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 Get even.

Which is what?

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"Ah, yes, the pain in my ass. Puppy eyes," he recalled, or pretended to. Jason's memory was rather flawless. "Tanner?" he repeated, wondering who on Earth still introduced themselves using their full name. "Jason. Just Jason."  

"Wait a minute, you’re that guy on the street? I think I might have you confused with someone else. I’m Sam. Sam Tanner."

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Rough night? 

Make that two of us.

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"I'll be however the fuck I please," he hissed back at her, clearly unwilling to present himself as flexible. No, he was not flexible. He was stubborn and fixed; fixed on the morals imposed on him throughout his life, lead by what he believed to be wrong and right. But he was spoiled; came with the territory of being the youngest. And, as a result, he did not easily forgive. Because he was used to getting things his way, he had to make a fuss when they went wrong. Yet Jo seemed to have a will of iron, continued to speak despite his bitter mood, eventually getting though to him.

Eyes narrowed, anger burning in his eyes as he glared at the blonde before shifting his gaze. "Fine." One word, spoken between gritted teeth. It was all she would get and the closest Jason would get to agreeing to anyone. "I'll keep myself hidden while you and whoever else is in the business handle this. Hopefully no one else will have to bury their family in their backyard and pretend it's nothing." He was still bitter; bitter at his loss, that no one had stopped it, that he had not stopped it. But before Jo could stop him, he was gone.

"Jason, don’t be like that." the hunting part isn’t anyones business but mine, she thought. “I’m sorry! You know that I’m sorry! For crying out loud, don’t do this to me, please! I know I fucked up but for crying out loud don’t make me pay for it this way.” she stopped shaking her head. Was there really anything to lose in being honest? “I get that you’re upset. I know, I don’t blame you. And I know you aren’t going to sweep it under the rug, but don’t make me lose you completely. Please.” she stopped, still looking at him, but this time she wasn’t glaring. There was something else glinting in her eye.

Jo couldn’t help but smirk. “That’s really tempting, you know.” she had the sudden thought of dragging him behind her and making him stay with her. It would never work. “Please, will you go somewhere safe for tonight, and go back to hating me tomorrow?”

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Until I get what I want. 

So how long are you staying here?

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Paranoia will become you. 

Time to get back to business.

Oh, I’m sure I could guess what you want. 

Sometimes, yes, which is why I like to be suspicious. 

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 "I'm going to need a drink. Or several." 

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Despite the tension, despite the anger flickering past her eyes, Jason was stubborn enough to not shift his gaze elsewhere. He had always been wired in this fashion; too stubborn for his own good; too late to change that now, wasn't it?

The laughter that came from within him was that of irony, his head tilting back before he looked back at her. "Nothing of what you do is my business," he told her, as though he were handing her brand new information. "It's the very reason we're stuck in this position." She was a hunter, had been one from the moment they met yet he had been unaware of such throughout their friendship, never knew of her knowledge of the supernatural. Looking back, Jason realized he should have suspected when she recovered quickly from the shock of hearing of his experience with demons. "Tonight's the best night to be suicidal," he argued. "It might actually get done." He was such a pain in the ass, keeping his calm - well, somewhat - when Jo's anger was almost taking over entirely. 

While Jason had anticipated several reactions from the blonde beauty, being told she gave a fuck was not among them and, for the first time tonight, it seemed something got through to him. If only for a moment. "I don't like being told what to do. So unless you intend to make me, I suggest you ask nicely."

Jo wanted to take a few steps back, and escape Jason’s rant, but she stood her ground instead. They stood close enough that she could almost feel his breath, with her glaring up and him glaring down. Part of her wanted to slap him, he deserved it; but she knew it would be useless.

The guy with the puppy dog eyes? Did he mean Sam? Jo stood puzzled for  minute before responding. ”I don’t save people to make myself feel better, Jason.” Jo replied, her tone even but harsh. “And why I do it is none of your god damn business. But that’s not the point. You think you can sit here, and just drown in self pity? Do you really think that it will help anything, deciding on tonight of all nights to be suicidal?” she stopped for a second, shaking her head, trying to make sense of everything he’d said. “You know what, screw you Jason! You and your self pity, and your asshole-I-don’t-care-about-anyone attitude! I don’t care how mad you are, or how upset you are or anything else!” she stopped, taking a deep breath. ”I- I- No! You can’t! I care, okay? Too much to watch you sit here and wait to die. Because I’ve seen it. It isn’t quick, or simple and you say you want it but you don’t! So get up, and get the hell out of here!” 

