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[hector_aframian]

Jo's house is a decent place to sit outside of and have a desperately-needed cigarette, Dean finds. He's not actually that fond of smoking, but if he doesn't have something to do with his hands right now he might be forced to start punching things.

Jo's inside. Dean has no plans to leave, not for a while - not when his family(maybesomethingelse)

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[not_scully]

Sam's Porsche is down the street. He had his driving therapy, talked to Sparrow, got another plan of action down. And that's good. Something else to do with Dean, another job, another mystery.

It's not... normal. It's not less freakish. Maybe it's not what he always wanted.

Maybe it's all he'll get.

Maybe... it's not so bad.

Right now, he's walking around, looking for Dean. Completely unsurprised to find him in front of Jo's, too. Though the cigarette gets a frown and an arched eyebrow.

"Hey."

Fight? What fight?

[hector_aframian]

"Hey, Sammy."

There was no fight. Dean grins at him and drops the unlit cigarette back in the packet.

"What's up?"

[not_scully]

Sam shrugs, glances around for a second, and then drops onto the stoop beside his brother. "I ran into that girl," he says, "the one that was possessed? I guess she's still got some problems. Found us a new job."

[hector_aframian]

"Is this going to involve studying?" Dean wants to know, frowning, leaning back against the porch railing. "I am so freakin' sick of books."