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More SPN/YW! In which nothing happens. Sorry. I like it anyway, if only for the really bad meta joke.
Next installment will have Harvelles. Promise. Though I can't guarantee action for a bit yet.
Part one.
Part two.
They debated starting west immediately, but when Nita fell asleep twice on the way towards I-90, they decided to get a motel in Amsterdam and stop for the night. Sam and Dean didn’t talk much in the car, hyperaware of the dozing girl in the back seat. They pulled into the Rock Motel fifteen minutes later, and Sam woke Nita and checked her head as Dean went in to book a room.
“How’s it feel?”
“It hurts some.” She shrugged. “I’ve had worse.”
“Yeah?” He offered her a hand getting out of the car.
“Yeah.” She accepted the help, standing and leaning against the door. “I got beat up in elementary school a lot.”
“Really? Couldn’t you just . . .” He wiggled his fingers vaguely, and Nita snickered.
“No, I couldn’t just-” She repeated the gesture. “I’ve only been a wizard about three years.”
Sam blinked. “And you’re good enough to accidentally get thrown into another world?”
Nita let out a quiet breath of laughter. “I packed a lot in.”
“Okay,” announced Dean, returning and cutting off Sam’s response, “we’re set. Two beds and a couch for Peter and Duane Morewood and their cousin, Nita.” When Nita blinked, he flashed her a grin. “Sam and Dean Winchester are dead. ‘S a little awkward.”
“I’ll bet,” she replied slowly.
“Who gets the couch?” Sam asked as they started for the room. Dean turned the grin on him, and he groaned. “Dude, come on.”
Dean spread his hands. “I gotta drive, man. And you can’t make Nita sleep on a couch.”
Nita snorted. “Hey, don’t pull me into this.”
“No, he’s right,” Sam replied, giving her a quick, reassuring smile. “You ought to get one of the beds.”
She flicked a smile back. “Thanks.”
They reached the room, and as Dean unlocked the door, Nita added, half-joking, “So which one of you is younger? Dean?”
“Hey!”
Sam shook his head. “I’m younger.”
“Really? I figured-”
Dean gave her a look over his shoulder, leading the way into the room. “You figured?”
“It’s just . . .” She grinned. “As far as I’ve seen, it’s usually the younger sibling who makes the older one crazy.”
Sam choked; Dean snorted. “Oh, he makes me plenty crazy, trust me.”
“You have any siblings?” Sam asked Nita, giving his brother a dirty look.
“Yeah, a younger sister,” Nita answered, lowering herself onto one of the beds. “Dairine.”
Sam thought he heard her tone falter, but when he looked, she was still smiling. “And my partner’s the youngest of three, so I figure I know a little about sibling dynamics.”
“I’ll bet,” Sam replied easily. “How much younger is your sister?”
“Two years.”
“Hey, Sammy,” Dean interrupted, looking up from the duffel bag he was emptying. “We still haven’t eaten. You wanna go grab us something?”
“Oh - sure. Nita, you hungry?”
“Oh.” She sounded surprised. “Yeah, I could eat.”
“Burgers work for you? I saw a place on the way in.”
“Sure, anything’s fine.”
Dean tosses Sam the keys, with a “Don’t take too long, I’m starving,” and Sam headed out. Relative quiet fell over the room, broken only by the rustlings and clackings as Dean unpacked equipment and laid it out on the other bed to clean it. After a moment, Nita toed off her shoes and sat back against the headboard of her bed, letting out a breath.
“How’re you doing?” Dean asked, without looking back.
Nita glanced over at him, pulling her knees up and clasping her hands around her ankles. “I’ve been better.”
He straightened up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Taking up one of the shotguns, he sat and started to disassemble it, peering down the barrel. It seemed for a moment that he was going to leave the conversation at that.
Then he commented, almost absently, “Sam and I were hunting this, uh.” He chuckled softly. “We were hunting this djinn in Illinois, and I slipped up and it got its hands on me. So one second I’m in this abandoned warehouse in Joliet, right, and then next I’m waking up in some suburban condo next to a girl I’ve never met in my life. I guess it wasn’t another world, really - just this, this dream the djinn pulled outta my head - but I flipped out anyway when I figured out that I wasn’t where I was supposed to be.”
He looked up at Nita, who was watching him intently. “So, you know, I get it if you’re not okay. You’re still handling it a hell of a lot better than I would be.”
She opened her mouth to respond, stopped, swallowed, and gave him a shaky smile. “Thanks.”
