Former house of Winchesters, Lawrence, KS

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Sam Winchester has totally been around for a few days, really. In those few days, he's met his sister who isn't HIS sister, met Faith (who is more than enough of an event in and of herself), returned to his childhood home and been forced to resign himself to the fact that he's probably not going to see his brother again, ever.

Is it any wonder he's sitting on the porch of the aforementioned house with his head in his hands, wondering what the Hell happened to his life?

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Sam rolls his eyes.

"Dean, try not to be an ass to the girl, okay? She's from...before you came and got me at school. And she's probably never gonna see HER Sam again, or have the chance we had to fix things. So lay off her, will you?"

Somebody's already protective.

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"Yeah, righ--"

Dean blinks, and peers at him. Then he lifts a fist to knock on Sam's head and cups his ear towards the imaginary echoes.

"-- you're serious?"

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"Perfectly," Sam says, flatly. "She's even got your eyes. And she kinda looks like...well. Like Mom."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Huh."

Dean considers this thoughtfully. It's obviously very interesting.

"... Does me-as-a-girl have a great rack?" he asks, hiding a smirk. "This is important, Sammy, it's for science."

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"..........dude. She's our -sister-."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Says you." Dean raises an eyebrow, amused.

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"I've been talking to her. She's...she's definitely a Winchester."

Beat.

"Faith tells me there's a lot of shit to kill 'round here. So I guess we've got work to do. All of us."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Faith, huh." Dean leans back on his hands, luxuriating in the early morning sun that he'd never expected to see again.

"You know she ain't human, right, Sammy?"

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"Yeah, had part of a demon forced on her at a young age."

Sam raises an eyebrow.

"Kind of remind you of how anybody else in this household came by their powers?"

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Dude. She's part demon. You're not."

'Cos he's not ...

... right?

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Sam looks away.

My that sidewalk is fascinating.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"All right, what the shit." Dean grabs his shoulder. "Lemme guess, you came to some giant realisation while I was -- out -- an' you've decided y'really are the Antichrist?"

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"I've known for a year. Since Cold Oak. It...it mixed its blood with ours, Dean, that's how it gave us its powers."

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"Gave you its powers, dude, that's not the same thing as being part of it. For fuck's sake, you act like you're blamin' yourself for Mom and Jess now."

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VERY INTERESTING SIDEWALK.

Also the weeds therein.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Shoulder punch!

"Dude. Are you done? How 'bout we start thinking, sometime soon? You were six freakin' months old. We've been over this."

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"Whatever."

There's a beat, and then Sam may be leaning against his brother.

A little.

"I'm sorry, Dean. That I couldn't save you. I would've done anything...I'm sorry."

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Dean glances over at him, and softens slightly.

"Yeah ... I know, Sammy. It's a'ight. We did our best, right? And hey ... I'm here."

A moment. But Dean can't leave it at that, of course.

"Couldn't let you keep m'wheels, could I?"

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"Right. The Impala."

Beat, and a little more leaning.

"Stanford's not even there anymore. Coastal cities got it worst." His voice is casual, but it bothered him to learn that. "Most of the big cities on each coast...pretty much rubble."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?"

Dean tries to be sad about that, but it's hard.

"Still a hell've a lot better'n where I thought I was headed."

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"True."

And now Sam isn't even trying to hide the leaning. It'd be hard to do, seeing as he's also got an arm around Dean's shoulders.

Dean's just going to have to deal with the limpet thing for a while.

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Yeah.

That's ...

That might be okay.

"Dude... you look like shit. When's the last time you slept?"

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"Uhm."

Sam scrubs his face with both hand.

"I. Really couldn't tell you."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Yeah ... kid?" Dean wraps an arm around him and attempts to hoist his enormous little brother to his feet. "Get some damn shut-eye. We got serious work to do."

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Sam's grip on his brother tightens.

"I don't want to...."

Beat.

"If I go to sleep, and I wake up, and you're gone again...."

He feels pathetic, but the fear is there.