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[gavemea_45]

[OOM: As Al Swearengen has been known to say: 'on Deadwood's main thoroughfare, comely whores, decently priced liquor, and the squarest games of chance in the hills remain unabatedly available at all hours, seven days a week.']The front door opens. Beyond is a small room, much like a hallway, and beyond that an open door that leads back to

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[bev_marsh]

Bev has homework in the bar again--the extra time she gets from doing it in the bar outweighs the distraction--but she looks up when Dean shuts the door.

"...Hey," she says a moment later, to the trio in general. "You guys okay?"

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean spares her a grin, dust-covered though he may be.

"Nah, kiddo. We're fine. Long trip, though."

Long, pain in the ass trip, even.

[gavemea_45]

"Hey, Bev."

Sam's smile is a little wry, but it's there.

[bev_marsh]

Bev gives a wry smile of her own in response.

"Looks like it. Long, dusty trip."

They both look as much like Pigpen from the Peanuts comic as Bev's ever seen anyone look in real life.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Yeah, well--"

Dean shrugs, still grinning.

"'s what happens when you don't have a car, right?"

[gavemea_45]

"Or a horse," he puts in.

Dryly.

"I'm thinking even your car would have only gotten us in trouble, dude."

[bev_marsh]

Bev glances between the two of them, eyebrows raised slightly.

"A horse? Where were you guys?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Little town called Deadwood."

Little town is--a severe misnomer.

"Back in 18 somethin' or other. Good times."

[gavemea_45]

"If you want to call it that."

"It's in South Dakota, by the way," Sam adds, to Bev. "Great place. Don't ever visit, okay?"

[bev_marsh]

"...Wow. How'd you end up there?" Bev asks, meaning the when more than the where. Then, to Sam, "Don't visit any time, or just not in 18 something or other? 'Cause I think I can promise the second one."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Uh."

Yeah, how to put this.

"You see any angel statues in-bar, you stay away from 'em, okay?"

[gavemea_45]

"Probably both, but definitely not in the nineteenth century," Sam says-- and if there's a grim look in his eyes, well, he's got reason.

"And yeah. Stay away from the statues. All of them."

[bev_marsh]

"Angel statues?" Bev nods, the look on her face making it clear she'll take the advice seriously. "They send people places?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"I'm gonna guess yeah."

Dean shrugs, expression still shuttered.

"One of 'em showed up right after Sam and Mac went up in smoke."

[gavemea_45]

Dean gets a quick look, at this.

"There was smoke?"

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean does not facepalm.

Really.

"No, dumbass. I was using a metaphor."