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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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"It works," Dean says, misunderstanding. He passes the book over grimly. "It worked. Got m'brother back."

Sokka shakes his head and takes the book, setting it in his lap - but the last sentence gets him to look up, jaw set, and nodding grimly.

He could have guessed that, from the way Dean had talked about the consequences.

"No, I mean... my sister just lost her husband, and my girlfriend, she's got no one but us. And..." He sighs and sets the book in the back with the other ones Dean had picked out, avoiding the older man's eyes. "And my sister - the... the ghost - she asked me not to do this. She didn't want me to.

"I can't die or she'll fuck it up trying to get me back, too."

"Yeah ... Sam wasn't real pleased either," Dean admits, arms folded and eyes on the ground.

"But he was alive."

"If I can get her that way, I want her to stay that way," Sokka replies, eyes on the books.

The hellhound snarls back at him.

"I just... if I give her an excuse to argue it, she'll sell herself right back for me and then I won't have any way to get her back. But if I find the right way, if I find something she can live with, then she won't fight it. She'll let it go and just... live."

Dean is quiet for a while, flicking through a book, the only sound the rustling of paper.

"Trickster gods," he suggests. "Power've life and death. Be careful if y'messing with gods, though."

It doesn't tend to end well.

Sokka nods, sitting up a little to try and see what Dean's looking at in the book. "Okay... do they ever want anything but your life?"

"Tricksters? They don't want anything at all." Dean's expression is dark. "Except to fuck with people."

Sokka makes a face, thoughtful and reaching back in the car for one of the books Dean had decided was useful. "So there's nothing I can do to insure that they won't just take it all back if they think that'd be funnier. Fuck."

"Sorry, man."

"Worth lookin' around, though. There's things on this world I've never heard of."

"No, it's good." Sokka looks up with a slight smile, sincere. "Seriously, I'm about a mile closer than I was five minutes ago. Thanks a lot, man."

Dean doesn't smile in return.

"... don't," he says, shaking his head. "Don't thank me. Trust me, I'm sure as hell not doin' you a favour by tellin' you this shit."

It's just that --

-- he gets it.

Sokka lets out a breath that could have been a laugh, if it was even slightly amused. It's not.

"If you'd seen what I'd... what'd happened to her, in the last world... yeah, yeah, you're doing me a favor. Don't feel guilty about that."

He needs to set it all right, that's all.

Dean shakes his head, doesn't argue. No point.

He'll find out.

Dean doesn't really want to be here, either.

"Yeah. Uh -- cells don't work in this world, but if y'need ... I'm headin' east, I think. ... good luck."

Sokka blinks, surprised - but smiles.

"...thanks. I'm always here, just... let me know, f'you need back-up or anything."

The way he says it, he'd be there in a heartbeat if asked, but would just as soon send someone he thought was more qualified.

"Sure, yeah, I will," Dean says, polite.

That's enough goodbyes, right? This whole situation isn't one Dean wants to be in any longer than possible. He's heading back to the Impala now.

Sokka watches him go for a moment before picking up another one of the books, rubbing idly at his hair. It's getting long, needs a cut, he'll have to ask Steph later.

After another glance at the hellhound book, he tosses them all to the back of the car.

He needs Steph-time now.

Edited 2008-08-13 16:17 (UTC)

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