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[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

Sam's poor, tousled head is all filled up with angst at the moment.

He's a few streets away from the house they're all staying in, perched on somebody's porch, drinking a purloined beer and thinking Very Deep Thoughts.

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[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

So, clearly, what he needs is an older sister to sneak up on him and ruffle his hair to knock out that angst.

Um.

(Shut up, she's tall enough if he's sitting down.)

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"Hey."

Sam doesn't look up from his beer.

Or even attempt to pull away from the hair-ruffling.

Clearly things are Serious.

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

"You okay there, C- Sammy?"

Hey, she caught herself.

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"I got possessed once."

Hello, left field, how are you today?

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

....The fuck, her face says.

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"It killed people. Hunters. In my body. Jo was one of its intended victims. Went after Bobby Singer too, but he was too smart for it."

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

Right, so.

With the silence.

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"Of course, she didn't know I was possessed, so she thought it was me doing...the things it did to her. And the things it would have done if Dean hadn't showed up and stopped it."

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

Oh...kay.

"That wasn't you, Sammy."

Angstboy.

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"But we never checked on her. Dean and me. We never even called to see if....I Should have called her."

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

"Why didn't you?"

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"I was sort of afraid she'd tell me where I could go."

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

He gets a headthwack.

A loving headthwack.

"Dude. Get over it. Yeah, you should have called her. But nothing you did when you were possessed was you. Jo's a hunter, Sammy, she gets that."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean can untangle it ... right?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Either way, he has found the same stash of beer as Sam has, and has one of his own; and the streets are very easy to pace if you're used to searching a town. And if you know where Sam might be likely to go.

He doesn't acknowledge that it might be odd to turn up when Sam's obviously trying to get time alone, either; just sits down next to him and cracks open the top of his beer.

"So, what the hell was all that yesterday about?"

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"Which part do you need me to explain?"

Sam is not going to make this easy on Dean, alas.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"The bit where you pitched a girly fit and stomped off."

Were he someone else, Dean might add 'Duh.' to that.

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"Hm."

Sam tosses his beer bottle toward the street, melting it mid-air.

Target practice yay.

"Fuck you."

Oh this is not going to go well.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean bliniks.

"Well, that was unexpected."

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorta not in the mood, Dean."

Hi there, understatement.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"No shit."

Dean drinks meditatively.

"You do realise that's fucking creepy, right?"

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Try having 'em."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"You know, I really think I'll pass."

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah."

Sam falls silent for a minute.





"So what's up with you?"

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you know, the usual. Kid brother freaks me out, hellhounds on my tail, need to fill m'baby's tank soon..."

More beer. Beer is good.

[sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com]

".......Hellhounds."

Oh, this is NOT GOOD NEWS.

"Here?"