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Metropolis stinks.

Rachel's a bitch.

Jo's still doing her own thing. Jo's always doing her own thing. Dean shouldn't mind that so much.

He misses Sam.

However, there's always good food on the Cooper farm. So guess where Dean and the Impala are headed?

Wouldn't hurt to check up on that kid with the interest in demons, either.

(He left a message with the usual hunter's channels -- still in existence, even here where they don't use the term 'hunters' -- for Jo. Figures she'll tell Rach, the two of them so freakin' buddy-buddy.)

So -- eventually, somewhere between Metropolis and the Cooper farm's entrance gate -- there's a 67 Impala growling its way along the dirty roads, belting out Metallica.

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Sokka... disapproves. But like hell is he going to say it aloud.

Besides, if it had been an option at the apartments, he can't honestly say it wouldn't have occurred to him to run, too.

"...you were working on your car, weren't you? What do you know about motorcycles? I can't find this damn sound it keeps making."

Dean will go back.

Some time.

Maybe.

In the meantime he's incredibly grateful for Sokka's silence. "I know a bit. Here, lemme have a look?"

"Yeah." He moves aside, scoots back.

...gives the man a glance and a very small smirk. "Don't break it. My girlfriend'll kill me."

"It's your girlfriend's?" Dean eyes the bike. "Sweet. I like her already for not havin' a pink atrocity. Yeah, promise I won't break it."

Much.

"If she was going to paint it, it'd be eggplant," Sokka replies, rolling his eyes. He's back to grinning, though, mood improved for the new topic.

"Eggplant?" Dean eyes him doubtfully. "What the hell kinda colour is that for a bike?"

He frowns at the engine, reaching right in to try to dislodge a small rock.

"It's a color she'd put on everything if she c- hey, man, watch the swingarm!"

"It's watched, it's watched."

And dislodged, a little. Dean looks shifty as he tugs it back into place. NOTHING HAPPENED.

Sokka is frowning at his shifty - and reaching back to put it more firmly back into place.

"Okay, you stick to ghosts."

Dean smirks a little sheepishly. "Ghosts and my Imp. Deal."

"Promise I won't touch your car," Sokka agrees, grinning a little back. He isn't upset - he'd just rather his girlfriend not die when she rides her bike.

Dean looks at the bike thoughtfully. "I might letcha. You seem t'know what you're doing." Grin. "I'll just hover over like an overprotective Daddy."

Sokka grins and picks up another tool, leaning in to poke carefully. "I'm okay with that. No idea what would go so wrong with her that you'd need me, though.

"I've worked on some pretty big stuff but I kinda like cars and bikes more."

"Sensible guy," Dean approves, grinning, sitting back to watch Sokka work with interest. "Big stuff is all well'n'good, but can y'drive it?"

Sokka laughs and continues working without ever looking up from it. "Yeah, of course, how d'you fix something if you don't know how to drive it first? Steph keeps telling me there's nothing wrong with this," he taps the seat with a wrench, "but I know it's not supposed to make that cracking noise when she revs it up."

"Why's she think it's fine then?" Dean shakes his head. "Girls are kinda crazy. Wait ... your girlfriend's Steph?"

He hasn't met her, but he's heard her.

"Well, because it feels like it's running fine while she's on it," Sokka explains, rolling his eyes. "She's not really mad at me for working on it, she just likes giving me a hard time."

As for the rest of it, Dean certainly has Sokka's attention again, looking at the older man with wide eyes. "Yeah. You know her?"

"She had a ... run-in ... with Rach while we were travellin' t'gether. Somethin' about killing zombies."

Sokka frowns.

And blinks.

"Oh."

And winces, a little bit.

"Yeeeeah, I heard about that. Um... you still think she'll want to come help?"

Dean wrinkles his nose.

"... how close are you'n'her? I mean, if she stays right the hell outta the way, Rach ... might be convinced?"

"How close are me and Steph?"

Sokka stares for a few seconds before wincing again.

"Well, maybe I can try to talk to her first. So long as Rachel doesn't try to kill anybody else and I can keep them from talking to each other..."

Dean winces with him.

"Damn it, girls."

And then frowns.

"Rach isn't crazy. She just doesn't hesitate if she knows what needs doing. She's not gonna kill anyone."

Sokka frowns and rubs at the back of his neck with one hand, poking at the dirt with the other.

"...for what it's worth, I don't have a problem with having her help out," he says after a moment. "I'll talk to Steph, but I don't know how much she'll want to talk back. She's kinda... touchy on that."

Dean smirks, faintly wry. "I'll tell Rach what's up, but if she doesn't come, she doesn't come."

Nodding, Sokka's smile is a little strained. "Yea, I... that don't-kill thing, it runs really deep with Steph."