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[About twenty minute later, Sam sinks down to sit next to Jo, offering her a beer wordlessly. He'd offer his apologies, but that seems cheap -- useless, really, when they both know what awaits Ellen at home. And though Sam has long since shed the guilt in his life, he still can't help but carry the shadow of the burden that says this is your fault.

The only consolation he can give Jo is that the people who did it -- that Lucifer is going to roast for the rest of eternity for taking them both away.]

She's in Heaven.

[It's quiet, as he takes a drink of his beer, glancing down at her, his eyes holding a great deal of understanding and the softest edge of pain.]

With you.

[Jo takes the beer from him, grateful for it and the simple fact he was there. She didn't really want to sit and wallow like this, but after sending out the text she doesn't really feel like moving. It's not even like she blames anyone - though a part of her knows that Sam and Dean probably still blame themselves, in a way. If it was anyone's fault, it was her's for letting that damned hellhound get a hold of her.

But here it had felt like a second chance. A complicated one, sure, but a second chance nonetheless. And then when her mom came... Jo twists off the cap and tilts back the bottle, taking a few sips before snorting into the drink, having to wipe her face when she brought the bottle back down.

Heaven. It made sense, in some twisted way, that she and her mom would be there. Ellen definitely deserved it, if there was such a thing. She can't turn to look at him, even if he's probably looking at her, instead staring down at the beer in her hands.]

Think so?

I know so, I've seen it.

[He runs the beer along the palm of his hand, rolling it bath and forth before taking another drink.]

Everyone's Heaven is their favorite memory -- and sometimes, people share a Heaven, so their souls can rest together for all of eternity. It doesn't happen very often, but it does happen. Usually when the souls are inseparable in life, that's how they'll be in death. When Dean and I die, we get to share one.

[Sam falls quiet for a moment or two, watching his drink.]

You and Ellen share a Heaven. You get to spend the rest of eternity at Harvelle's. Ash is there, too.

[And Sam is fairly certain Bobby wound up there, too, but Jo doesn't need to know that. She's suffered enough loss today without knowing that Bobby is dead.]

[Seen it? As in...Jo doesn't ask. Knowing Sam, he's probably been to Heaven and back and then some. And it makes sense the two of them would end up together up there and for all eternity. Jo thinks back on her whole life, trying to think of her favorite memory when Sam elaborates, and she can't hold back the faint smile.

An eternity with her mother? Sounds like hell, but at the same time...Jo takes another sip of her beer. She could see it. Of course she would spend her entire life trying to get out of that freaking bar only to end up back there in death. It's not bad, don't get her wrong. Just ironic.]

As long as we all end up there, I guess it can't be too bad.

Edited (HOW IS IT I KEEP FINDING PROBLEMS) 2012-10-25 19:41 (UTC)

I have no idea what Dean and I are doomed to live in, but it better not be the stupid car for the rest of my afterlife.

[Sam pauses, because... that's probably what it's going to be, and he decides to continue.]

We do all wind up there, in the end. I -- it's a... really long story, but I've been to Heaven. Dean and I had to find an angel, to try and find God, when we didn't know what else to do to stop the Apocalypse. Awhile after we got back, Castiel decided to tell me that I wasn't doomed to burn in Hellfire for the rest of my life and that my slice of Heaven was very nice and meticulously organized.

[Pause.]

He was really drunk.

Edited 2012-10-25 19:46 (UTC)

Hey, that's a sweet car.

[Jo watches him as he tells his story, not at all surprised. Of course they've been to Heaven. Of course they had to go find...God? Wait, hold-]

Did you find him? Did you actually find God?

[It's strange, but Jo almost feels better knowing that they all end up there. In Heaven, at least. They all have their demons and they've all done shit they regret, but Sam and Dean deserved Heaven. Sam and Dean deserved paradise, probably more than she did.

She almost asks if they actually saw her in Heaven, what she said or what she did, but decides against it and instead goes for raising both her eyebrows at him.]

How much alcohol did that take?

[Cause the last time she saw Cas and alcohol, he was draining Bobby's stash and wasn't even tipsy yet. She could only imagine how much it would take to get him drunk.]

An entire liquor store. And no, we didn't. God remains as elusive as ever.

[Sam still isn't sure whether or not that's a good thing or a bad thing.]

[A snort at that, because it would. Where they found an entire store to raid, she's not even going to ask.

As for God, well. It wasn't as if she was expecting anything. Not from him or anyone else. Jo shrugs, takes another drink of her beer.]

