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[aim_blind]

Sam's hurt. Though thankfully not as hurt ashe would have been had he fallen. Leah wasted no time in reviving her co-leader of Pax Youth bossiness, and insisting he be taken back to her apartment, along with Dean and Jo

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[not_scully]

Sam had slept (read, passed out) in the car on the way to Leah's. Not as much as he would have liked, and the tiredness and headache leads to a bit of unsteadiness as he walks through Leah's house - but enough to get where he's going.

The offer of tea has him smiling tiredly even as he lowers into one of her armchairs. When was the last time anyone but Leah offered him tea?

He may or may not be avoiding Dean's gaze completely. He'll be needing some aspirin before he's able to take on that fight.

[hector_aframian]

"You got any beer?" Dean is very pointedly not looking at his brother, either. "I'm gonna need a few beers. Maybe somethin' stronger."

HE IS NOT IN A HAPPY MOOD.

[aim_blind]

"Not proper beer."

She calls back, very pointedly. But there's the sound of a fridge opening and closing, and the clink of bottles - Leah keeps drinkable Mexican beers for guests, where guests usually equate to Sam.

The kettle boils, she pours out a pot, clinks some teacups and strolls through, balancing the tray easily.

Seh still has a thick hairband pulled down over her eyes from being out; she's not ready to expose Dean and Jo to her full face quite yet.

"Where's everyone sitting?"

She has to act like a proper hostess in a stressful situation. It's culturally dictated.

[not_scully]

Sam could use a beer now, too, actually, looking particularly interested when she comes out with a few bottles. "In the left chair," he tells her - he's been here often enough to know which one she considers that to be.

He sits up a little when she comes forward, not wanting her to trip on his outstretched legs, and continues to avoid Dean's gaze. "Do you have any aspirin?"

[hector_aframian]

"Like aspirin's gonna do anything," Dean mutters, not straightening at all. "I'm on your sofa."

The seat that's as far as possible from Sam.

"Do we get cookies too?"

[tobeclosetohim]

"Arm of the couch."

Where she's presently half curled, half straddling it.

The opposite side from Dean. Obviously.

"Wouldn't turn down the beer and aspirin."

[aim_blind]

When the teapot's on the table, everyone gets a bottle of beer offered them: Sam's only with a fairly good idea of where he's most likely to reach for one.

"If I'd known you were coming I'd've baked a cake just for you," she tells Dean, even while leaving the room for a few seconds and returning with a white bottle which she tosses roughly in Sam's direction.

"The best before date isn't in Braille, but I don't recommend you read it anyway."

[not_scully]

Catching it with only the barest lift of his eyes, Sam's smirk is humorless, not looking at the bottle as he pops it open. "S'fine," he mumbles, rolling four pills out onto his palm before closing it again. "Thanks, Leah."

The aspirin is shot back with a beer, because at this point, his headache couldn't possibly get worse.

[hector_aframian]

Dean breathes out slow and slumps down even further on the sofa, until his chin is practically on his chest. "Yeah - thanks," he echoes, abashed to have forgotten. "'s real good of you. Especially considering."

Considering what his brother's just done in the middle of nowhere.

If it's even his brother.

How certain are you that what you brought back is one hundred per cent pure Sammy?

Dean's quietly starting to wonder if maybe this is Hell after all.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo's only half ignoring the drama. Mostly she's cradling the beer in her hands, tilting her head back to take a long sip while pulling one of her knees up to brace herself against, and watching the aspirin bottle in Sam's hand.

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Leah's mouth tightens slightly - a confused facial expression would be more evident were there eyes to better illustrate it. But she curls up, cross legged, in the other chair, helping herself to tea (strong with 2 sugars).

"I have this crazy thing where I help out my friends when they're hurt," she says, half into the cup.

If her expressions are hard for the others to read, then theirs are impossible for her.

"Should probably get it looked at."

[not_scully]

"I'm fine," Sam says quickly, lifting narrowed eyes to his brother, frustrated and a little bit angry.

...and more than a little bit guilty.

He sets the aspirin bottle down on the coffee table, lifts the beer bottle for another drink, and then gets unsteadily to his feet. "Be right back," he mumbles, mostly for Leah's benefit, and with his eyes on his brother, nods to the door.

If they're going to do this, they're doing it outside.

[hector_aframian]

Dean stays where he is for a moment, staring deep into his beer bottle. Then he pushes himself to his feet as well. "See ya in a minute. Jo, Leah. Thanks."

one hundred per cent pure Sam

This isn't going to be a fun talk.

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo let her leg drop, gaze lingering on the door before she finally moves.

To get the aspirin bottle with an expression best left for not being seen by those who can't see it ever or at present. She juggled the bottle and beer, sliding down on an actual couch cushion.

[aim_blind]

Leah waits for the door to shut, then leans forward so her forearms are laid across her knees.

"What was that?" she asks Jo.

[tobeclosetohim]

"The status quo begging to be beaten for daring to change." Jo frowned before she popped the pills in her mouth, and tossed it toward the little table in-between.