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[weary_head]

Used to be, it was Sam who had the nightmares

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[little_moons]

Logan hasn't slept right in months, maybe he never has, but I can't quite blame it all on him anyway. We both wake up in the night now. Afraid we might jostle his cast. Afraid we might remember something in our sleep, in the dark, that's best left buried. I wake up, or maybe Logan was awake first, but he's best left in his bed. Maybe it's unfair, leaving him like that, but I know I'll just lie there and drive him crazy all damn night, so I go out for air, and just like always, that leads me here...

There's a lump just by the water and Max goes to investigate first, sniffing in tighter circle's 'til he decides its safe to... cuddle right the fuck up to it. Nice.

"Great fucking guard dog you are," I mutter, lowering myself to the ground next to the lump in the dark -- Dean, and figuring it's alright after all.

[weary_head]

After one startled moment - Dean's, not the dog's, and one very wet nose - the dog's, not Dean's, Dean relaxed, too, letting the dog curl against the crook of his arm.

"Seems like a real beast, all right," he said, his smile softer in the dark.

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"Tear your arm off, man," I mutter, patting my pockets down for the joint and lighter tucked deep inside, "Looks like you found my favorite spot."

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"Oh yeah?" Dean craned his neck to look around them, but it was too dark to see much of anything. "You live around here?"

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My face lights up in the flare of my lighter and I take a deep drag from the joint perched between my lips. "Uh, not too far. There's a sorta settlement, not far down the path from here. Gotta hut there. 'Bout you?"

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"I live by the other waterfall, with my dad and my brother." And just as often with Bobby, these days.

Dean nodded towards the falls. "Mine's bigger."

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"'s not the size, it's what you do with it," I murmur easily, voice tight with a lungful of smoke and my lips twisting into a smirk.

"Your dad's here?" I'm sorta surprised. Whole fucking family, that's gotta be sorta rare.

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"Yeah." It was all Dean said for a long moment, because the bundle of emotions that came with that were too hard to untangle, much less explain.

"Everybody says it just like that. Guess it doesn't happen often?"

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"Guess not. Well, I mean... sometimes people seem to show up in groups. Whole shitloads of people from the same place... But I dunno, don't hear 'bout families too much," I say, taking another drag and then holding the joint out to him wordlessly.

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"I guess we're pretty tight." That tended to happen when a boy grew up living in one cramped motel room after another with only his little brother for company. John had been out hunting more often than not, but the spectre of him had been presence enough to count for very close quarters.

"Pretty weird seeing him here."

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"Guess that means my mom might pop up here one day," I say with a snort, bringing the joint back up to my lips when he doesn't take it. I realize with a small, faraway sorta smile that she'd probably be just fine here. Like it even.

"It was always just me and her."

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"Don't remember mine much," said Dean, watching that smile. Most of the memories Dean had of his mother he tried hard to forget - they all ended in fire, too.

He turned his eyes back to the stars above them. "What's she like?"

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"She's... wild," I say with a quiet laugh, exhauling and watching the smoke float up into the darkness and disappear. "Fun. She always wanted... so much for me, I think she felt like it was her fault, things just weren't getting better, you know? We're a lot alike."

Max lifts his head, licking his lips and then dropping his chin back down on Dean's arm with a low whine, hearing something out in the distance or maybe he just wants attention.

"I never knew my dad."

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"Sounds like a cool lady. They do that, you know?" Dean shrugged, frowning when Max released an indignant huff at the disturbance. "Sorry, buddy. They blame themselves for everything."

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"Yeah, I know," I murmur, turning over onto my side and reaching out to scratch Max behind the ears. Fucked up thing is, Mom didn't know half of what was going on... she might've suspected, but there were plenty of secrets I kept from her.

"So, what you doin' out here so late?"

[weary_head]

"You're looking at it," said Dean with another shrug. "Not much to do around here at night, is there? No movies, no cars, no beer." He snorted. "So where the hell'd you get grass?"