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[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

This time when the black Impala tears down the road and into the driveway of the Cooper farm, it only has the one occupant, and he is a very pissed-off looking occupant.

Jo's freaking psychotic friends and their stupid freaking ideas, and Sam and his goddamn family, and goddamn Lawrence and freaking alterna-Dean -- he's had enough.

Dean's looking for something to hunt. And he's heard Oracle's got the best information around.

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[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Luckily for Dean one redheaded all-knowing super hero is rolling across the driveway as he drives up. Hopefully he keeps his brakes in good condition.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. Everything on the Imp is in good condition.

... that doesn't mean he recognises the redhead in the wheelchair, even after he's missed her by a handful of hairs, screeched to a park and flung himself out of the car.

"Hey." Angry, hurried Dean is angry and in a hurry. "Can you tell me where Oracle is?"

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Barbara twitches an eyebrow upward in amused disapproval, "Maybe. Who's asking and are they going to apologize for nearly running over the cripple?"

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean pauses, makes himself take a breath.

"Yeah. A'ight, sorry. You okay? I'm Dean."

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"I'm in a wheelchair," Barbara says archly. Then she snorts, "But that's normal these days. I'm fine."

She waits a second or two before adding, "And I'm Oracle."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

... figures.

Dean laughs, without much humour.

"Good t'meet you, then. I heard you know where hunters need to be."

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Depends... I do know a lot of things. What're you hunting?" She gets the feeling it's not food.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Whatever needs killing," Dean says bluntly.

"Best at supernatural stuff. Demons, spirits, shit like that. Can do anything else you want."

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Supernatural stuff, huh? I think I can dig something up for you." She jerks her head toward where the Aerie One is parked, "Come on, let me run some searches."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"This your plane?" Dean looks up at it.

"... uh, we're not goin' anywhere in it, right?"

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Babs twitches an eyebrow and just smirks. "Do I look like a pilot to you?"

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean lifts one eyebrow.

"Lady, no offence, but you're runnin' the world's satellite networks from a freakin' farm in Kansas. I'm damn sure you can pilot a plane."

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Well," she admits with a grin, "I probably could. But Zinda'd kill me for touching her baby."

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

There is a young man outside that Dean may recognize - after he's finished covering his car with dust. Sokka peeks out from inside his jeep, the passenger side of which is loaded down with books, and blinks.

"Uh... hey."

After everything, he hadn't expected to see Dean again alone.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Hey."

Dean has time for people with -- well, with 'Sibling Problems.'

"Sokka, right? How you doin'?"

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

"Okay." Sokka frowns, concerned, and peeks at the Impala while he sets his book aside.

A book on, it seems, occult legends and ghost stories.

"You all right? I thought you went back to Lawrence?"

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean shrugs, lips twisting slightly.

"They don't need me, and I got better places t'be."

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

It isn't Sokka's place to ask or question and, normally, that would be enough for him to drop the topic.

But a hand clenches on one of the books and his eyes dart, for a moment, toward the kitchen of the farmhouse before he looks at Dean again.

"Yeah, but your..."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"He's fine," Dean says sharply, bitter and angry and -- guilty, too.

(can't stay there any more, he can't, he can't handle Sam being so happy and normal and peaceful and wrong, can't deal with exploding trees and knows the others will look after him and -- sure, maybe he's running away, but fuck, it's not his fault and god damn he needs a drink. Or twenty.)

"He's fine. What're you readin'?"

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Guilt.

Sokka hands the book over immediately, putting the topic of Dean's brother far behind them. He knows too well that guilt over a sibling means nothing anyone else says could make you hurt worse.

"Just... a project. Research. Uhm... it's not as crazy as it looks, I swear.




"Well, maybe."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean leans over to look at the books, immensely grateful to whatever made Sokka drop that topic.

"Ghosts?"

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

Sokka squirms for a moment, making a slight face at the steering wheel before giving Dean a hopeful sort of smirk.

"...have you been in the kitchen?"

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Nah, it's way too Stepford in there. Why?"

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

"There's a, uh... there's a ghost in it." Sokka shrugs, smile a little hopeless. "Seriously. She can't touch anything, you can barely hear her or see her, but she's there."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Oh, is that all?"

Ghosts he can deal with. He straightens up.

"She bugging people? I can get rid of it."