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background still in late season 2 (SPN), pre-series (Revolution)
notice So, I finally brainwashed my cousin into watching Revolution, and I got to watch the last four episodes of the first season with her. Add the premiere of the second season to that mix and you've got my inspiration for this chapter. Why did I abandon Bass for so long, we shall never know. But I'm really struggling with these mid-chapters so bear with me. In this chapter, the two lovebirds officially meet. Also, unlike Jo, I adore Bass' curls. Just putting that out there.

iv. your face sounds familiar

The first time Jo lays eyes on Sebastian Monroe, all she does is compare him to Dean. Which is no news, really, since she does that comparison with every guy she meets unconsciously. That damn bastard is controlling her life despite being a thousand and some miles away.

But the brooding man that is watching her subtly from the corner of the diner is not Dean. Although he is as similar to the eldest Winchester as he is different.

He is younger, and not nearly as tall as either Dean or Sam, but that's expected and kinda cool, because the Winchesters are scarily tall. And after her little heart-to-heart with not-Sam in Duluth, she prefers to steer clear of tall people's paths.

He has short dirty blond curls framing his face and despite the fact that they make him look even younger than he probably is, Jo thinks they make him look goddamn stupid. Although Darcy, the bubbly brunette that works shifts with her, says that he is a sergeant in the Marines and a strategist to boot, so his hair isn't really something to validly judge his character by.

His eyes prove her wrong as well, because those twin pools of blue betray vibrancy and intelligence — and there's something else there, too. Something darker that he manages to hide before she gets a clear glimpse. She doesn't want to admit it, but Jo thinks that she might have seen the expertly masked darkness of his eyes while looking at her own reflection in the mirror.

However, despite his physical unlikeness to Dean, Jo can tell that he is as much of an asshole as the eldest Winchester the moment he opens his mouth to actually talk to her for the first time.

"Can I get you anything else?" she asks as she places his order on the table, and it's the fifth time in a week that he has sat in her section, so she might as well get over with whatever the fuck he has on his pea-sized brain.

"Yes," he says, with a glimmer in his eye that she immediately decides she doesn't like. Who the fuck says yes, anyway? Freaking Jasperians, that's who. "How about your name?"

Jo has to bite her tongue from spitting out an insult that will definitely have her fired from the sole place she has ever kind of liked working at. Because apparently Jasper has a thing for polite young women who shut the fuck up when they're getting hit on by dumbasses. "Sorry. That's not on the menu," she replies smugly, trying not to appear too proud of herself.

However, her victory is short-lived because Darcy picks out that exact moment to yell out her name, accompanied by a wave that translates into needing her in the back. Jo mentally curses her coworker to oblivion for this and swears that she will pummel her in good time.

She shifts her gaze towards the oh-so-irritating man and he has that awful goddamn smirk on his face that means she pretty much got owned in this round.

"Jolene?" he asks with genuine curiosity, and Jo doesn't bother to conceal her frown this time. Seriously, after the first ten times, it had gotten old.

"Just Jo," she snarls, drumming her fingers impatiently against the tray, because, honestly, this is no news to her. Random guys trying to make small talk and hit on her is no news because she grew up on the Roadhouse for Christ's sake, and she has worked in a handful of bars and diners since she left.

He nods in acknowledgement and pauses to take a sip from his coffee. Jo takes this as her cue to saunter away, but she hasn't even taken a step when his voice picks up again. "So, are you new around here?"

She allows herself a mental groan. Seriously?

"What gave me away? The completely unfamiliar face?"

"The impoliteness," he corrects with a quirk on his lips that she bets has enchanted lots of unsuspected women in the past. A gesture that reminds her of Dean, but what else is new there. "Waitresses are usually well-mannered around here."

However, even though she may have lost the battle, Jo is not about to also lose the war by letting this asshole who's too much like Dean (but not really) outsmart her. "Domesticated is what I'd call them."

And then he grins, and Jo feels a sudden urge to strangle an innocent puppy.

"But not you, right?" He holds out his hand. "I'm Sebastian, by the way. Sebastian Monroe."

"Uh-huh," she replies with nil interest, completely disregarding the outstretched hand until he withdraws it. "Anything else?"

Sebastian shrugs noncommittally, shifting his gaze towards the world outside the windows. "No. That's all."

A dramatic pause, then.

"We'll have plenty of time tomorrow."

She's positively certain that he has an inner laughing fit as she stomps away with fury in her strides.