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[gavemea_45]

The clues had all pointed towards one of the pieces at the so-called "Shrine of the Holy Relics" in Celina, Ohio, as being a hell of a lot more unholy when it came right down to it. It was only after they got into town that they found out there were worse horrors than that

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[realmrsreynolds]

"Someone you're avoiding?"

Sallie's got the good old apron on, and she hasn't decided to care about the splotches of flour at the waistline of it.

"Sneakin' up on folk, avoiding people..." Sallie makes a tsk'ing noise in Sam's general direction before going back to a notebook.

[gavemea_45]

He looks abashed, but only for an instant.

"My brother."

Sam ducks his head and grins.

"He's just pi--, er, it's okay, though."

[realmrsreynolds]

"He's what? Pissed? Thought you were about to call him somethin' untasteful in Chinese. Would've liked to hear that. Sit, order somethin', keep me company."

One of the benefits of being old is that you can order young people around.

[gavemea_45]

"... er, yeah, that. Um. Not the Chinese, I mean."

A beat, and a quick smile.

"You gonna smack me with a spatula if I don't?"

Sam's clearly teasing, as he's already moving to sit down.

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie looks down at her apron, only then really choosing to make some sort of attempt at flour-removal. "Don't even have one on me."

Looking back to her notebook: "Could just flick flour'n your eye. Be a waste of flour though. Why is your brother pissed, if I can ask?"

[iwenttomissouri]

It just so happens that Missouri has a wooden spoon in her bag. It's a large bag. It's a large spoon. You never know when you might need a spoon. Well, Missouri knows, usually. Like tonight, she just had a feeling she'd need one!

"That boy doesn't stop bein' pissed, sounds like. And if you need to do any smackin', try this." She hands Sallie the spoon with a grin.

[gavemea_45]

"Well, he--"

That's as far as he gets before Missouri walks up, and Sam swallows the rest of that sentence mid-word.

"Um. Hey, Missouri."

That's a really, really sheepish look on Sam's face right now, isn't it?

[realmrsreynolds]

"I prefer spatulas my own self," Sallie looks up.

She takes the spoon anyway. "Always willing to broaden my horizons, however. Nice to finally meet you, Missouri, is it? Sam told me that us meetin'd be scary. How 'bout that?"

Sallie looks to Sam and winks. Poor boy.

[iwenttomissouri]

"Oh he did, did he? Well. He'd know about scary."

She's shaking the spoon now. In his general direction. She's also trying not to laugh. "Yeah, I'm Missouri Mosely, old friend of their daddy's."

[gavemea_45]

"Hey, come on!" he protests. "Sallie--"

[realmrsreynolds]

"We're just messin' with you, Sam. I'll cook for you later if that makes up for anything?"

Sidelong to Missouri: "He's a bit of an easy mark. Cute though."

[iwenttomissouri]

"Aw, he's a darlin'. They're both good boys, even if Dean's got one sassy mouth on him."

She turns her attention on Sam. "You doin' okay? Nothin's wrong with Dean, I hope?"

[gavemea_45]

Sam sinks a little lower in the chair at Sallie's remark, and then just as quickly straightens again at Missouri's question.

"No, he's fine. I mean, probably still swearing at the people in town who put pontoons or whatever on cars to make them float, but fine."

[realmrsreynolds]

"I keep forgetting you people haven't invented hovercraft yet," Sallie grins. "This is a good thing. They're damned pointless."

Sallie notices the sinking, and raises a hand in apology. "Sorry, Sam. Don't mean to be embarrassing you none."

[iwenttomissouri]

Missouri pats his shoulder. "You know we're just funnin' you. I wouldn't really hit you with a spoon. Unless you put your feet on my table."

She laughs. "So how do you two know each other?"

[gavemea_45]

"It's okay." This time, his quick smile at them both is a little bashful. "I mean, I'm okay, don't worry."

"And we met here." Sam grins at Sallie, then explains to Missouri, "She caught me looking over her shoulder at a book of ghost stories."