Ch 6 Section 2

                                    

                                          
The next morning, Angel came out of the bedroom as she slipped on her jacket. Jo was still sitting at the table looking over their blueprints and notes as she twirled her knife. The boys had let the two of them take the bedroom but when Jo ended up staying up to go over research, Sam bunked with her. Angel looked over and smirked when she saw Dean twisted up on the recliner sleeping in what looked to be a very uncomfortable position.

                          
"His back is gonna be singing when he gets up." She shook her head and walked over to the table, "Did you sleep at all last night?"
                          
"Not really, no." Jo sighed, "I've just been going over everything. There's a lot."
                          
"Yeah, but you gotta get a few hours at least." Angel nodded as she sat down to wait for Sam, "It's important not to burn out. That's when you start missing things." She studied the fellow blonde consideringly before cocking an eyebrow, "What's with the knife? It help you concentrate or something?"
                          
Jo eyed her for a second before handing the knife over to her. She took it and studied it, noticing an engraving on the blade: W.A.H. 
                          
Angel nodded and looked up to meet Jo's eyes when she spoke, "William Anthony Harvelle."
                          
She handed the knife back before slipping a black butterfly knife out of her back pocket and handing it over. It had the initials J.E.W. engraved on the blade for her father: John Eric Winchester.
                          
Angel offered a friendly smile, "Guess we have something in common."
                          
"Yeah, guess so..." Jo quieted before she looked back over to Angel with sad eyes, "What do you... what do you remember about your dad? I mean, what's the first thing that pops into your head?" A small smile came to Angel's lips but she quickly looked away from Jo at the memory and shook her head, the blonde smiled as well, "Come on, tell me."
                          
"I don't know..." Angel smiled at her hands as she thought about her father, "I guess it's kind of silly but... My favorite memories are of when he would have Dean and I help him fix up the Impala or the Trans Am. Everytime we did it he just went to a different place, you know? He was calmer, relaxed... Happy even. Like he didn't have a care or worry in the world..." Her smile soon turned to a sad frown but she brushed it off as she looked to Jo, "What about your dad?"
                          
"I was still in pigtails when my dad died, but..." She looked down at her hands sadly, "I remember him coming home from a hunt. He'd burst through that door like- like Steve McQueen or something." She smiled, "And he'd sweep me up in his arms, and I'd breathe in that old leather jacket of his. And my mom- who was sour and pissed from the minute he left, she started smiling again. And we were... we were a family." Her sad eyes met Angels, "You guys wanna know why I want to do the job? For him. It's my way of being close to him. Now, tell me, what's wrong with that?"
                          
Angel frowned as understanding filled her, "Nothing."
                          
Sam walked out of the bathroom just then and looked between the two sad girls curiously, "Everything... okay?"
                          
"Yeah... yeah, we're fine." Angel nodded as she cleared her throat and got up, handing Sam his jacket before turning back to Jo, "We're gonna go for coffee. You want some?"
                          
Jo nodded, offering a small smile, "Thanks."
                          
Sam followed his sister out of the apartment and into the elevator, studying her curiously, "What was all that about?"
                          
"We were just... Reminiscing about our dads." Angel smiled at her brother's shocked expression, "Jo's not so bad. She's got potential."
                          
As they walked out of the elevator he was about to comment when he was interrupted by the sounds of sirens. Cops filled the lobby, running in and out. The Winchesters shared a look before forgetting about their coffee and getting to business. After finding out some information they hurried back up to the apartment, bursting through the door and interrupting Jo and Deans conversation.