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Current Location: Lawrence, Kansas

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Things Dianne has learned in the past month or so:

1) Do not wander out alone and get kidnapped by seven midgets.

2) Do not insult midgets when they attempt to make you keep house for them. At least, not without weapons to back yourself up properly.

3) Or family members.

4) Don't let them caste a spell on your or whatever that makes you fall asleep for a long time, even if it means tearing out every single one of their goddamn beards.

5) Shooting glass coffins from the inside is slightly painful because HUNDREDS OF GLASS PIECES, even if it is effective.

So, one Dianne Winchester staggering through the streets of Lawrence towards the usual Winchester Center, pissed and bleeding.

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The bottom might've just dropped out of her world, but her expression doesn't flicker.

Just.

"When'd they go?"

"By the time I woke up. Before dawn."

Shit.

"Everyone?"

"Sam and Mary I know - I think Dean, Jo and Rachel are still here, but."

But she's been avoiding them for the time being.

There's a moment where she just processes the information.

"Who're you?"

'Jessica', she thinks, but no sense giving her unnecessary information like that if she's not.

"Sam's Jess."

"Winchester now," she says, because there's nothing else, really.

She lets out a breath.

jessica moore died in a fire

"Yes."

She nods.

"You see anything? Hear anything? Where were they last?"

"I woke up, and the bed was empty and so was the house."

"No creepy feelings up your spine, smell of sulfur, anything?"

"I feel like that all the time."

....

......The fuck?

"I was attacked by a demon in my old world. I was thrown across the room and stapled to the ceiling and set on fire and the only reason I'm not dead is because I came here.

Post-tramatic stress has made me a little...jumpy."

"Yeah," she says, eventually.

"Sam mentioned something about that."

She would be more comforting, but, y'know, she's kinda not at her best here.

"So, I can't, um. Pick things up that are actually happening."

She's not really listening, now.

She's kind of idly staring at some of the blood on her arm she's been ignoring up until now.

After which, she proceeds to productively kick the shit out of the front door.

"Nice meeting you," Jess says, turning on her heel to continue looking.

Damn it.

"Wait."

There's more to follow, just... give her a second.

She pauses, glances back. She's a tall girl, just over six feet in those walking boots, and with her hair in two practical braids, she gives off the distinct sense of Viking.

She also gives off the sense of being really, really fucking worried.

"I got stuff in the van. Books. Sammy's," deep breath, "better at the research stuff, but it's as good a place to start as any."

A quick smile.

"I was a college girl."

She's good at research.

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