http://sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sasquatch-sam.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] shatterverse2008-06-14 01:33 am

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Sam can't stop smiling.

His right hand is tangled firmly with Jess; he's driving with the left, carefully, and occasionally sneaking glances at her face as he does.

When they pull into the driveway, he stops the car behind Dianne's and turns to her, beaming.

"Welcome home, Mrs. Winchester."






He likes saying it, okay?

[identity profile] norosesforme.livejournal.com 2008-06-14 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Like I said. You're a dork."

She still leans over to kiss him, though.

[identity profile] mominnafridge.livejournal.com 2008-06-14 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
It's perhaps unfortunate that when Mary comes out of the house, summoned by the sound of the Impala's engine, she sees them kissing.





She stares.





It's a little accusing.

[identity profile] norosesforme.livejournal.com 2008-06-14 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Jess has, after a while with living with her parents, gained a sixth sense for people watching her.

(actually, she'd really rather have gotten it just because her dad was over-protective and not because occasionally her mother was batshit insane, but that's life for you)

"Uh, Sam?"

[identity profile] mominnafridge.livejournal.com 2008-06-14 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Mary blinks.


Looks at the blonde girl in the passenger seat.


And smiles, slowly. "Well. Now I know why you haven't been home."

[identity profile] norosesforme.livejournal.com 2008-06-14 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Said blonde girl takes a deep breath and gets out of the car. In her walking boots, she'd be about the same height as Dean. She's smiling, a little worried (and with circles under her eyes from not sleeping and no, it wasn't because of Sam), but it's still...

A damn bright smile.

"Hi! Um, Sam's mom. Mary."

[identity profile] not-theslayer.livejournal.com 2008-06-14 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
You would think that a flying Impala would be a hard sight to miss.

You would think.

But she does.

It isn't until she finally makes her way back to the house and sees the second Impala parked next to hers that she realises there's a Winchester back from afar.

...She'll do something about that once she gets over the urge to punch him again for disappearing.

[identity profile] not-theslayer.livejournal.com 2008-06-14 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, so.

She wanders up, hands firmly in pockets. "Where've you been?"

See, it sounds all casual, but it's not. It's just trying to sound casual just in case.

[identity profile] not-theslayer.livejournal.com 2008-06-14 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Silence.




Looooong silence.






"What?"
tobeclosetohim: (Talkin True)

[personal profile] tobeclosetohim 2008-06-16 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
Jo's walking up the street, looking deeply in through.

Which is betrayed by the moment, she shouts to the one person standing outside.

"Hey! Sam! Does Mary have Olive Oil in the house?"
tobeclosetohim: (Silly-Looking Forward)

[personal profile] tobeclosetohim 2008-06-16 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Jo looks both curious and impatiently detained from her needs.

Her back pack hanging by one strap and when she stops in the yard her fingers are playing with her belt loops.

"Don't tell me there's another body to trip over?"
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tobeclosetohim: (Joanna Beth)

[personal profile] tobeclosetohim 2008-06-16 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Jo is going to stand there.



Very still.



Taking that in. A tilt of her head.

"The dead girl friend."


Then she's opening her backpack and looking for something in it.

[identity profile] norosesforme.livejournal.com 2008-06-16 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not dead," Jess points out as she gets out of the car.

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[identity profile] hector-aframian.livejournal.com 2008-06-19 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
At some point, not quite as many days later as the time stamp on this post may indicate, a low motorbike engine growls rapidly closer.

It is on the ground. Also, the wheels show significant wear.

Dean does not do flying.

What he does do is speed up when he catches sight of them, until he can screech to a halt and fling the bike away rather than get off it.

"Sammy," he breathes, covering the ground in three quick steps to his brother. "You fucking jerk!"

[identity profile] hector-aframian.livejournal.com 2008-06-19 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Dean pauses, arrested mid-swing.

"... no shit you did! Dude. What'd you do with it?"

[identity profile] hector-aframian.livejournal.com 2008-06-19 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Damn well better not be," Dean mutters, glaring for a moment.

"I meant Jess."