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Lawrence, Kansas, is not a spectacular town. It does not have neon lights pointing to it detailing "EVERYTHING IMPORTANT IN THE WORLD TO BE FOUND HERE". Given the recent Apocalypse, it doesn't even have lights. Or people anymore, for that matter.

Still, it's home.

And what's more, that's home. Once she started recognizing landmarks, Dianne began leading the way, and lead she did- directly to an innocent, perfectly ordinary if slightly broken-down home. She pulls the Impala into the driveway (which could use some re-paving, to be honest), and steps out, stretching, and waits for Faith.

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Faith pulls in behind Dianne, hops out of the convertible and looks around.

"So this is where you grew up? Gotta say you didn't seem like the Midwest type to me."

"We traveled a lot."

Really, she pretty much lived in hotel rooms since she was almost five.

She flashes a quick grin at Faith and digs a lockpicking kit out from the weapons arsenal in the trunk to have at the door lock.

"Hunting?"

Faith would probably have busted the door down....but then again, it's Dianne's childhood home, and that means something to some people.

Not to Faith, but eh.

"Yeah."

The lock doesn't take long, which doesn't really give her enough time to prepare, exactly, but charging in where angels fear to tread and all that shit is kind of her business.

(Childhood trauma can really suck, sometimes.)

The first step isn't exactly the hardest, but she breathes in sharply anyway because she's almost certain she smells smoke which isn't there, and then calls out a loud "Dad? Sammy?" before heading for the kitchen.

Faith is just going to slouch in the doorway, keeping one eye on the street and another on Dianne.

The sound of a car engine approaching draws her attention, probably audible only to Slayer hearing at this point, and she cocks her head to the side, listening.

What are the odds of another car coming down this street? Not good.

She is on alert.

Dianne does not notice, on account of not having that handy Slayer hearing, and being too busy calling out names. Given that there aren't any answers, she finds herself a scrap of paper and a pen and scribbles a note and a crude set of directions to Smallville, as best as she knows, to stick on what's left of the kitchen table.

'~~Dad~~ ~~Sammy~~ Whoever finds this,

Gone to Smallville. Contact me if you get this.

-Dianne'

And then wanders back to the door. House makes her nervous and emotional, which just isn't cool.

"Car coming," Faith says, as Dianne approaches. "Sounds like..."

And then she trails off, as a black vintage Impala turns onto the street.

".......huh."

The Impala slows to a stop and parks in the street.

Gigantor gets out.

Okay, not really, but he's tall and gangling and pretty dangerous SOMETIMES, anyway.

Right now he's also staring at the Impala, looking.....completely shocked.

Her heart stops.

(Okay, not really, but we've got a dramatic licensing here, okay?)

"Sammy!"

It doesn't really take her long to cover the distance between her and her little brother, and there may be a sort of flying hug thing (she hasn't seen him in forever, okay?).

The Apocalypse isn't really the place for a reunion, but at least she knows he's alive.

"Oof!"

Sam looks up just in time to catch the girl that just threw herself at him.

He blinks down at the top of her head, completely confused....but hell, it's the end of the world. The poor thing is probably distraught.

"There, there, Miss," he says, and pats her shoulder. "Everything's gonna be okay. I'm Sam. What's your name?"

It may have escaped his attention that she called him 'Sammy.' You know. What with the seeing the Impala and wondering where the Hell his brother is.

(Oh right. HE'S IN HELL.)

If he could see his face from up there in the clouds, she would look as if she's just been punched in the gut.

(Hey, being home is not helping her emotional state, okay?)

But that's all right, because she's pretty good at using anger to mask worry and/or emotional pain, demonstrated by the way she pulls herself forcibly away.

"The fuck, dude? Just because you've been off doing your own thing at college does not give you the right to pretend you don't even know me!"

"....I'm sorry?"

Sam blinks some more and looks down at her, looking genuinely confused - and slightly remorseful, in his puppy-dog way.

"Have we met? I'm sorry, I don't recognize you..."

It's amazing how fast she can go from pissed off to slightly terrified.

"Fuck," she says again, helpfully. "You're serious."

"Yes, I am...if I should know you, I'm sorry. I just got here a couple of days ago..."

Great.

Great.

She turns around, turns back, runs a hand through her hair. "You hit your head any time recently?"

"....maybe? I was....kind of in the middle of something...bad. When I came here."

And that would be Dianne walking around to the back of Sam to check his head.

...Standing on tiptoe.

Shut up.

"I'm not finding anything, Sammy."

"Maybe he's not the Sam you knew," Faith puts in gently. "That happens sometimes."

".....oh. Parallel universes?" Sam looks interested. "That would certainly explain why....well, the plates on the Impala....we haven't used those in a while."

"'We?'"

"My brother and I."

"....................oh." Faith clears her throat. "I'm Faith Lehane. And this is, uh. Dianne Winchester."

"..........................................................what?"

"I kind of think she's your sister. Sort of."

".......................I don't have a sister," Sam says flatly, and releases Dianne. "I don't have anybody."

Blink at Sam.

Blink at Faith.

"Someone wanna rewind and explain things to me here?"

Cause none of that made sense.

"Ever see original-series Star Trek? 'Mirror, Mirror,' to be exact?"

He and Dean watched it, once, when they were kids. Dean liked to look at the alien chicks and Sam enjoyed the not-really science.

"...With the evil beards?"

Yeah, so. Not a whole lot of change there.

"Parallel universes. Uhm. In my world....I had a brother."

And now Sam's expression totally shuts down.

"Dean."

Note the past tense. HAD.

Oh, yeah. Noted.

"'Had'?"

There are scars on Sam that Dianne has no way of being familiar with, both on the inside and out.

"Had," he says again, and turns away. "It was....nice to meet you, I guess."

Oh hell, no.

"You are not walking away from me now."

~~Not again.~~

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