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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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"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?"

Well really, Jubes is too freaked out about it to be insulted by other people being freaked out.

"Yep. I couldn't do that before."

She pulls her hand back and flexes the fingers, demonstrating their tangibility.

Not that Sam can't relate to random powers. Those are just more physical than the ones he's used to.

If one can get used to things like that in the first place.

He runs a hand through his hair, more thoughtful than confused, and shakes his head. "Well, I've never heard of a ghost possessing people in the first place, and something like that... ghosts don't really have power, they can't make you do anything. They just do things to you.

"But I can look into it. Things are different here."

Duh.

"Well, this was done to me," Jubes answers.

"Thanks, though. I don't know what to do about it."

He nods, sympathetic. He hadn't meant to say it wasn't done to her, just...

"I'll look into it," Sam promises again. "I've been wanting to anyway."

He just has to pin Dean down long enough to guilt him into it.

Sam nods back the way he came. "Are you usually at the farm? You need a ride?"

She shakes her head. "Nah, I've got my plane just outside town. Should really take that back to Metropolis."

Sam nods, thoughtful for a moment before adding, "Leah - did you meet her? She's set up in Metropolis. She can contact me if you need anything else."

"No," Jubes didn't meet Leah. There were distractions. "What does she look like?"