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Anger; it flooded his senses almost as instantly as the angst had overwhelmed him just moments before. Being told by someone he had never bothered sparing two words two how it was he felt was not comforting; just another way of triggering his short temper. But the more Sam spoke, the more Jason could identify with him. Yes, it was like his heart had been ripped out and replaced with an all consuming black hole. "I don't like you," he clarified, glaring slightly before the man's attention drifted elsewhere. Good.

A nod was given, though his expression was one of one disinterested. "Yeah, whatever, dude. Just don't get yourself killed. Imagine the irony," he called, sighing once the man was gone. Yeah, he needed to get the fuck off this pavement but he'd wait a couple of more seconds for good measure. Couldn't give the man the satisfaction.

"I know exactly what you’re going through. It wasn’t very hard to identify after walking by you. I know you’d want nothing more then to actually be dead. There’s probably some giant hole eating away in you right now. You want to feel numb. I’m not being cheesy when I saw it’s not worth whatever you’re thinking about doing.” 

The man seemed to be in a much worse emotional state then he was playing off. A rustling noise came through the hunter’s ears in the distance. He gripped his stake out of pure instinct. ”Weather you want to talk about it or not is all you. I’m not going to force you to accept it. Just think about what I’m saying. And try to stay off the streets.” Sam added before getting up. 

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He could feel her defenses creeping up. Good. This was what he did best, fuck good things up though he found comfort in knowing this time he had not been the first to make a mistake. Not that that mended anything; if anything he was more at an impasse. 

"What is it with you fucking people?" First the boy with the puppy eyes, now her. "Do you all suffer from some kind of fucked up knight in armor syndrome? What, you save people to make yourself feel better? I don't need saving. I don't want it! I know this place is crawling in demons. You think I don't know that? Maybe they've come to finish what they started! Maybe it's my turn." He stood up, now mere inches apart from the blonde, glaring down at her as though his anger were all directed towards her. "And you know what, about. fucking. time."

She knew deep down that he would’ve reacted like this, but still Jo was hurt. She pulled her hand back like she’d been stung and straightened up immediately. It was hard for her not to put her own guard up, but she knew it wouldn’t help.

"What do you think I’m doing? You’re one of those people." she crossed her arms over her chest. "You’re bent over sitting on the curb. Like hell I’m just gonna leave you here."  she looked around quickly, getting a strange feeing. "Come on, this isn’t safe. At least come with me to somewhere safe, and I’ll leave you be… they’re everywhere."

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Sounds very gay. And violent.  I'll do my best.

If you end up in a sequestered European all men’s prison, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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Laughter that lacked joy but was once again filled with irony spilled from his lips. "You don't know what I want." He couldn't imagine many people had come home to their family murdered and then had to bury each and every one of them, one by one and keep it a secret, while never knowing how long before revenge was served. A sound of sorts emerged from the distance, capturing Jason's attention for no more than a few seconds. "You should see to that. There may be people ot there that want your help. I'm not one of them."  

Sam sighed at the man’s sarcasm, growing so used to Dean’s own over the years. “I know it’s bad now, but trust me death isn’t something you want.  No matter how bad it gets.” He thought back to dying, so much pain had came from it. He thought some good would have come out of it. Nothing could have prepared Sam for the news he got as he returned. 

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Well, a man can dream. 

 Nothing. Do people always want something from you?

Time to get back to business.

Of course I am, being  that I’ve become so used to it, but sometimes it’ll get you nowhere. 

Now what did you want?

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If this same moment had played not so long ago, then perhaps Jason would have been far more open to her touch; he might have had embraced it even. Too much had happened since the last time they and a decent talk. Ever since he realized just how much Jo knew, how much she had refused to share with him when he had been completely honest... something in him had gone into shutdown and, ever since, it was hard for him to allow himself that same vulnerability. 