You'd think after everything he'd have something to say to you two.

God has better things to do than answer the prayers of two hunters.

[It's said quietly, but sincerely -- Sam has put a lot of thought into this.]

I'm sure He hears us -- but He can't answer everyone's prayers. Not even Castiel's, when he asks. I don't know if he does anymore.

Not even two hunters who save the world?

[for all that she works with angels and demons and the supernatural, God wasn't something she put much faith in. Even with knowing he exists, knowing there's a Heaven, that her mom's there. There was a different between knowing something existed and having faith in it, that she knew for sure.

Jo peels at the corner of her bottle.]

Can't really say I blame him.

For all we know, God wanted the Apocalypse to happen. We don't really have proof that He did or didn't except for the fact that He let us stop it.

[Sam shrugs to himself, settling back against the wall, frowning contemplatively at his beer.]

We're just humans, to a being like that. I don't think we really have the right to tell God to answer our prayers. If we did, He wouldn't be God, right?

So he wanted everyone to die. Great.

[because that makes everything so much better.

Jo lifts her eyes to look at Sam for a moment before they return to the bottle. She gives a sigh and throws back the rest of it - which wasn't much by that point - before she says anything else.]

I don't know. There just seems to be a whole lot of evil shit going on while He kind of sits back and enjoys himself. [if she sounds a little spiteful, well. it's not like she has anyone to impress. What's He going to do, kick her out of Heaven?]

Would you enjoy yourself, if you were God?

[Sam glances over at Jo, with a slight frown.]

You're trapped there for all of eternity, forced to watch the same shit over and over again, and watch your kids kill each other over something terrible. I mean... God is a bad parent, that doesn't make Him a bad person. Maybe He can't act --- or if He chooses not to, He might have a good reason.

[Sam finishes off his beer with a soft sigh.]

Or maybe I just really want to still believe.

No.

[Sam has a point, and while she can understand where he's coming from, it's not that easy to just change her mind about all this. She's quiet for a moment or two before responding, her eyes still on the bottle in her hands.]

There's nothing wrong with wanting that. Sometimes... [Jo trails off, not really sure what she wants to say there. If she really agrees with it, if she really wants to believe, if it really matters to her in the end. She gets to Heaven, that's what he said. So why does she still feel conflicted?] Sometimes it's just easier not to.

It's always easier not to believe than it is to have faith.

[Sam forces a smile.]

And you never did anything easily, did you?

[ Their numbers do seem to be dwindling lately. Why now, when the war seems to loom ever closer? It doesn't make any sense. ]

I'm sorry Jo.

[ Such pointless platitudes, but hey - at least he called her by her proper name? ]

[his text is actually a surprise. She doesn't really expect a message from him, or condolences. She doesn't rally want them, either. But he's being nice, a decent person.]

Thanks.

[ There's no comfort to be given, he knows, but - they are allies, the Winchesters and their House, and though the formalities are nothing but words, Arthur is sincere at the heart of them. ]

If you should need anything.

[ a moment later ]

Or even if you've need of nothing, but wish to send Merlin on useless ventures to the city. Whatever we might do for you.

[That does get a laugh out of her, for the mention of abusing Merlin if nothing else. Which, in a way, makes it all worth while, right?]

I'll be sure to let you know if I can come up with a meaningless errand to send Merlin on.

[ Absolutely. ]

Very good.

[ There are other empty formalities - take care of yourself, we're here for you, what have you - but he hasn't the heart for any such triflings. It's not enough. Encouraging the abuse of Merlin will just have to suffice. 8(b ]

[It suffices just fine. And while Jo comes up with a few different responses to him, she can't seem to find the balls to send any of them, and ends up just not responding back at all. Not for lack of thanks, in any way. She just...doesn't have anything more to say.]

[Wynne only has minimal knowledge of what happens to people once they leave here, and she has no idea who this person is, but her personality can't let this go unnoticed. She's a maternal figure, after all, and not someone who can sit by and think others are suffering without offering a few words of comfort.]

I'm sorry to hear that, dear. Was she someone close to you?

[When Jo receives a text like that, her thought thought is to ignore it. But a few moments later she realizes there's no point. There's nothing for her to be worried about.]

Yeah, my mom.

[Another one bites the dust...]

sorry

if you need a drink
or a shoulder

thanks.

[it's not for some times later that he should receive another text.]

that drink sounds good, though.

im free...
always

tomorrow?

works for me

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