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[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean hates Lawrence.

For one thing, he'd sworn never to come back here. And sure, they kinda broke that vow when Sammy's visions started showing, but that was a job. That was different.

This -- pacing around the verandah while Sammy snores in a chair, waiting for anything to happen, waiting for Sam to wake up and convince Dean he's had enough sleep for them to leave --

-- waiting for the hellhounds to find him --

-- this is gonna drive him absolutely bugfuck nuts.

But Sam said stay, and Dean came too close to losing him to do anything but that.

He kicks at the gate, irritably, and glares down the street.

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[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"So okay, lemme correct that, she might be your mom, a different you, but she's not mine."

Dean, vaguely irrationally jealous? Nahhh.

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"...oh...."

Sam looks back and forth between them for a second, torn.

The indecision doesn't last.

He releases Mary and looks over at Dean, surreptitiously wiping his eyes.

"So, uh. You wanna take off later, or stick around a bit?"

The days of Dean not being his first priority are long gone.

[mominnafridge.livejournal.com]

Mary catches her breath, paling a little, but doesn't comment just yet.

She can love all three of them. She's got room for that in her heart, she's sure of it.

But if they can't....well, she won't force it.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean is looking at Sam. It is the 'don't-be-more-of-an-idiot-than-you-can-help,-Sammy' look.

"Don't see any harm in stickin' around."

Sam needs his mom. And what Sammy wants comes first.