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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?
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?
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She still leans over to kiss him, though.
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She stares.
It's a little accusing.
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(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?"
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And smiles even more, though it's hard to believe that's possible.
"Mom," he says, and gets out of the car. "Mom, come meet Jessica."
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Looks at the blonde girl in the passenger seat.
And smiles, slowly. "Well. Now I know why you haven't been home."
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A damn bright smile.
"Hi! Um, Sam's mom. Mary."
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"I'm sorry if I scared you, but we needed some time....."
He tries to look contrite, but he can't manage anything but 'YAY JESS,' right now.
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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.
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Sam thinks he is better off not knowing.
At any rate, he's wandered out of the house to bask in the sunlight, and flops down on a porch chair without really seeing Diane, propping his feet up on the railing and slouching delightedly, enjoying this as-yet-unheard of feeling of utter domestic bliss.
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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.
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"....Jess showed up. My girlfriend from....from before. I was with her, explaining things...she came from the fire and stuff, she was in shock, I couldn't bring her here."
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Looooong silence.
"What?"
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Sam sighs, running his fingers through his hair. "Jess was my girlfriend, at Stanford. She....she died."
Beat.
"The same way Mom did."
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Which is betrayed by the moment, she shouts to the one person standing outside.
"Hey! Sam! Does Mary have Olive Oil in the house?"
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"Uh, I don't know! Come over here, for a second, Jo, I want you to meet somebody!"
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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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Sam holds the door open for his wife - he loves calling her that - and gives her his hand, helping her out of the Impala.
"Jessica Winchester, Jo Harvelle. Jo, Jess."
WIFE. EEEEEEE. WIFE. EEEEEE. WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE.
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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.
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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!"
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Sam grabs his brother by the shoulders before Dean can take a swing at him.
"Dean, dude, I'm sorry, man, but Jess showed up here, and we had a lot of talking to do."
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"... no shit you did! Dude. What'd you do with it?"
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Sam points, assuming (probably wrongly) that the Impala is the 'it' Dean's asking after.
"Not a scratch, man, I promise."
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"I meant Jess."
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