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It took Sam about half an hour after he'd left the farm to realize he'd probably overreacted. And in the true fashion of ~~Winchesters~~ men everywhere, he decided the best course of action would be to wait until his brother forgot about it before going back.

He'd driven in a random direction before realizing there was nowhere to go. Maybe you're catching him on a pitstop out of Smallville, in some small town where it may or may not have been wise to stop. Or maybe you waited long enough to find him in Metropolis again, raiding book stores.

Eventually, he's got to find something useful. Right?

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Surprisingly, he does know that face. Even if it takes a second to recognize, then another to realize she isn't an enemy.

"Oh, hey." Sam finishes filling the Porsche with one of the gas containers and sets it aside, waving at the girl. "You're, uh... sorry, I never got your name."

She sticks her hands in her coat pockets, and looks down at her feet - well, she's out of costume, she's always been out of costume, and it's not like it matters here.

"Jubilation."

Stupid name.

Sam is not going to point that out. He isn't Dean.

Just ignore the surprised quirk of eyebrows. At least for as long as it takes him to stop making the expression anyway.

"I'm Sam. It's... nice to meet you."

When she's not possessed and he's not passed out.

"Yeah," Jubes agrees, because it is. "Thanks for what you did, by the way."

His lips twitch into a smile, automatic in response to gratitude. And after the full weight of it reaches him, it's a wider smile.

It's the first time someone has thanked him.

"Sure. Just glad you're okay." Sam blinks and looks around the mostly abandoned road for a moment. "You are, right? What're you doing out here?"

"Cake," she says simply, and with the wide-eyed greed of a fourteen year old girl. "There's a store down the road that does the best cake in the State."

Her pockets turn out to be very deep indeed, because she abruptly pulls out a chocolate cupcake in a bent box. "Wanna try?"

Apparently enormous pockets, too. Sam looks a little surprised about this, then amused as he shakes his head. "No, that's okay. But thanks.

"So you're all right? No more crazy body hijackings?"

"Nope," Jubes answers cheerfully. Only the cheer doesn't last very long, as she starts to say something and decides not to.

"Just me, in my body. Getting used to it again."

Because that's not suspicious at all.

Sam nods after a minute and then leans back against the Porsche. "Do you mind talking about it? I still don't really know what happened. I've never come up against something like that before."

She gives him a look that, when she grows up, will be appraising. On a girl her age it looks more like she's deciding if he's a stranger she shouldn't accept candy from.

"I thought you did stuff like that all the time?"

"Not like that," Sam replies with a shake of his head. There's enough distance between him that he doesn't worry much about the look on her face.

"Supernatural, sure, and possession, yeah. But whatever that thing was that was possessing you wasn't a demon." He shrugs and looks at her, thoughtful and understanding. "It didn't work the way we're used to. Could happen to someone else."

"It was a ghost," Jubes fills in. "I saw the body, that's when it decided to move into mine.

"You don't know how to stop ghosts possessing people?"

Fail.

Sam shrugs, a little helplessly. "That's the thing. Ghosts don't possess people. Not that I've ever heard of anyway.

"So you just saw its body and it possessed you, just shoved you right out?

"Yeah."

Jubes' shrug is a little awkward; sheepish.

"He whined at me about how awful it was to be dead, I todl him to get over it, then he forced himself into me."

Which sounds kind of bad, doesn't it?

In that 'really very bad' sort of way, yes. Also in a way that has Sam frowning and considering a parallel to possession he'd never thought of before.

And doesn't like much.

"...wait, so he talked to you before he possessed you?"

On the positive front, Jubes doesn't seem all that shamed, just really embarrassed.

Because she hasn't thought of it that way yet.

"Yeah, for a bit."

There is a long silence as Sam tries to figure out how best to ask,

"How?"

Let's try that again.

"I mean..." He shakes his head, frowning at her a little. "He was a ghost first, just hanging out by what was left of his body? And he talked to you and then just... jumped in?"

"Yeah," she admits, feeling significantly smaller than she did five minutes ago. "I was only trying to help him."

Earlier look or not, that voice has Sam moving a little closer to her. "Hey," he says quietly, "none of this was your fault. You couldn't have known what would happen."

"I guess," Jubes admits, scuffing her boots on the road. Before it can get into a 'pity Jubes' angstfest, she looks up.

"So you don't know anything about side effects?"

From the way Sam blinks at her, it's obvious that he wasn't expecting a question like that.

"Side effects? Like what?"

"I mean, like..." Jubes falters.

"Alright, you have to promise not to tell anyone. 'Specially not my brother."

...Jubilee is the master of unintentional gut-punches.

Sam hesitates, frowns, but nods all the same. "I promise."

Swallowing hard, Jubes steals herself, then puts her fist through the window of Sam's Porsche.

Literally through. And there it is, Jubilation outside the car, her hand, wrist and half her forearm in, and the glass between completely intact.

Well, then.

It takes Sam a few moments to stop staring, jaw dropped and eyebrows lifted high. And then it's really just to move that look to Jubilation, too surprised to realize he might be insulting her.

"And that... started after we got you back?"