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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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Sam is unperturbed!

He just beams at her.

Sweetly.

Woefully, "You're screwed up in the head sometimes, you know that?"

"Part of my charm."

"Yeah, you wish."

And now, it's time for Puppy Eyes By Sam Winchester.

Beat.

"Sam."

"Hm?"

Voice of Authority time.

"Stop that."

Tragic Puppy Eyes.

Of DOOM.

And Patheticness.

Sam is really pushing his luck.

Yeah, he really is.

He gets a headsmack again.

"I'm really starting to like doing that," she remarks cheerfully.

"Ow."

Sam sighs and kisses her cheek.

"I'm going to start doing that every time you hit me."

Glare.

He's taking all the fun out of it.

Beam.

He totally knows that.

"Brat."

Grumpy.

Sam is just going to keep beaming at her.

He totally wins.

Yeah, yeah.

That's what he thinks.

"Also? Turns out there really are vampires."

Distraction time!

Son of the Bride of the WHUT Face Returns.

Part Two.

"Hunted near to extinction, but there's a few of 'em around still."

"Fuck," she sums up.

"Yeah."

Pause.

"And uh. You know those powers I've got? Some of the Hunters sort of figured I was fair game."

Information dump?

Not going so well.

"Man name of Gordon Walker...we met him hunting vampires. Sadistic bastard. Killed his own sister when she got turned. Killed her without thinking twice. Don't think he even regretted it."

She keeps silent, because the hell is there to say?

"And he's telling Dean he has to kill me, just like Dad..."

This would be the point when Sam realizes what he's saying, shuts his mouth and looks away.