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Dean is also in Metropolis, in a much better mood. He and Sammy have staked an apartment close to the outskirts (but not too far from the city) and he's currently raiding every house in that street for knives, booze or weaponry. Most of the gun shops have been looted by now, but he's sure that there'll still be weapons in people's houses - pistols, rifles, silver knives, dried-up garlic, whatever, he's good.

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Dean leans back slightly with a sigh.

"Thank God for that. Seriously, you, with the cheerful and the muffins? Creepy, dude."

"Nothing wrong with a little friendliness. The circumstances aren't the best for it, but really, when are they ever?"

"There's plenty wrong with it when it's creepy as fuck," Dean points out, leaning against the doorframe. "... they good muffins?"

"Yes."

The grin comes back.

"Why? Would you like one? Or would that be creepy?"

"I'm debatin' it." Dean grins back, for the first time. "They smell good, but ... there's the creepy."

"Tell you what," she says, offering a hand. "Let's introduce ourselves; then at least you won't be getting offered baked goods by a complete stranger. My name's Darla Wood. You?"

"Dean. Dean Winchester." He shakes her hand, and glances back at the street. It looks safe! There is no reason not to accept baked goods!

... especially pie. But muffins will do!

"So tell me, what's with the plants?"

"Good to meet you, Dean. Oh-- I just like them, that's all. And it's something to do with my time when I'm not baking creepy muffins."

She very carefully answers the why instead of the how.

"Uh-huh. You spend this much time gardening? Hauling water for all of them?"

Nonanswers make Dean suspicious again.

"Must be bored."

"As hobbies go, it's not as glamorous as killing gods, but it suits me just fine."

"That only happened the once," Dean protests, "and they were trying t'kill us at the time." He runs his tongue over his teeth unconsciously.

"Well that's all right, then."

Congratulations, Dean: your god-murdering habits have been deemed acceptable.

"Who's us?"

"M'brother. Sammy." Dean shrugs. "Don't always work alone."

Darla nods.

"The muffins are probably cool by now. Still want one?"

"Mmmm..... nah, I'll pass. But hey, thanks."

"You're very welcome."

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