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[hector_aframian]

Dean is also in Metropolis, in a much better mood. He and Sammy have staked an apartment close to the outskirts (but not too far from the city) and he's currently raiding every house in that street for knives, booze or weaponry. Most of the gun shops have been looted by now, but he's sure that there'll still be weapons in people's houses -

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[dear_carbon]

One of the abandoned houses - not on this street; on the next one over, a little closer to the city - isn't looking so abandoned as the rest.

It seems to be covered in plants. Which would make it look more abandoned, except that the plants are very careful to stay away from the doors and windows, and there's a perfectly clear path from the front door to the street.

And they're all much healthier than anything else growing around here.

[hector_aframian]

Hmm. Neighbours.

... planty neighbours.

Dean's glad he's in the habit of checking out the neighbourhood thoroughly; they haven't started setting up yet and with creepy neighbours a couple streets over, they might just move.

Of course, it is yet to be determined that the neighbours are creepy. Dean, being the cautious, experienced evil-fighter that he is, barges straight on up to the door and bangs on it.

[dear_carbon]

"Just a moment," Darla calls sunnily from somewhere inside the house.

About thirty seconds later, the door opens to reveal a grin. There's a person attached, but the grin is the more visible of the two. Darla is really, really cheerful.

"I'm sorry, I had to take the muffins out of the oven."

It does indeed smell vaguely culinary in here. (They are banana muffins, if he can tell.)

"What is it?"

[hector_aframian]

"You ... had to take the muffins out of the oven."

Dean DOES. NOT. TRUST. HER.

Seriously! What kind of creepy evil monster bakes muffins in the middle of an apocalypse?

... apart from a cute one.

[notanoptimist]

Steph went off somewhere. Sokka has a sneaking suspicion that she's off Spoilering without him and can only be vaguely upset about it. Mostly he's worried.

...when he's not busy being jealous that she didn't take him with her.

Right now, he's wandering the streets of Metropolis. It's not as cheerful here, not as bright or homey as the farm, but it does have a lot more scrap lying around. He's got a bag over one shoulder and continuously pops the hood of an abandoned car in order to dig around inside and salvage the parts.

He sees Dean come out of a house just as he drags himself out of an old VW van. "Hey!"

Sokka's in a relatively good mood. Dean gets a wave.

[hector_aframian]

Dean glances up. "Oh, hey." Cheerful wave! "What're you doin' out here? Long way from Hippie Holl-- uh, the farm, isn't it?"

[notanoptimist]

Sokka's grin only widens at the nickname. But hey, he doesn't mind being safe. It's a point in the farm's favor, really.

Even if right now, it's not really... well...

Yeah.

"Steph wanted to come into town," he explains, shouldering his bag again. "I was kinda hoping to run into you, too."

[hector_aframian]

That gets Dean's attention. He dumps the bag he was carrying and folds his arms, tilting his head curiously.

"You wanted t'run into me? What, 'cause I didn't fail bad enough last time I tried to help out?"

It still stings, that he couldn't help with Katara.