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15
NEW JOB
Jo woke feeling sore. She felt stiff but was also quite sated. Sitting up, she found her nightgown abandoned on the floor of the bedroom and slipped it on. It was pretty with blue designs and white lace. Stretching her limbs, she snatched her silk robe off a chair and tied it in front. It was long enough to barely cover her butt as she found a pair of slippers in the closet to keep her feet warm. She was feeling lazy and trudged out of the bedroom towards the Great Hall in her pajamas.
The smell of food overwhelmed her senses, and she found herself unusually hungry. It was strange having human urges, feelings, and desires. Jo appreciated the sense of normalcy, and was eager to find something to snack on. Walking into the Great Hall, she found Dean standing next to John with Harvey off to the side. At her entrance, Harvey smiled but quickly averted his gaze. Dean sensed her presence, but didn't turn around.
"No contact with anyone unnecessary. That includes old connections. The world thinks you're dead, and it needs to stay that way. If people find out you're a demon, things are going to get hairy, and I really don't have time to deal with that mess. So keep a low profile," Dean instructed his father as he paced a few feet in front of the long dining table.
"Yeah, I got it," John said, and Jo couldn't tell if he was annoyed or just anxious to get out of Hell and start hunting. She still thought it was odd that Dean would let him back topside to hunt monsters, but she also thought it was a good start at changing the way things worked in Hell.
"And no contact with Sammy," Dean said in a hushed tone, though Jo and Harvey still heard him. John nodded, and looked at Jo. His face turned slightly red, and Dean turned his head to see what was causing his father to blush. Jo stood next to the dining table, and reached for a pastry that was displayed on a fancy plate.
"Morning," Dean greeted, a small smile on his face. She felt his eyes taking in her appearance, and suddenly wondered if it was a good idea to be wearing her skimpy nightgown and robe out in the Great Hall where there were others to see. Dean's emotions were unpredictable, and she hoped he was in a good mood.
"Morning," she answered and gave a small smile. John was still looking down at the floor, and Harvey was speaking with Jeannie. "Everything okay?" she asked.
"Yeah. Everything's fine," Dean said, still staring at her. "John, I'll check in with you tomorrow," he said in a light tone.
"Okay," John paused and finally made eye contact with Jo. "Hi Jo," he said, giving her a small smile.
"John," she greeted, glad that he seemed in a better mood since Dean was letting him hunt topside.
"How do I…." John started to question. With a snap of Dean's fingers, his father disappeared.
"How did you sleep?" Dean questioned, wrapping an arm around Jo's slim waist. She leaned into his touch, and felt his warmth.
"Fine, thanks," she replied, looking nervously towards Jeannie and Harvey. A display of affection in front of people wasn't something Dean had done since she'd been living with him. Quickly kissing her cheek, Dean sat down at the head of the table and Jeannie immediately gave him a glass of his favorite whiskey. He saw Jo's glance at the glass and shrugged.
"Being King of Hell comes with an abnormally high tolerance to alcohol," he mused, taking a sip.
"I can see," she chuckled and took her seat next to him.
"I've got another list for you today, if you still want to help with rounds," he offered, watching as she started to eat the pastry in her hand. Jeannie set a glass of wine down next to her, to which Jo took a sip of immediately.
"Sure," she answered. "I'll help. As long as I can take Jeannie with me again."
"Of course," Dean said, looking to Harvey. "I wouldn't want you wandering alone just yet. You're still pretty new to everyone."
"Okay."
"I have a surprise," Dean announced, and motioned for Harvey to bring over a black box with a red ribbon around it. Jo gave him a confused look, but accepted the box. Jeannie was smiling off to the side, looking at Harvey knowingly. "Go on, open it," Dean encouraged. Setting down the half eaten pastry, Jo untied the ribbon and opened the black, shiny box.
"It's beautiful," she said in awe. Pulling out a long gown, she examined the intricate details of red sewn into a satin black fabric. "What's it for?" she questioned, unable to stop smiling.
"Tomorrow night. We're celebrating," Dean answered, smiling over at her as well.
"Celebrating?"
"Yeah. What, you think just because we're in Hell we can't have fun? We're not the convicted here darlin'."
"A party," she contemplated, running her fingers over the fancy gown. Grinning up at Dean, she leaned forward and kissed him. "Thanks," she whispered and carefully folded it back into its sleek box.
Later that morning, Jo appeared in Dean's office with Jeannie. Dean was sitting in his respective chair, looking down at a woman standing before him. Not wanting to interrupt, she snuck around the back to Harvey. "You drowned your children. There's no way to justify that Miss Withem. You're a murderer," Dean accused, staring her down. "The rack," he announced and a demon grabbed the woman's arms to quickly drag her away. Jo cringed, and realized she did not want to spend time in Dean's office if that was what his agenda consisted of for the day. "Jo," Dean welcomed, raising an eyebrow. Harvey gave her a clipboard with the rooms to be inspected on it, along with a pen.
"I'll bring it back when I'm finished," she said, wanting to leave his office before another victim came in.
"See you later then," Dean said, raising his glass to her before draining its contents.
Once Jo and Jeannie left his office, Dean looked down at Harvey. "I have an appointment with scumbag Roy," the King said. Harvey nodded and looked down at his papers.
"Sir, if I may ask, what did Roy do?" Harvey hesitantly questioned. Dean stood up and faced his assistant. Harvey had become something like a friend over his months as Hell's new ruler. He saw no harm in confiding in his assistant the true crimes of Roy, and why Dean was torturing him.
"He raped Jo. Up on Earth, a long time ago he...raped her," Dean explained. Harvey's expression froze, and he looked unsure of what to respond.
"I…I'm," the assistant nodded and took a step back.
"There's a lot Lucifer didn't share with you about Earth, huh? All the wrongs people do. There's a difference between plain torture and justice." Dean waltzed out of his office, and made his way towards Roy's room.
