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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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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.

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"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.

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

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.