"Yeah. Well. Sam isn't." And neither is she. "Sam's from the shit side of 2009, maybe 2010. Time is weird."
Which is an understatement, because she isn't from 2015, but Jo, also, isn't from 2009, or 2010 or anytime earlier. She's years, more than half a decade of them, give or take the multiverse-fuckery of time being weird, past where she was at twenty-four, when she last saw Castiel, in her world and in Milliways, and she's well aware that every single person she's bumped into from home since then hasn't expected that.
Has said the same god damn thing she hates having to hear again, and correct again.
Because she's not dead. Because she never died. Because this right here is why she avoided the fucking boats to begin with.
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"Yeah. Well. Sam isn't." And neither is she. "Sam's from the shit side of 2009, maybe 2010. Time is weird."
Which is an understatement, because she isn't from 2015, but Jo, also, isn't from 2009, or 2010 or anytime earlier. She's years, more than half a decade of them, give or take the multiverse-fuckery of time being weird, past where she was at twenty-four, when she last saw Castiel, in her world and in Milliways, and she's well aware that every single person she's bumped into from home since then hasn't expected that.
Has said the same god damn thing she hates having to hear again, and correct again.
Because she's not dead. Because she never died. Because this right here is why she avoided the fucking boats to begin with.