Jack's correction sounds a little more on par with some kind of Dean-normal. Not adopted, not really, but still family. That sounds about Dean Winchester's brand of stupid complicated. Jo knew all about being in one of those kinds of boxes, didn't she?
"Jo Harvelle." There's a vague pause between the two names, saying her first name and then attaching her last, even though she doesn't expect he'll recognize it in the slightest. No one around these parts does, and no one possibly ever will. Given that whole being dead thing back where everyone else was merrily living on.
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Jack's correction sounds a little more on par with some kind of Dean-normal. Not adopted, not really, but still family. That sounds about Dean Winchester's brand of stupid complicated. Jo knew all about being in one of those kinds of boxes, didn't she?
"Jo Harvelle." There's a vague pause between the two names, saying her first name and then attaching her last, even though she doesn't expect he'll recognize it in the slightest. No one around these parts does, and no one possibly ever will. Given that whole being dead thing back where everyone else was merrily living on.
"What year did you come from, Jack?"