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Over in the training field, there's important experimentation going on. An old archery target has been set up, and some paces away is a long white and red stick on top of a tripod.

From the top of this stick,a couple of wires loop out and attach to a roughly made glove on the left hand of a blonde woman with a blindfold loosely tied around her eyes as she lines up a homemade bow towards the target and shoots.

In succession, she shoots three arrows near and around the bullseye, approaches with confidence, checks the location, and returns.

It all takes a lot of concentration. Distractions might put her off her stroke.

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It would probably be a bad idea to distract someone with a bow and arrow.

All the same, Sam's been looking for her since he got back to the farm, coming out onto the training field when he recognizes her stick more than Leah. There are a lot of blondes around, after all, but not all of them carry red and white sticks and have wires coming off their gloves.

But he'll definitely be waiting until she puts the bow down to call out.

The bow down, Leah was pulling wires out of her glove whenshe hears him call, and lifts her head towards the noise.

"Sam? Hi!"

Grinning when she recognizes him, Sam approaches once the bow goes down. "Hey, sorry I took so long. How're you doing?"

Leah shrugs as she tucks some loos wires away and picks her sitck up, flicking a switch to retract the tripod legs.

"Eh. It's better than being on me own, but I'm ready to get out of here.

"You find Dean OK?"

Sam laughs a little at her response. "Yeah, didn't take too long at all. He came back up here with me and a couple friends. I guess he's got some kind of job, but it's looking like it'll be all research and no action."

"And here you sound disappointed," she counters, slipping her retracted caneback onto her belt. "Didn't get enough action in Europe?"

"Actually?" Sam looks a little surprised at his response, too, grin self-deprecating. "I'm kind of relieved. There's been way too much action the last few months, it'll be kinda nice to be Research Man again."

Even if Dean makes fun of him the whole time.

"Research can be fun," Leah concedes. "Probably right back to using books in this world though, huh?"

She misses the internet. The internet could be screen read.

Sam nods and, despite the tone in her question, is grinning at her. "Yeah, as soon as I could read the language without you making fun of me. Speaking of which, Oracle asked me to pick up a few books for her. Found some you might be interested in."

About to muse out loud about how simple it would be to set up a scan reader so Leah can translate, she's now distracted.

And a little pleased.

"Really? For me?"

"Yeah, there was a braille section in one of the libraries."

Smug Sam is smug.

...or will be, when he's sure he did a good thing for her.

"Sam,"

Leah's grin answers that doubt, and she reaches out a hand towards him, looking for contact. "You're really spoiling me."

Grinning, Sam holds out his arm for her to take. "Well, you let me fight zombies and catch a ride home with you. I think I owed you, really."

Leah grins quickly, squeezing his arm happily.

"And here was me,about to make you pay me back by helping me move."

"I'm going to assume you meant walking," Sam replies, arching a brow as he starts to lead her toward the car. "Because I think you need to have stuff to actually qualify a 'move.' And a place you want to stay permanently."

Leah bites her lip, and grins through it, feeling a little guilty.

"Actually, O's set me up with a flat in the city. I just want someone who's not in her operation to check it out.

"Smart move."

Dean wanders over, wiping grease off his hands with a filthy rag. "You gotta be Leah, right?"

"That's me," Leah says brightly, lifting a hand to show the palm in the direction of the new voice. "Guess the blindfold's a rubbish disguise, huh?"

Sam blinks and then grins, flattered that she trusts him.

Also, grinning when his brother appears. "Leah, this's my brother, Dean," he says - and quickly puts a hand lightly on Leah's wrist to guide her hand back down. "And he's working on his car, so don't touch his hands."

Dean grins his most winning grin.

It is a bit of a lost cause, but that's Dean for you.

"Pleasure to meet you. Sam hasn't told me nearly enough about you."

Leah's surprised enough Sam's told him enough so that Dean knows her name. But then, if he feltthe need to come back to the farm for her, she guesses there must've been explanations.

"Can't say the same about you. This wouldn't be the car, would it?"

Sam is arching a brow at his brother because unless he wants the winning grin to work on Sam, he's wasting his time. The flirting just makes him roll his eyes.

Leah's response? Well...

Sam wouldn't laugh at his brother. That would be rude.

Dean shoots him a death glare. A Vry Srs one. He's totally not kind of amused either.

"That'd be her, yeah. Sam's talked about her?"

Oh right, boys. Like facial expressions don't influence tone of voice at all.

She gives a wide smile.

"Only in passing. Y'know, that you called her 'she'. That kinda thing."

Sam doesn't know that. Because Sam can be kind of innocently foolish about these things.

Also, busy laughing at his brother.