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The streets of Lawrence, Kansas were dark until about thirty seconds ago.

Then there was light - not your usual 'Somebody just shattered' light, because there aren't new arrivals, really. More along the lines of a 'Somebody just defeated a serious badass and won their way home' kind of light, which is....fitting, really, since that's what just happened.

Faith Lehane, Sam Winchester, and Mary Winchester are now standing in the street in front of the Winchesters' home. All three of them are looking a little beat up around the edges, but Faith has clearly gotten the worst of it; she's bleeding from the mouth, bruised on every visible inch of skin, and cradling her ribs in a manner which probably means they're broken. They all look dazed, tired, and in serious need of a hot bath.

But they're smiling, because they just defeated a serious badass and won their way home.

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There was light on the streets of Lawrence before, actually; Dianne'd dragged a broken, leg-less table outside and set up flashlights for researching by.

(Who needs sleep, seriously?)

The light catches her attention straight-off, and she runs for it.

Faith is trying to fuss over Sam and Mary.

They are both trying to fuss over her.

Somebody ought to come and fuss over all three of them.

She calls out the first name she sees: "Sammy!"

And then: "Mom! Faith!"

They don't mind getting barrel-hugged, right?

Cause they are.

Faith grunts slightly as her ribs protest, but returns the hug anyway. "Hey."

"Dianne, honey, Faith's ribs are broken, don't do that," Sam says gently, peeling her off of the Slayer and sharing her hug with his mother.

Faith looks sad. She liked the hugging.

Jess is not shy, Jess is not insecure, Jess is a confident, comfortable-in-her-own-skin young woman whose reaction to being hit on by her boyfriend's brother after he broke in and she was wearing underwear and a t-shirt was to raise her eyebrow.

Jess is also hanging by the porch as if she isn't entirely sure what is going on.

The lack of sleep may have something to do with it.

(Gang's all here, then.)

"Fuck," she says.

Dianne? Can totally be cool with that. She'll just subsitute a kiss for Faith and massive hugging for Sammy and Mom.

And then: "Where the hell have you been?"

Faith is down with kissing Dianne.

And oh look, Sam is down with leaving Dianne to hug and kiss his wife.

That leaves Mary to say, dryly, "Details are vague. But Faith nearly died getting us out."

And now, Faith for the blush.

Oh, yeah. Sam's getting kissed.

Is he ever getting kissed.

(in-laws be damned)

WHICH WOULD BE WHY FAITH TOTALLY DESERVES THAT KISS, OKAY.

It takes her a moment for things to sink in.

Like, kissing Faith in front of her mother 'sink in'.

And then there is brisk: "How long's it been?"

Faith, Sam and Mary exchange looks, and then shrug.

"Time kinda...loses meaning...er.....hey, Jess, you were a nursing student, make Sam and Mary get fussed over," Faith says.

"Says the chick with the -broken ribs.-"

"Slayer. And I didn't almost die!"

"That worm thing swallowed you whole."

"And I cut my way out of it. Very effective. I was fine."

Long.

Pause.

"All of you, inside. Now."

Slight grin.

She kinda sees why Sammy married her.

"Yeah, do as the lady says."

Faith sighs and gives her car a woeful look. "..........I'm fine, really," she tries, hopefully.

Sam and Mary glower at her.

"....but I could use a shower," she admits, and follows them all in.

"Showers are a dream, but there's a bucket," Jess points out once she's hearded them into the kitchen.

Being rather uncertain of what all they've got stashed in the house in the way of medical supplies, Dianne offers, "I got a kit in the Impala."

Not that she really wants to leave.

But.

"Save it for these two," Faith says. "I'll be fine."

"Faith......"

"Sam. Kid. You're sweet and I appreciate the concern. But I have broken my arm and been fine in two days, on more than one occasion. Seriously, chill."

"........yeah, okay."

Jess assesses her.

"It healed straight? And you're not just bullshitting?"

Her tone isn't that she isn't believing her so much as she is clarifying, and being blunt about it.

"Still gonna hurt like hell," Dianne points out, usefully.

She knows from experience!

Home contains a Dean.

He is leaning on the doorframe, arms folded, and looking Distinctly Unimpressed with all of them.

(and totally not relieved to see Sam home and safe-ish. no way.)

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