As Dean opened the door of the bar, he called over his shoulder, "I'll call you later, okay?"
Jo watched the door shut, heard the latch catch and listened to his footsteps slowly fade away.
"No," she whispered once she knew she was alone. "No, you won't."
That was because Dean never called. He wasn't the sort of man who ever would call. It wasn't his way, not his style. She knew that; accepted it. Just as she accepted it would be weeks, months, maybe even years before she saw him again. The one honest thing Sam - or the thing inside Sam, she corrected as she turned to gather the supplies she used to treat Dean's wound - said was that Dean was very much like his father, John.
He didn't tend to stick around or call, either, she thought as she carried the items into the back room. They never heard from John Winchester again after what happened with her dad. Before tonight that would have made her incredibly angry. Now? Now, it just made her deeply sad.
For John.
For her and her mom.
And for Dean, most of all.
A/N: Hello, all! Hope all of you are being safe this celebration season!
This was written from a prompt on Facebook that said to start a scene with someone opening a door. It is tagged to episode 2x14.