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[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

As much as it's become a sort of Winchester magnet, the house is not exactly Dianne's favorite place to be.

This is why, when she's not with her baby*, she's put up shop (so to speak) in a somewhat near, likewise-abandoned house that is more or less intact and the beds are pretty comfortable.

(Which makes her feel just a bit like Goldilocks, and that just isn't right.)

Presently, she's dragged a chair out onto the porch for the purpose of busily not wondering what's happening in her universe without her.

(It looks oddly a little bit like napping.)



*The Impala. >.<

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[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

"Though, if we ever ran short of money," kindly ignoring that, in Apocalypse Land, they don't need money, "we could sell Sammy off as a giant."

(Whatever, it's not one of her best. She just woke up came out of a deep... thinking.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

She gets a half-effort at a laugh anyway. Cos hey, he wasn't doing any better.

"Sammy worrying y'?"

He's sure as hell freaking Dean out.

[not-theslayer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah."

That seems to be all she's inclined to say about it.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean nods.



She's pretty easy to get along with, he guesses. Knows when to talk and when to shut up.

That's nice.