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Dean is apparently living at Jo's. Leah is working and while she usually has time for a drink, Sam doesn't want to interrupt her, or hang around too much. No jobs to do, that he knows of. No real desire to go out by himself to do them, either. There's nothing wrong with his car and he's not Dean - meaningless tune-ups don't interest him. His guns and knives have been cleaned and polished, he's stocked up on bullets, salt, holy water. Ransacked more than a few bookstores and churches. Sat around the apartment he usually shares with his brother and stared at blank walls.

Sam is bored. Very, very bored.

And in Kansas.



Metropolis is a few hours from Lawrence. What's in Lawrence is... complicated. But maybe it's time he finally checked it out. Looked it in the eye and addressed it's existence.

(the "it" in question is debatable)



For now, Sam Winchester is sitting on the front step of the apartment building he sleeps in, frowning to the north.

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"Yeah." Jo's studying him, very still, trying not to feel like she's walking on everything precious that never was.

"I didn't meet her before here. But she was what I expected." Beat. Strangely sharper, but not at him, she'd glanced to her hand and then the window. "I expected he would've told you. Bastard."

She may have blurred John and Dean in that sentence.

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"He told you?"

That-- wasn't supposed to have been as insulting as it was.

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Jo shook her head.

The tone went right over it.

(And burned a little more than it should have.)


"It was in some old notes."

Beat. "I didn't even know you guys then."

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Sam takes this all in with a shake of his head. He doesn't-- can't think about this now. He's driving, he wants out of Lawrence. And it doesn't matter anyway, not in this world where there are no demons and nothing watching them, recording their moves and arranging their lives.

It doesn't matter.

It's just Mary, being a hunter in a long line of hunters.



Looking at him and putting a hand to his cheek and whispering apologies.



Sam drives.

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She can't tell him to go back now, to wait.

Her dad knew what she wanted and she knew what he was. He bought her bow and arrow sets, when her mother bought her journals. She would want to stand in front of him and have him see every inch of jumped into the void and would do it again even if it killed me.

She was his daughter through and thought.




She just made it clear Sam knew less of his mom than he thought. Even not regretting telling him the truth she hates that in herself.



Jo leaned her head against the window of the car, letting it vibrations shiver through her.