Comforting the Bruised
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Darn nabbit.
Summary: Sometimes everyone needs a little comforting. Even the ones who you try to ignore.
It had been a few years since seeing him again. It had been a lifetime remembering him since he'd walked out of the bar in search of his brother.
After the fiasco with the horseman War, Jo had found Dean sitting quietly at a bench, just sitting near the edge of town.
"What are you doing all the way out here?" Slipping into the opposite bench, she folded her arms in front of her and sighed. "It's got to do with Sam not being here huh?"
Dark brooding eyes looked to meet her knowing ones as they crinkled in confusion. "How'd you-" He started.
"I saw you guys talking and him high-tailing it out." She picked at the end of her sleeve. "Is everything alright?"
"Not really sure." Dean replied. She could tell he was holding back his thoughts but prodding wouldn't help any.
"Alright." She went quiet and reached forward to grasp his hand. He stilled at the unfamiliar warm touch but relaxed when he felt her fingers twiddle with his. "We can just sit here. I'll keep you company as long as you want."
"Or until your Mom comes to find you." He half-chuckled and it smile broke on her face.
"Or that." Jo admitted.
The quiet passing on for a small bit, Dean finally broke it. "Jo…" Breaking off, he met her eyes. She gave him a kind smile and shook her head.
"It's alright. There is no need for talk right now."
"Thanks."
She leaned forward and kissed his brow as he closed his eyes, relishing in the only comfort he could receive. "Not a prob."
They still had unfinished business, unsettled feelings and strange awkwardness that hadn't been addressed. But that could wait another day, another month, even a whole year.
Jo Harvelle could wait.