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She let her eyes roam over Dean as he sat unaware across the barroom. His jaw was set, tight and angular as he listened intently to Ash and Sam’s conversation.
Then, Ash said something off-color to Sam, and Dean’s head rolled back as peals of laughter escaped him. His smile was wide, eyes creased at the corners as he doubled over, clapping. He steadied himself, gasping as he stood up, gentle laughter still rolling off his lips.
This was how she loved him best.
“Enjoying the view Jo?” Dean asked, catching her eye.
“You wish,” she said with a smirk.