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veneficusvenato) wrote2011-10-20 05:06 pm
veneficusvenato) wrote2011-10-20 05:06 pm
[Flashback; Sam's First (Unofficial) Meeting]
Time: Back Then
Location: Dean's Flat
People: Jo, Sam (Maybe Dean)
The front door is open, because the late spring breeze is nice.
And Jo is laying on the couch, pulling a curl absently, while reading.
Location: Dean's Flat
People: Jo, Sam (Maybe Dean)
The front door is open, because the late spring breeze is nice.
And Jo is laying on the couch, pulling a curl absently, while reading.
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Though mostly for his man!crush.
Even if he says he got the best of both worlds.
When he was allowed to imply he had her at all.
"The pretty face only gets him so far."
With.....apparently everything ever.
That no one else got from her.
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At best.
More beer now, please.
"Oh," he says, lowering the bottle. Referring to the crap she gives him. Thoughtful.
"I guess you can stay."
She has Sam Approval.
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"I do get to tell him that was the easiest approval ever, right?"
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"Was he actually waiting for me to give it? Really?"
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"I might have left long ago if he was."
"But." Is a protracted word.
"Obviously, if you hated me, that'd be problematic."
For Dean. And for Sam. Because Jo is not easy to live with then.
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Sam likes to think he's not a hard man to get along with.
...outside of work.
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It'd be so easy to talk easier if she could just tell him.
That he's already met her. Worked with her. Knows her enough.
"I'm sure he must have dated someone who accomplished it at least once."
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Drink, swallow, pause. Eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"...that's probably something I shouldn't have said to you."
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"The kind where they happen on one calendar day, and are over pretty much by the time the next calendar date happens?"
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Another pause.
And he grins, wide and bright.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I've never gotten to grill my brother's girlfriend before, I'm kind of screwing with you."
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It was a downside of the job.
A need for contact, but no way to connect.
Too many oaths, vows, promises, contracts.
Jo shook her head, and gave him a smile anyway.
Bright, a little uncertain, but still true, too.
"And to think, I'd been looking forward to this."
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Another sip of his beer and Sam sets it aside, smirking. "Looking forward to finding out if I hated you?"
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It made the quite vanish in amused.
"Meeting his brother."
Which was different from the man she worked with.
Different parts and portions of different lives.
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"...why?"
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"There isn't anything more important in his life."
And Dean had become ultimately important to hers.
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In the silence of the otherwise empty apartment.
Now filled with echoing words and the suddenly obvious pictures scattered here and there, few but with similar faces.
"Well, now it's just awkward," Sam points out uncomfortably, shifting.
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"I think we're one for one then."
She made a motion back to go back to the living room.
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Then smirked and followed her.
"If you're this mean to Dean," he says, leaving the bottle behind to follow, finally shrugging his coat off his shoulders, "I think you have my tentative approval."
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Her mother would expect no less.
Jo took the couch back.
Curling her feet under.
"Even as a witch."
It was hard to tell in some moments.
What was the game and what was real.
It all blurred. Except what didn't.
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A shrug is given, companionable, but Sam takes the chair rather than the empty spaces near her on the couch, dropping into it, knees bent to keep long legs from stretching out too far.
"Hunter or witch, either way, everybody's got history to deal with."
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Not just launching himself at a wizard.
But trying to sit himself in a chair even.
Oddly amused, Jo messed with a pillow on the couch.
"Everyone's got history in one way or another."
Most people just didn't have as much.