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Just a tiny bit?

Sam, in your experience, when is anything described as "alittle" ever?
It's blood and body parts by the buckets tonight.

No one ever said hunting was a clean profession. If you're not getting your hands dirty, you're not getting the job done. That - or you're just sloppy.

Thanks for the occupational update.

Yeah, Dean, cause I made people go boom. They were torn part. I'm just counting torsos, but there's gotta be three bodies here, and there... Floor's slicker than a wet rooftop.

Anytime.

Smirk.

Sounds like you got in over your head. Unless those bodies you're counting weren't innocent victims. In which case, I'd congratulate you if I weren't having such a hard time believing it.

Hell you're just full of compliments tonight. I'm not over my head. I'm in it up to my chinny-chin.

Werewolves. Pumped half a pound of silver into first dog-boy before it went down. Too late for Red and her friend. It's partner jumped through the window. Guess it's a wash.

Shit! *Slip, thud* Well, that's great. I just cleaned these.

I know the feeling. smiles

*Lopsided smile* Both a comforting and incredibly disturbing thought. Thanks though.

I think someone would get used to it in my line of work. At least. I don't know about yours.

I don't know if slip-sliding in gore is something you can or want to get use to. Oh God, the smell...

~~Depends. What do you do? Hose down corpses?~~

brow arches That pretty much sounds like my job description. Though...my dad never let me get involved with the disposal processes. I just had to do the hunting stuff. smiles a bit

She can barely hide her astonishment

Your parents let you hunt? --Willingly, I mean?

What have you hunted? Big game or a few Peter Cotton-tails, miss...?

tilts her head

They did. Before. I quit after they...died.

A lot of things. It was sort of the family business for a while. Now...smiles It's not. Mary Campbell...well hopefully soon to be Mary Winchester. John just asked me to marry him. grins

Sorry. Yeah, was my family's business too 'til Dad died.
Now it's my business.

*extends hand* Jo Harvelle.

Holy Shit! *Jumping back with a slight start, Jo does her best not to resemble a deer in the headlights* You're Mary Winchester? That'd make you... Oh.

I've...never really liked it. I'm looking forward to a normal life.

takes and shakes her hand Nice to meet you.

blinks and tilts her head to the side The future Mary Winchester, but yes. That'd...make me what?

Does have a darker and more unsavory side than most occupations, but it's all I wanted to be since I could remember. Grew up on the laps and stories of my dad and uncles. Normal's too civilian for me.

*Shakes hand* Likewise, Mary.

...

*Momentarily, her eyes shy away as chews on the corner of her lip, torn between releasing the vital information or remaining silent. But seeing the happiness on her face, Jo manages a small smile.* Really lucky. Congratulations.

*Wasn't her place to destroy what little happiness she'd have in her brief life.*

There can be sometimes.

Yeah, you think so? When?

And 'trace' doesn't count.

When the wound isn't so bad. Like a shaving cut.

Sorry about that all that and not even giving my name. John Winchester nice to meet you Miss.

Quite frankly, any spilt blood is bad blood. Bad blood baits the bad things.

*tosses a suspicious over shoulder*
Aw, Christ. Did I miss the turn off for the Twilight Zone?

*Then turning, tilts head*

Yeah, I know who you are. I'm Jo and in about thirty years, you'll be my Uncle John.

No I don't think you did.

pauses and blinks at that

I am? Thirty years? Wow. Nice to meet you Jo.

I've experienced strange, but this is off the map.

Yeah, good to see you again, John.

I- I met your Mary too. Seems really nice. She's from a hunting family? Never knew that.

Hunting family? rubs the back of his neck at that I'm not sure about any of that. smiles though She is something else though.

*Shakes her head with a small laugh*
She is that.

I hope you two will be very happy. Certainly cut a cute enough couple.
So how long 'til you two get hitched?

smiles like an idiot

Soon I hope. I'm just thrilled she said yes, I'm not the smoothest guy.

he blushed a bit then and smiled looking down a bit shyly.

Mary's got all the looks, she makes me look good by just being next to me.

*Grins*

I wouldn't worry about it. Important thing is she said yes, and who knows, maybe she'll rub off on you.

*smirks and laughs* I wouldn't count on it though...

What are me and Mary like in thirty years?

*Winces like she's been punched in the gut, Jo pauses for a long moment considering before she speaks*

Strong. She's the reason you came into my family's - my- life.

he smiled at that and nodded

Mary is a strong woman. I'm just hoping we are happy in thirty years.