Part four.
Next installment will have Harvelles. Promise. Though I can't guarantee action for a bit yet.
Part one.
Part two.
They debated starting west immediately, but when Nita fell asleep twice on the way towards I-90, they decided to get a motel in Amsterdam and stop for the night. Sam and Dean didn’t talk much in the car, hyperaware of the dozing girl in the back seat. They pulled into the Rock Motel fifteen minutes later, and Sam woke Nita and checked her head as Dean went in to book a room.
“How’s it feel?”
“It hurts some.” She shrugged. “I’ve had worse.”
“Yeah?” He offered her a hand getting out of the car.
“Yeah.” She accepted the help, standing and leaning against the door. “I got beat up in elementary school a lot.”
“Really? Couldn’t you just . . .” He wiggled his fingers vaguely, and Nita snickered.
“No, I couldn’t just-” She repeated the gesture. “I’ve only been a wizard about three years.”
Sam blinked. “And you’re good enough to accidentally get thrown into another world?”
Nita let out a quiet breath of laughter. “I packed a lot in.”
“Okay,” announced Dean, returning and cutting off Sam’s response, “we’re set. Two beds and a couch for Peter and Duane Morewood and their cousin, Nita.” When Nita blinked, he flashed her a grin. “Sam and Dean Winchester are dead. ‘S a little awkward.”
“I’ll bet,” she replied slowly.
“Who gets the couch?” Sam asked as they started for the room. Dean turned the grin on him, and he groaned. “Dude, come on.”
Dean spread his hands. “I gotta drive, man. And you can’t make Nita sleep on a couch.”
Nita snorted. “Hey, don’t pull me into this.”
“No, he’s right,” Sam replied, giving her a quick, reassuring smile. “You ought to get one of the beds.”
She flicked a smile back. “Thanks.”
They reached the room, and as Dean unlocked the door, Nita added, half-joking, “So which one of you is younger? Dean?”
“Hey!”
Sam shook his head. “I’m younger.”
“Really? I figured-”
Dean gave her a look over his shoulder, leading the way into the room. “You figured?”
“It’s just . . .” She grinned. “As far as I’ve seen, it’s usually the younger sibling who makes the older one crazy.”
Sam choked; Dean snorted. “Oh, he makes me plenty crazy, trust me.”
“You have any siblings?” Sam asked Nita, giving his brother a dirty look.
“Yeah, a younger sister,” Nita answered, lowering herself onto one of the beds. “Dairine.”
Sam thought he heard her tone falter, but when he looked, she was still smiling. “And my partner’s the youngest of three, so I figure I know a little about sibling dynamics.”
“I’ll bet,” Sam replied easily. “How much younger is your sister?”
“Two years.”
“Hey, Sammy,” Dean interrupted, looking up from the duffel bag he was emptying. “We still haven’t eaten. You wanna go grab us something?”
“Oh - sure. Nita, you hungry?”
“Oh.” She sounded surprised. “Yeah, I could eat.”
“Burgers work for you? I saw a place on the way in.”
“Sure, anything’s fine.”
Dean tosses Sam the keys, with a “Don’t take too long, I’m starving,” and Sam headed out. Relative quiet fell over the room, broken only by the rustlings and clackings as Dean unpacked equipment and laid it out on the other bed to clean it. After a moment, Nita toed off her shoes and sat back against the headboard of her bed, letting out a breath.
“How’re you doing?” Dean asked, without looking back.
Nita glanced over at him, pulling her knees up and clasping her hands around her ankles. “I’ve been better.”
He straightened up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Taking up one of the shotguns, he sat and started to disassemble it, peering down the barrel. It seemed for a moment that he was going to leave the conversation at that.
Then he commented, almost absently, “Sam and I were hunting this, uh.” He chuckled softly. “We were hunting this djinn in Illinois, and I slipped up and it got its hands on me. So one second I’m in this abandoned warehouse in Joliet, right, and then next I’m waking up in some suburban condo next to a girl I’ve never met in my life. I guess it wasn’t another world, really - just this, this dream the djinn pulled outta my head - but I flipped out anyway when I figured out that I wasn’t where I was supposed to be.”
He looked up at Nita, who was watching him intently. “So, you know, I get it if you’re not okay. You’re still handling it a hell of a lot better than I would be.”
She opened her mouth to respond, stopped, swallowed, and gave him a shaky smile. “Thanks.”
Part four.