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Made it safely home.

Quaxo has lost a lot of weight, but he was very happy to see me and curl up on my chest. Mom points out that part of this probably has to do with the fact that I'm the one person in the house who hasn't been responsible for dragging him to the vet lately. (He got most of his teeth pulled earlier this week, including his snaggletooth. Poor kitty.)

I dashed off a ridiculously sappy bit of Tom Robbins-inspired stuff as we flew in over Anchorage that boils down to: MOUNTAINS. ("Pittsburgh is mountainous!" said Mom. "LIKE HELL," I said. "NO SNOW ON TOP, NO MOUNTAIN.")

I also dashed off the next bit of SPN/YW! For y'all's enjoyment.

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Part one.

Part two.

Part three.

Part four.

When they finally reached Madison and headed for a motel, Jo was waiting for them, sitting on the curb of an empty parking space next to a beat-up truck. She stood up, taking a swig from a bottle of beer in her hand, as the Impala grumbled into the lot.

"What took you so long?" she called, smirking, as the Winchesters got out of the car. "I was starting to think you'd stood me up."

"Car trouble," Sam replied with a rueful smile. "Hey, Jo. 'S good to see you."

She smiled cheerfully. "You too, Sam. C'mere, let me get a look at you. It's been a while."

He obligingly stepped nearer, and then flinched involuntarily as her free hand came up and flicked at his face. "Hey!" Blinking, he swiped the liquid out of his eyes, sniffed his fingers, and gave Jo an accusing look. "What, holy water?"

Jo shrugged. "Last time I saw you I ended up tied to a post, remember? Hey!"

Sam shook his head as Jo switched on her smile again to greet Dean. Dean glanced between them, and then held up a hand. "Woah there, darlin', if you're gonna throw things in my face I expect you to get me a beer to make up for it."

"If you're gonna call me 'darlin' I expect you to buy me a drink," Jo retorted sweetly.

Sam shook his head again, grinning this time, and glanced back towards the car. Nita had gotten out, but was staying by the car with her arms folded, looking like she felt out of place. He gave her a quick, encouraging smile and nodded for her to join them.

She hesitated, but by then Dean and Jo had stopped bantering and were looking at her too. With a slightly nervous smile, she stepped forward. "Hi."

"Hi," Jo returned, politely. "You must be Nita."

"Yeah, that's me. And you're Jo, right?"

"That's me." Jo stuck out a hand, and Nita shook it. "Have these two driven you crazy with their music yet?"

Nita laughed, tension easing a little. "Not yet."

"Yeah, well, give it time. Third time they play 'Carry On My Wayward Son' you'll be rolling your eyes."

"Hey, that is a great song," Dean objected.

"And it's not our music, it's Dean's music," Sam added.

"Hey, you chose the AC/DC tape today."

"My range of choices is kinda limited!"

Jo shot Nita a look. "Brothers. What can you do." Nita giggled, and Jo smiled. "How about we let these two bicker? I brought some changes of clothes for you; I think they'll fit. Mom figured you probably didn't come with an overnight bag."

Nodding, Nita followed her into her room. Sam and Dean exchanged glances.

"Looks like you get a bed tonight, Sasquatch."

"Thank God."

Part six.

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