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Jo wasn't stupid. She went through a vast questionnaire before it was decided that Ruby wasn't, in fact, a demon.
"Satisfied, blondie?" Ruby put her hands on her hips after a good number of tests and questions. "Now call back Sam and get details about saving Dean."
"Why do you want to save Dean," Jo asked, "if you're just some random, backwoods former witch?"
"Why do you want to save Dean," Ruby countered, "if you're just some random, backwoods waitress?"
"Dean's my friend," she replied simply.
"Sam's mine," Ruby shrugged. "Er, well, he was at one point."
"Why not anymore?"
"Why so nosy?"
"Black-eyed blonde comes into your restaurant, you aren't a little suspicious?"
"Wouldn't know," Ruby said. "I've never been a waitress."
"I've never been a witch," Jo shot back. "We all lack experience in certain areas."
"Are you gonna keep wise-crackin' or are you gonna save Dean?" Ruby pressed.
Jo finally put her shotgun down on the bar. "What makes you think I'd want to save him? I've got a life, too, you know."
"Two reasons," Ruby began, running a hand across a wooden table beside her. "One, from what I hear, you're quite the hunter type, as in you try to save people when their life is on the line because it's the right thing to do.
"How'd you know I was a hunter?" Jo squinted suspiciously.
"You tried to kill me at my eye-blackening, duh."
"No, I mean how'd you know before that."
Ruby shrugged innocently. "Girls can't have knowledge? Come on. It's the twenty-first century. Anyway, the second reason I expect you to let me into your car as we road trip to save Mr. Winchester is a touchier one, and you're probably going to deny it."
"What is it?" Jo frowns.
"Because you have been madly crushing on Jo on and off for months."
Jo would stand for this tomfoolery. Her head cocked back and her eyebrows rose intimidatingly. How dare this girl come in here and be so . . . accurate.
Her feelings about Dean were very inconsistent, so she'd even gotten the "on and off" part right. Every time Dean got dragged back into her life, she was crushing little Jo again. She wished Dean could see her on a regular basis and note how sufficient and tough she could be without him hanging over her. But it was sweet, his martyr complex and overprotectiveness was, beneath all that brusqueness and snark. Also, he was a remarkable hunter, which was really an outstanding quality to Jo. He was frustrating at times, lots of the time, but somehow, Jo found her way back to pining for him often.
Not that random girls were allowed to burst in with their black eyes and heinous attitudes and exploit that.
"Why don't you just leave?" Jo suggested, gesturing towards the exit.
"Great. Should I wait in the car?"
"Obviously not."
"Jeesh, Jo," Ruby rolled her eyes. "What part of Dean-is-in-trouble didn't you understand?"
"If I decide to go help him, I don't need to drag you along."
"I'm a great help, though," Ruby informed her. "I found out all that dirt on you, didn't I?"
"Yeah, how did you know that?"
"Because I've got mad skills."
Jo stared her down doubtfully.
Ruby scoffed. "Look, I may not be evil myself, but I am tapped into their circuits from time to time. With these eyes, me listening in isn't as questioned as it would be if it were being done by someone like you.
"Oh, and also, there's this."
Ruby reached down to her boot and yanked something out, brandishing it for Jo to see. It was a knife, obviously meant for pain with how jagged its edge was. The blade was smooth and the handle curved just slightly so that it's handler could maneuver it with ease.
"Is that supposed to impress me?" Jo asked lazily.
"Yes, actually," Ruby nodded. "This thing could kill more than just you."
Jo cocked her head to the side. "Vampires?"
"You name it," Ruby gestured around her, as if loads of other supernatural creatures were piled in there. "This thing can get information out of someone real fast."
"Useful," Jo admitted.
"So we going?" Ruby pushed. "Your lover awaits."
Jo fiddled with the end of her shotgun as she considered the stupidity of driving off with a suspicious, occasionally black-eyed, admitted former magic-using, knife-wielding stranger. There were obvious concerns.
"Can I ask you something?" Jo inquired.
"I'm an open book," Ruby held out her arms to demonstrate said openness.
"Why would you want to save Dean?"
"I told you, Sam's my friend."
"And that's it?" she made sure.
"Are you implying Sam's more than a friend?" Ruby asked coldly.
"What? No, that's not what I was saying all," Jo denied, but the comment sparked her interest. "Why, are you?"
"No," she answered a little heavily. She fidgeted uncomfortably.
A smile spread over Jo's features. "Oooh," she grinned.
"Shut up," Ruby spat.
"That's sweet," Jo teased. "Looks like I'm not the only lovesick blonde around here."
Ruby didn't look at her and chewed on her lip. For what felt like the first time since Jo had met her, she didn't shoot a wisecrack at her, which meant she must have crammed a lot of wisecracks in during their short time together if its quantity had already been noted.
Sam was sweet, and forgiving, and caring, and sensitive, and hot. Ruby didn't find much to not like about him.
Jo stared her down for a few more seconds, deducting her plans and motives, and then came to a decision.
First, she checked to make sure her shotgun was loaded. Ruby might actually be bad, after all, and she might find something to shoot.
Next, she pulled out her cell phone again and searched through her contacts for the number.
"Hi, Sam," she greeted at the answer. "Can I get details on the Dean thing?"