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sam

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              It's been friggin' years since she's seen him, but she could easily still recognize him, from front or back really doesn't matter. Jo finds that there aren't many 6'4, plaid-wearing guys that could easily take up a job at maybelline around lately. She's pretty calm, though, considering the last two times they saw each other she was either getting blown up or on trial for his brother's guilt.

    She gets her coffee, stiff fingers wrapping around the cup and she thinks it's a little bit funny that she runs into him in such a cold place. Just by observation, Jo thinks that Sam and Dean are generally found in warmer states (doesn't make any sense at all either, since they're always covered in layers.)

         She's not going to walk out without a few words, though. Doesn't know when she'll find them again, might as well while she's got the chance. Coffee in hands, she slides into the seat beside Sam at the bar of the diner, resting an elbow on the table. "Y'er hair wasn't as long last time I saw y'."

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It was a down day for Jess.

No reason why; just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. 

She stared at her feet as she walked, humming softly to herself. She'd been careful to avoid running into people by looking at other pacing feet around hers. Just when she started to get lost in her mind, she ran into a fairly large guy. Scrambling to straighten herself out, she was halfway through apologizing before looking up.

"—Sam."