Could you make that sound any more like we slept together?
[ Yeah. There's a sharp, defensive edge to that reaction because it comes out of nowhere, and it's the thing she's had far less time to think about than the rest of this—which doesn't mean she hasn't, she has, a lot, but it's right in the middle of this whole emotional clusterfuck. But sort of to one side, because of. Well. Nearly dying. Catching the demon. What happened the next morning with Dean. Everything.
(Not that 'making out while naked' is going to sound less like it either.)
It's not that she's not somewhere, somehow aware it would have to come out. She spent a fuck ton of time listening to Jesper talk about his five billion (okay, six-plus ongoing) relationships, across different factions even, without really getting super clear on the events of why she wanted to know. And a lot of that was about getting un-fucking-comfortably honest.
Which is, apparently, where they're at. ]
I never said I regretted it.
[ It would feel a lot less fucking complicated if she had. Shame, self-recrimination, annoyance, and regret were a hell of a lot easier to drink off the goddamn table of her thoughts. It wasn't even like anyone else was left around in the house to weigh in for either their sakes to back during the days leading up to Cas going unconscious, or the ones after it, when he was, while Jo hovered back and forth to that room. ]
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[ Yeah. There's a sharp, defensive edge to that reaction because it comes out of nowhere, and it's the thing she's had far less time to think about than the rest of this—which doesn't mean she hasn't, she has, a lot, but it's right in the middle of this whole emotional clusterfuck. But sort of to one side, because of. Well. Nearly dying. Catching the demon. What happened the next morning with Dean. Everything.
(Not that 'making out while naked' is going to sound less like it either.)
It's not that she's not somewhere, somehow aware it would have to come out. She spent a fuck ton of time listening to Jesper talk about his five billion (okay, six-plus ongoing) relationships, across different factions even, without really getting super clear on the events of why she wanted to know. And a lot of that was about getting un-fucking-comfortably honest.
Which is, apparently, where they're at. ]
I never said I regretted it.
[ It would feel a lot less fucking complicated if she had. Shame, self-recrimination, annoyance, and regret were a hell of a lot easier to drink off the goddamn table of her thoughts. It wasn't even like anyone else was left around in the house to weigh in for either their sakes to back during the days leading up to Cas going unconscious, or the ones after it, when he was, while Jo hovered back and forth to that room. ]