It showed in the way he rejected her touch, pushed her hand aside and refused to even meet eyes with her. "Sod off, Jo." His voice was guttural, eye narrowing to glare at nothing in particular. "Don't you have places to go, people to see? Go do that."

Jo had been out searching for people in need of help for the past hour, and already found a few strays wandering the streets. She’d developed a system of sorts, go through the checks, then see if they were in shock or not and send them inside to hide and stay safe. So far, it had worked.

She was jogging down another poorly lit street as best she could with her injury when she saw a figure sitting on the curb. Preparing for the worst, she picked up her pace and hurried to his side. Realizing quickly who it was, she knelt in front of him and put her hand on his shoulder. “Jason, are you okay? Look at me, please.” 

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Thought you were a fan of flattery. 

Time to get back to business.

Okay, what do you want?

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Lacking the ability to care whether or not his musings - or wallowing in self pity - were interrupted or not, Jason glanced up, eyebrows lifting when he found himself looking at an unfamiliar face. "Is it forbidden for one to sit and enjoy the chaos around him?" he spat the word out, huffing before shoving his hands back into his pockets, allowing the quiet to settle between them. In the distance he could hear someone screaming. Or something howling. Whatever it was, it would inflict fear upon most people. Jason simply couldn't being himself to give a damn.

"I don't suppose you walk around with alcohol?" That always seemed to help. Yet there was none in sight. "Of course not," he sighed, attention shifting towards their surroundings. "You may wanna keep walking. My mood won't improve and people might think we're some kind pf monster freaks, lurking about in the dark. Or worse, secret lovers. You're handsome and all, don't get me wrong, just not my type." 

Stefan had been aimlessly walking around town for a few hours now, enjoying the darkness and the special atmosphere that came with it more than he should. There had been a few people outside, hurrying back to their homes or trying to find an open shop or restaurant where they could stay for a while, but other than that the streets were desolate. 

After another while of walking around on empty streets and being bored out of his mind, Stefan decided he could pay a visit to the boarding house, to see what his brother was up to lately. Ever since he’d turned his humanity off, he’d enjoyed making Damon’s life miserable the way Damon used to enjoy it with Stefan, but before he made it there, Stefan saw some guy sitting on the pavement. Always up for a game, Stefan brought up his good guy facade and walked closer. “You alright there buddy?” he asked.

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Sympathy was not something Jason was accustomed to. He had never expected it; one could argue he went to extreme length to not be pitied but rather disliked. He was arrogant, trouble; he broke girls' hearts with close to no care only to then move on, crawl into another's bed and do the same. Why girls continued to bother was beyond him. They knew of him, his reputation... it was the same reputation that caused women to be hostile towards him in general. Bonnie Bennett was living proof of that. But then he had always quite despised her.

Matter of the fact was, Jo alone seemed to have found it in her to feel empathy towards the twisted boy that Jason had grown to be. His parents and siblings were dead, and all he did was bury them, keep their deaths a secret and swear vengeance. Not that he had the slightest idea as to how such was obtained. Specially if he were to have a quiet meltdown each and every time he sensed... it around him.

Rather than demons, it was a man who sat beside him and, while Jason rose his head, his eyes were blank as he stared ahead into nothing rather than at whomever had joined him. "What's the worse thing that could happen?" A bitter laugh fled past his lips. "Get killed?" That would be too easy. God would not permit such an easy option. 

Sam must’ve killed around 50 vampires and demons already. A slight exaggeration, but they were everywhere. Blood stained his clothes a dark red hue, the smell was putrid and revolting. His stake was also covered in the substance.

As he walked further, a man came into view. The younger Winchester raised his stake high in the air, automatically assuming the man was just another vampire. The way this man was sitting stopped Sam. Being in his position more then enough times, Sam knew this man was ringed with a certain sadness around him.  Instead of killing the man, Sam sat down next to the man. He couldn’t help but feeling sightly empathetic. The man had clearly lost someone.

"You alright? Look you really shouldn’t be out here right now." Sam finally spoke up. The darkness prevented Sam from identifying the man, if they even knew each other. He looked at the other man who’s eyes seemed to be shut.