Sidetrip

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

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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[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

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

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

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

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

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

Great.

Great.

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

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

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

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

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."

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"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."

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

Blink at Sam.

Blink at Faith.

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

Cause none of that made sense.

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"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.

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

"...With the evil beards?"

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

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

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

And now Sam's expression totally shuts down.

"Dean."

Note the past tense. HAD.

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. Noted.

"'Had'?"

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

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."

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

Oh hell, no.

"You are not walking away from me now."

Not again.

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

.....well. Now that did sound like Dean.

Enough to make Sam stop, at least, and look up, his eyes dark with grief and pain.

"Everybody in my family died because of me. I'm not looking to cause any more casualties."

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

"You are such a girl sometimes, you know that? You do not get to blame yourself for anything that's happened, okay?"

Only she's allowed to blame herself for letting anyone get hurt.

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

Sam slams one hand down on the top of the Impala, then turns to glare at Dianne.

"You're not my sister," he says, coldly. "You don't know me. You only think you do. So I don't see how it's any of your business what I do or don't choose to blame myself for."

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

"You bet your ass it is."

Because family extends beyond alternate universe evil beard shit.

"I don't care what kind of broody guilt you've got going on in there, I want you to talk to me."

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"You know what? I don't give a damn what you want."

Sam advances on Dianne, his expression completely blank.

"Right before I came here, I was taking my brother's BODY someplace where I could burn it, because he died and went to Hell, because he made a deal with a fucking Crossroads Demon because I died and he couldn't leave it alone. I finally got him to trust me to save his life, and I couldn't do it, and he's gone, and I have nobody left. So what you want is really of no consequence to me, because all I care about is getting back to my world, and then killing anyone and anything that stands in the way of my getting him back."

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

....


Fuck. Does he have to be so tall? Really?


She looks him squarely in the eye, says, "Yeah, well, you want to know what I think of that plan, Sammy?" and decks him.

It's amazing how much power she can put into a punch.

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

It really, really is.

And she nailed him in the solar plexus, too.

Sam leans over and wheezes for a while.

A long while.

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

She'll wait.

(It's not like she hurt him too much. And anyway, little brother or not, the bastard deserves it for trying to strong-arm her like that.)

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"Bitch," Sam manages to say at length, without really thinking about it.

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

"You want to think about that one again, Sammy?"

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"God, you're just like Dean, except he's never hit me quite that hard."

Sam straightens and eyes her.

"You really are a Winchester, aren't you?"

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

"Now he catches on. I thought you were supposed to be the smart one, College Boy."