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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?

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"Sammy, stop it." Dean's voice is low and rough. "This isn't funny."

"No. It isn't."

Sam lets the stake drop.

"Dean, you're my brother, and my best friend, and I love you. But if you make me choose between you and Jessica, I guarantee you won't like my choice."

The silence after that stretches out for a very long time.

"...you don't mean that, Sammy."

"Yeah, Dean. I do."

"Goddamnit, Sam..."

Dean's fists open and close. Then he shoves his car keys back in his pocket with enough force to split the lining of his jacket.

"A'ight. I'm gonna need your laptop. And the location'a the nearest occult library. I'm sure y'found something while you were drivin' around in my car."

"Got a case?"

IS IT CAN BE CHANGE OF SUBJECT TIEM NAO?!

"Yeah," Dean growls, shouldering past Sam with a grim, determined set to his back.

"Succubi."

And then he's walking away.

Sam follows.

And, uh. Lets Dean open the door.

"Seriously? Where? Laptop's in the kitchen. How'd you find out about it?"

Dean gives him an 'are-you-crazy?' look.

"I don't know for sure," he snaps. "But it sure as fuck looks like it. I need t'check up on the lore."

"Well, there's no Internet in this world, if that's what you want the laptop for," Sam says. "AOL doesn't stand for Apocalypse Online, dude."

"I knew that," Dean says, in the kind of voice that indicates he absolutely didn't. "You mean you don't have the entire damn internet saved on that thing? What good is it?"

This, from the boy who thought Myspace was a porno site.

Which, okay, isn't that far from the truth really, but never mind.

"I have some stuff saved," Sam says. "Don't know if any of it will be useful."

Pause.

"You weren't planning on going without me, I hope."

"I'll tell you when I know what I'm hunting," Dean returns briefly, sitting in front of the laptop. "Now buzz off. I'm busy."

"Yeah, okay."

Sam pauses and rests his hand affectionately on Dean's shoulder.

"I'll write down the directions to that library for you."

"Yeah," Dean says, with less affection than usual. "You do that."

Goddamnit, Sammy. He is not letting this happen to you.

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