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[gavemea_45]

[OOM: Memories in the dark.]

He leaves Dean sleeping in the motel room. Sam slips through the door into Milliways, then shuts it quietly behind him.

He gives the place a quick once-over, then starts across the room toward the corridor that leads to the Security officeSome time after that he's back. Sam gets a drink and takes a seat at a table

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[howling_laugh]

Funny thing about those dark corners, they still have a pretty good view of the front door.

She might not see Sam yet, though. It's been a while since she's been in, and you never know who's lurking in the corners.

[gavemea_45]

So they do, which is part of the reason why he chose this one.

Sam spots Coyote, and his jaw sets in a hard line.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote wipes her hands on the red bandana stuck in her pocket and makes her way to the bar. She heads back to a table and pops the cap on her Tecate. Looks like she has an evening of staring out the window planned.

[gavemea_45]

That's the thing about plans. A lot of the time they get screwed up.

"Coyote."

Sam's hand tightens on his glass.

"Long time no see."

[howling_laugh]

Funny, isn't it? Coyote usually thinks so when they aren't her plans.

She raises her eyebrows and turns around.

"Sam. Good evening." Where's Tweedledum?

[gavemea_45]

"Same to you," he returns.

It's been a while since Coyote's likely to have seen quite that level of steady, watchful focus from him.

[howling_laugh]

Sure brings back memories. So she maybe used him as bait for a big bad. Everyone made it out okay, 'cept for the ones who needed to die. What's his problem?

"What is on your mind, Sam Winchester?" Tell auntie Coyote everything.

[gavemea_45]

He shrugs.

"Oh, you know, the usual."

Beat.

"How about you? Anything new? I mean, since last we talked, and all -- it's been a while. Lots of stuff must have happened, right?"

A hard smile.

[howling_laugh]

Well. Someone's pissed in his cornflakes.

"Hardly anything. You know me. I like things quiet."

[gavemea_45]

"Uh-huh. Of course you do," Sam tells her. "Whatever it takes to keep it that way."

[howling_laugh]

"Sam. My keen senses are telling me that you seem a little angry with me." She leans forward, all polite interest. "Do tell me what's wrong."

[gavemea_45]

"Oh, I don't know," he counters, flatly. "Let me think about it -- you think maybe it could be something about how you tried to feed Dean and me and a bunch of other people to that nahuatl guy of yours in Vegas?"

[howling_laugh]

"Nahautl!" Coyote says in what seems to be unfeigned surprise. "Is that what you thought he was?"

[gavemea_45]

"Eventually, yeah -- you gonna tell me he was something different?"

[howling_laugh]

"Yes. He was a shard of an old god possessing the mod boss who was the co-owner of the casino, along with another mafia altogether."

Is the truth more or less believable, Sam?

[gavemea_45]

Silence, for several seconds, in which he just stares at her.

"... you realize that would have been helpful to know, right?"