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The building she brought them to was modest outwardly - it looked like an industrial building that had been converted, though if that was how it was or what it was meant to look like, Jo couldn't say. All she knew is it had a safe place to park her truck and was, so far, an excellent place to call home.

Once out of the truck, she lead him into a nondescript hallway and up two flights of stairs (with an apology - the elevator was broken - but she did lead the way so he'd at least have a view), pausing on one of the landings that only had one door. It was that one that she unlocked with the keys off her hip, opening it and leading inside.

"So this is home," she gestured, locking up behind Cas. The space wasn't enormous, but she had made the most of it with her furniture and set up, the strange character pieces actually rather telling if inspected - the ones that looked like they were hand made, were. "Until the itch to move resurfaces, probably in a month or two." The keys were tossed on the table, fingers already moving to the belt around her hips. "There's more beer in the fridge if you want to make yourself at home, but I have to get out of these slacks before they wrinkle. Otherwise," she paused by the back of the kitchen where a tight pair of stairs lead upwards, "I'll be right back."

She'd only be gone three minutes - she did not mess around when it came to getting comfortable - returning looking a lot more softer than they'd met. The blacks were swapped for a light cream robe-like dress that tied loosely on the side and gave a lot of leg when she stepped just right. Her fingers deftly put her long ombre hair in a thick braid as she descended, eyes alight over her smile.

She accepted the beer, leaving her braid over her shoulder. "Because maybe I want to reward you a little," was her breezy reply, taking a sip of the beer. "Maybe I just want to see how long you'll hold out." Jo grinned, much more comfortable in the walls of her home, and it showed.

"That aside, I don't like to show off all my tricks at once. You have to work to see it all." She lifted her brow at him, almost challenging. "Would you have really listened to a word I said if I sat down to you in this?"

Her brows raised at him until he agreed with her, amusement in her gaze. "It's a compliment," she chuckled, noting all his movements with avid interest. "I like to connect with my prey before I strike." She was teasing - mostly. "Can't do that if you can very nearly see my hip with each step." And Jo knew well how the piece of garment clung to her like a promise. She rarely did anything by accident.

"It can play out differently," she admitted, "depending on many things. We could have started at the door, we may never make it upstairs. Isn't that the fun of it?" Cas may have been a gentleman in trying to finish the beer he opened, but she had no such scruples, setting the beer on the makeshift table and gliding over to him, barefoot and well balanced.

He still had height on her by a half foot, she'd guess, and that pleased her still. "I might push his buttons a little, see what makes him tick." Her fingers slid beneath the hem of his shirt, brushing over the warm skin beneath. "See if he's into small talk about my furniture in an attempt to not stare at me, or...see if he'll stare at me and not even notice if there's anything else." A slight grin accompanied the words. "I'm in my comfort zone, here, so it's seeing where his is, that's what interests me. Especially with a threepeat on the horizon."

She undeniably liked this man, his attentiveness, the way his eyes held all the heat he wasn't yet caught up in. Her chin lifted in response to him, grinning up at him with that sly interest in her gaze as she closed the gap between them and nestled easily against him. Still slow and measured, her fingers slid up beneath the fabric of his shirt and then around his sides to mirror him, pleasantly surprised at his build and fully understanding what she was up against. Jo so did enjoy a challenge, and Cas was delivering in spades even without trying.

She started to say something, but paused, looking his face over slowly. Jo'd been ready to give him the freedom, but she decided she'd take control up until she couldn't. "Upstairs," she practically purred, insistent, "and then you can discover what I'm wearing underneath." Stretching on her toes, she pressed her lips to his, a silent encouragement for him to get up the stairs or risk having to follow her, to put that patience to the test.

Jo didn't get much sleep - she hadn't anticipated much - but when she did sleep, she was down for the count. Waking up was surprisingly easy as the sun warmed the blinds over her large windows, painting the room in soft earthen tones and stirring her from her deep sleep. Breathing in deeply through her nose, she turned her sleepy gaze over the panes of the chest she was against, smiling to herself and trying to move slowly and carefully to not jar the mattress as she disentangled herself from the man in her bed.

She was sore in all the best ways and she could feel that coiled energy reserve of a night well spent starting to warm her limbs. Going over what she had in the fridge mentally, she swung her legs around and sat near the edge of the bed, groping for a shirt so she could go make them breakfast. Cas deserved that much - she couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun.

She could hear him shifting over the blankets before she felt his warm arm around her middle, humming in a soft sound of contentment as he settled against her. His words made Jo chuckle lightly, momentarily giving up her search to instead run her fingers through his tousled hair. "You've figured me out, caught in action!"

Resting her other arm over his, she tucked her legs back up against the mattress and partially leaned back against him, continuing to stroke his hair. "I was going to try and make us a decent breakfast, but you make it very difficult to even want to leave the bed." Her voice was a mix of amusement and tenderness, still softened with waking from sleep.

"Oh?" Lifting her hand as he got on his elbow, she pulled her hair over her opposite shoulder, a cascade of blonde and seafoam as her only garment. "Insatiable. I like that."

The look given back to him was equally adoring, her smile muted but true, though the trail of kisses tugged a light bit of a laugh from her lips. "Are you just naming off things to try and convince me you actually have an appetite for food?" His lips were warm and very nearly tickled her, toes curling as her fingers slightly tightened in his hair; if Cas wanted to get a rise out of her, he was doing astonishingly well. She couldn't even be frustrated about it - they were a bit beyond that phase, now.

Succumbing to his warmth, Jo slid her legs back beneath the covers and followed the line of his body with her own, laying her head on his forearm and looking up at him with a smile that was both parts relaxed and interested. "I was thinking of both of those things," she continued conversationally, even as her hands made their way up his chest and around his shoulders, speaking of something else entirely, "andouille sausage too, if you like spicy. I make a mean omelet."

The sun would be higher in the sky before Jo even had the inclination to sit up again. A soft sound of discontent escaped her lips, not wanting to leave the warm curl of Cas' arms and mussed blankets, but her stomach was starting to growl with a demand that would be embarrassing if she let it go much longer.

Grabbing one of her favorite long shirts that went off her shoulder, she kneeled back on the bed only to press a kiss to the man's temple, inviting, "I'm going to go make something for brunch," before finally made her way downstairs. She hooked up her phone to a small but manageable pair of speakers and shuffled through some songs before landing on Oye Como Va, swaying to the music as she put her hair up in a messy bun.

A quick scavenging of goods yielding an idea, putting aside the pancake mix she'd originally started on and instead retrieving english muffins, bacon, avocado, chives, two types of cheeses and eggs. Setting out the food in individual stations for use and started to get to work, Jo swayed to the music with a little barefoot dancing, lip synching as she went.