[ShatterTimed back a bit.]

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Sometime before Dean, Jo and Jack left the farm, he spent a lot of time working on the Impala. Baby didn't like the rough country roads, could use some tuning.

Anyone can catch him there, sprawled under the car in the front yard with his feet sticking out and a handful of tools scattered within reach.

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[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"And who're you gonna tell them to?"

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

"You, if you ask. My fiancé-- he can't help knowing what I know; we're connected. No one else."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Hm."

Dean leans back against the car and folds his arms, regarding her distrustfully.

(She reminds him of the trickster.)

(That's not good.)

"Guess I can't ask f'fairer."

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

Dean's a little hard to pick up on. Perhaps her nature is being generous. Nevertheless, she adds: "I'm not powerful-- not anymore. I used to be abstract, and partly a city. Coming here broke the connection, and made me concrete. Human."

(Something tells her he'll find that last part reassuring, if he believes it.)

(Something else-- and this something is pure human deduction from his stance and what he's said so far-- tells her that giving the declaration some rainbows would be a poor idea.)

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean is more interested in a particular set of words.

"...broke the connection? Like, how? Could people from that world find you on this one, recognise you?"

Are the hellhounds still after him?

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," she says-- answering the question he didn't ask instead of the question he did, as is her habit.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's helpful."

Grumpy Dean is grumpy.

[lytii-intuition.livejournal.com]

"My name is Intuition, not Omniscience."

The joke is old, but at least he's never heard it before.