When the boys reached Duluth, it was 9:30 at night, and in about ten minutes they had reached the bar where Jo worked.
"I'm gonna go in, Dean, are you coming?" All he got in response was the thud of a forehead hitting the steering wheel and the slam of a car door.
When they reached the bar door, the sign said closed, but the light was on inside, and besides, since when did a Winchester actually do what normal people did? Within twenty seconds the lock was undone and the clomp of heavy boots echoed in the empty bar.
From the back, someone muttered, "I could've sworn I locked the door" followed by a yell of "We're closed!" A familiar blonde ventured out from the back and looked like a deer caught in headlights as she gaped at the all too familiar men standing in front of her.
"How about a beer for old friends?" Jo visibly flinched at the phrase that rang in her nightmares. But the flashback was over as soon as it started, and her guard was back up.
"Sure" she said warily, and grabbed two beers from the back and handed them to the Winchesters, but not before filling them with a heavy dose of holy water. "So what do you boys want?" she said in a distant tone, as she stepped a good three yards away from the pair. Unsure of what to say to them, the threesome simply stared at each other. In order to avoid uncomfortable eye contact with the stand offish blonde, he took a swig of his beer before spitting it out in disgust.
"What the hell, Jo?" The girl visibly relaxed as the Dean sputtered in front of her. Moving from Dean to Sam, all she said was "You too" gesturing to the beer. Sam followed orders and took a sip, only to follow Dean's actions of spitting on the dirty bar floor. Jo nodded approvingly.
"No smoke," she turned their wrists, "no bonding marks." Jo stated a line in Latin before all the tension in her body relaxed. "Now, really, what the hell are you two morons doing here?"
