Sidetrip

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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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"Yeah. It's not....yeah. Thanks."

Beat.

"You look like Mom a little. The mouth and nose mostly."

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There's a flicker of. Something. It's hard to tell. Hell, she's in her head, and it's hard to tell.

"Yeah? Well, your face looks kinda like a horse's ass but you don't see me talking about it."

(Emotional repression. It's all about the emotional repression. Good soldiers don't show what they're feeling.)

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Sam stares at her for a second, and then turns his back, lowering his head and planting his hands on the hood of the Impala, his shoulders shaking suspiciously.

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"Sammy?"

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Sam turns back, after a second's hesitation.

He's laughing quietly, a wry grin on his lips. "Definitely a Winchester," he says, and wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in for a hug.

Maybe he sensed she needed one. Maybe HE needed one. Maybe both.

"I always wanted a sister."

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He gets a few token protestations and a grumpy, "Yeah, and I always wanted a skyscraper."

It's funny.

She's not trying to get away from the hug.

(This time.)

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Sam snorts, and doesn't let her go. "I'm not -that- tall. You're just....very tiny."

Beat.

"Sorry. About before. It's been a rough...lifetime, pretty much."

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Hrmph.

"You just think that because you're freakishly tall, dude. All that being so exposed to the elements does something to your brain."


"Yeah. Don't do it again."

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Sam rolls his eyes.

And ruffles her hair.

"Brat."

Apparently he has decided that this is an acceptable variant on the "Bitch, Jerk" routine.

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"Woah, woah, woah."

And there is some attempted squirming out of his hug. Jury's still out on how successful she is. "I'm still older than you. If anyone's the brat here, it's gonna be you."

Beat.

"And the hair? Not cool."

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Sam grins, but releases her.

"No, sorry. You're the brat. I've decided."

Wait until Dean shows up. Reinforcements!

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"Yeah? Who was just ruffling whose hair? Bitch."

Her logic, it is sound!

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"Brat."

Sam is determined.

But at least he's accepted that she's his sister? Er.

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Her reply is a punch.

A playful, no-force-behind-it punch.

A 'whatever you say, bitch, I'm still older than you' punch.

:D

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"You're not that much older than me, you know."

Sam knows Winchester body language pretty well.

"If I'm still at school in your timeline....what is it, 2005? Fall?"

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"Yeah."

What're you leading up to, her face says.

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"'S summer of 2008 where I come from. I'm 25."

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"Still older."

It's possibly not as triumphant as it could be.

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"Only barely."

A few months, probably.

Sam is smirking now.

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"Older is older."

Not sulky at all.

It's not fair, him sneaking around and getting older like that.

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"Aww. Poor thing."

Sam ruffles her hair again.

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>|!

He gets that not-for-reals punch again. His hair is short. Messing it up does not have as devestating an affect.

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And now Sam is just going to haul his sister over one shoulder and hold her there.

HAH. VICTORY.

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"God DAMMIT, Sammy, put me down!"

THIS IS NOT HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO WORK.

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"Don't think I will, thanks."

Sam starts walking toward the house, still carting her around.

"I like this having-a-sister thing."