Dean’s idea for a good place to get drunk seemed to track with hers; somewhere out of town, of course, but not finding another town. He picked a place off the highway, somewhere in the Kentucky backwoods. That suited Jo just fine. There were times, after a hunt, when you just wanted to immerse yourself in noise and people, and times when you sought out some quiet peacefulness. This was one of those times.
Dean had picked a really nice spot. It was in the middle of nowhere, with a spectacular moonlight view. While he grabbed the blanket for them to sit on, Jo rooted around for the bottle of scotch they’d bought a while back. Neither of them had one the bet, so they’d agreed to hang onto the bottle until they found a reason to share it. Tonight felt like it definitely qualified as a reason.
Jo joined Dean on the hood of the Impala, scooting back on the blanket until she could lean against the windshield next to him. “I’ll drink to that,” she agreed, cracking the seal on the bottle and twisting the cap off. They didn’t have cups, so Jo held the open bottle of scotch out to Dean first. He’d taken the beating, so he could have the honors.
Jo shifted against the windshield, getting comfortable. Reclining like this was actually a perfect way to take in the beautiful view, like they were the audience for the best cosmic show around. And even though she and Dean were out here drinking together in the quiet, Jo didn’t feel the pressure to fill it. They could talk, or not, and she wouldn’t feel weird about it. More importantly, she felt like she could actually talk to him about how she felt about the case, unlike some of the hunters she partnered on one off cases with.
“It’s harder when it’s kids,” Jo said softly, accepting the bottle back and taking a drink. Hey, Dean had been right; this was pretty good booze. “They need you more, you know? Of course you know. You were really great at it.” The blonde offered the bottle back.