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Dianne's not in The House right now.

Or any other house, for that matter.

She's been sitting in the Impala for the past few hours, alternately blasting out some of her rock tapes and sitting in silence.

And that's about it.

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It's the dulcet tones of Megadeth that attract Jack's attention while he's tending to his black, pirate-themed pick up truck. He glances up, at first expecting Dean, then smiles when he sees a woman.

Shortly after, a rare bottle of whiskey is proffered through the window of the Impala.

She blinks.

The whiskey is accepted regardless of donor, because it's whiskey. Still, it's kinda nice to know you're not accepting poisoned whiskey from your worst enemy or something.

"Who're you?"

"Jack Hollins," Jack says cheerfully, leaning on the top of the car to grin through the window. "Just passing through, I am."

"Dianne Winchester."

After drinking directly from the bottle. THERE IS NO CUP.

"I wouldn't stick around for long, if I were you. Place isn't exactly Disney Land."

"To the West, by the sea?"

Jack puts his hand through the window, towards the bottle.

"Swarming with blue imps. Less fun than you'd think."

She relinquishes it with some regret.

"Figures. They tear up the 'It's a Small World' ride yet?"

Jack grimaces.

"Alas that ride won't cease."

"Figures."

Maybe, when she finds Sammy and Faith and Mom, they can take a field trip.

The grin goes from Jack's face. He takes a gulp from the bottle and hands it back.

"Would follow your own advice."

Whiskey/Dianne = OTP right now, man.

"Yeah? And what was that?"

"Not stick around along," Jack says.

"Wind in your sails, as they'd say."

"I'm thinkin' about it."

"Oh aye?" says Jack, with a grin. "Where goest you?"

Another swig of whiskey.

"Got some business with some midgets. After that, I don't know."

"Oh aye?"

This time Jack sounds more upbeat. "Get yerself some action."

"Yeah."

"Got family to find, though."

"If they can be found."

Jack half mutters it, turning his head away as if sad he had to say it.

He can't Read them, and this is strange

"They can be found."

Dianne is nothing if not ~~pigheaded~~ determined.

"Very well."

Jack doesn't think she knows that for certain, but he does a good show of acting like it. "How shall you find them?"

Shrug, and a slight, humorless smile.

"Don't know that yet."

Jack doesn't return the smile straight away, but it comes suddenly after a second.

"Adventure in the discovery."

"Yeah, I think I'd be happy with just the discovery."

It took about five seconds of walking for Rachel to realize that there was no reason to dawdle anymore. She had somewhere to be and she wanted to be there fast, be there now.

But she also wanted to be a little better prepared.

She's fairly certain Jo won't be around. After all, they'd parted in Smallville for that very reason, right? So that she could go on with her boytoys and Rachel could head off by herself.

This explanation, however, does not explain why what is so obviously Dean's Impala is still in Lawrence. Passing it in flip-flops and her morphing suit, a bag slung over one shoulder, Rachel frowns at the car and slows when she catches sight of the person inside it.

That's... not Dean.

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No.

It isn't.

And that girl's not anyone Dianne knows, but she's not so much for starting the introductions right now.

Which is not to say she isn't getting Eyed.

Dianne is getting eyed right back. Rachel doesn't have any affection for Dean but she noticed how he freaked out about anything concerning his car.

She meets Dianne's gaze and arches a brow. No way did Dean drive off in Jack's truck after the hissy fit he threw.

...right?

Right.

"You just gonna stand there gawking?"

"I was thinking about it."

No one ever said Rachel wasn't honest.

She's still frowning, eyeing Dianne a bit, and nods to the car, circling it so she can at least look at the woman straight on rather than through the front windshield. "That's Dean Winchester's car."

Yeah.

That can kill a mood.

"No," she says, tightly.

"It isn't."

Eyebrow arch.

...oh, wait.

"You're the girl one?"

"I'm Dianne," she asys, enunciating carefully so there's no way in hell Rachel can miss it, cause seriously?

Now's not the time.

"Who're you?"

"Rachel."

More information wut?

"So this's your car?"

"Yeah."

"Huh."

Rachel frowns, curious, and shrugs. "Nice to meet you." Manners are secondary and she has a lot on her mind at the moment.

First and foremost: Get to Jo's house, avoid Ai-Ling if possible, get some clothes. She can make friends some other time.

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