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[Cringe.] If you want to take a swing, I really wouldn't blame you.

No, you know what? I'm better than you. I won't throw people you love in your face. No, I won't be an asshole. That'll be you!

Just.. fuck off, Sam. Don't help. Don't come around. Just fuck off. [She was actually starting to tear up before she turned and started walking off.]

[Fuuuuck.] Jo. Please. I know I don't deserve it, but please.

I just found out my goddamn friend is dying of kidney failure and there's nothing she's willing to do about it, so yeah, I was an asshole- I was a huge asshole, and there's no excuse for it, and I'm sorry, but are we gonna talk about the fact that you've been biting my head off every single time we talk lately? You're my friend, Jo, and I don't want to lose you to a bunch of stupid fucking arguments that we're both better than.

Oh, I'm sorry I'm not being strong enough for you. So sorry. I mean, I've known about this.. for months, so yeah.. I shouldn't have been such a bitch to you lately, but I was trying to deal with this. And deal with what the doctors were telling me. And to.. just deal, Sam. And also dealing with everything I know now. About Dean. About you. About everything. Everything I didn't know before and didn't need to know. Didn't want to know.

[Softly, and after a long, long pause:] Why didn't you just tell me? I couldn't know if you didn't tell me. I- I don't know, I could have at least known that you were dealing with this, so I could...

[She trails off. What could she have done, really?]

And what would you do, Sam? Hug me and let me cry on your shoulder? Don't exactly see that happening. I.. prefer to cry alone. I didn't want to hear everything's going to be alright. The doctors already said I'm screwed. There's nothing, Sam. Nothing will fix it. [Nope, she's not going to cry. Jo bites on her bottom lip, fighting back the tears.]

[She steps closer, kind of hoping to do exactly that.] Jo, I... I'm sorry. I didn't know. The doctors don't know what we know. [She puts a hand on the other girl's shoulder hesitantly.]

[Yeah and the moment Sam's hand is on her shoulder, she loses it. She hugs her friend tightly, resting her head on Sam's shoulder and just crying. Letting it all out. Even if it made her look weak. She was just physically and mentally exhausted.]

[She just wraps her arms tightly around Jo, and lets her cry. Her eyes are hot and prickling, but she keeps it in because this is Jo's time.]

[Jo cries for a good ten minutes, not saying a word, but just stays in the hug that was somewhat comforting her.

Finally though, she pulls back a bit hesitantly and wipes at her eyes, chuckling a bit.] Tell anyone I cried, I'll kick your ass.

Heh, don't worry. I won't tell anybody.

[She sniffles and finishes wiping at her eyes.] Uh.. so, want a beer or something?

Yeah, that sounds great. Have one with me.

I don't... yeah, sure I'll have one. [Jo goes in back and grabs two bottles of beer, having opened them already. She hands one to Sam.] There ya' go.

Thanks, Jo. [She takes it and clinks with Jo before knocking back a drink.]

[Jo takes a long drink of the beer and for a moment just stares at Sam. That is until she slams her beer down and runs straight for the bathroom, slamming the door behind herself and losing all or what was left, in her stomach.]

[Well, after weird behavior like she's been showing, Sam doesn't just sit there. She runs after Jo, and catches up just in time to catch her throwing up. The look Sam gives her is terrified and more than a little weirded out.]

...If you didn't want a beer, you coulda just said so.

It wasn't so much that I didn't...[She stops to throw up some more into the toilet.] .. want a beer. I just wasn't sure I could handle it. Can't hold much down these days.

[Hesitantly, as if she's approaching a minefield, Sam slips into the stall and slowly pulls Jo's long curtain of blond hair away from her face.] Have you been throwing up a lot lately?

...Is it the kidney thing?

Yeah, which is why I just stopped eating. Can't keep it down. And yeah.. [She sniffles and pulls away from the toilet, sitting on the floor and resting against the stall wall.] it's the kidney.. thing.

When was the last time you had a decent meal? [And yeah, Sam believes her. Why shouldn't she?]

A decent meal? And kept it down? Over a week. Doctors said soon I'm going to have to go in and have an IV put in to eat. My body just.. can't filter anything since that's what the kidneys do.

Can you keep down little snacks and stuff? [Worry Sam is worry. D: ]

Not really, no. Tried toast the other day, didn't work out. [Jo clears her throat and carefully stands up.] Lets talk about something else though.. I got a case the other day.

A case? I didn't know you were still hunting.