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You wanna' ignore me? Fine. Whatever.

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[He doesn't move or dodge it. Just takes the hit to the face, grimacing a little.]

[Ow! That hurt way more than it should've. Jo whimpers, shaking her hand.] What the hell!?

My apologies. [Holds out a hand.] May I take a look?

[Glares at him a moment because seriously.. ow. But soon enough she holds out her hand.] Go ahead.

[He looks over her hand, touching it carefully in a few spots to heal it.] All better.

[Quirks a brow.] Uh, right. Thanks.

[He gives a slow nod.] It's my fault Dean's been absent the past few weeks. you have every reason to be angry.

You're damn right I have every reason. I don't give a crap who you are. [Yep, Jo's got balls being all in God's face.]

[Gives a small chuckle, he nods again.] He's very sorry, if it makes you feel better.

No, it doesn't. He isn't the one saying it.

We have an agreement. Dean will be back in control soon enough, which is why I bought his body to a familiar place.

How nice of you. [Eyeroll.]

Yes. It was very nice meeting you Joanna. [God is all too proper before his departings. A blank look washes over Dean's face before he blinks a few times.]

[Jo tilts her head.] .. Dean?

[Dean's finally back to the surface. He smiles at Jo.] Didn't expect to see you.

Yeah, didn't expect to see you either. Since you've kinda' been MIA for a couple weeks. Thank your little pal inside for me, would ya'?

Kind of figured. That was longer then I expected.

I hear praying works to thank him.

[Glare.] You really didn't just say that to me.

...Didn't mean for you to go do it.

Good because I'm not gonna' pray to a guy that's squirming around inside my friend.

You just made the sound weird. Like a next generation Aliens movie or something.

Ya' know, sometimes I wonder if it's something like that actually. But hey, you're the idiot that agreed to it. [Shrug.] So, there's not a damn thing I can do about it.

[Smirks.] You could try not to hit so hard next time.

Well, I was pissed! I still am.

Sorry. How about I make it up to you?