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[hopeitsworthit]

So what's a guy supposed to do when his brother's just gotten over being possessed by a demon, the bullet wound in his shoulder is takin' forever to heal, and some red-eyed demon chick seems to be getting into everything (or is that everyone?).

Whatever.

Anyway -- so what's a guy supposed to do to make a week like that anything like better?

Magic fingers.

Oh yeah, baby.

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[gavemea_45]

He doesn't bother knocking before he opens the door - why should he?

Then again...

"Dude."

Sam looks disgusted.

"What is it with you and that thing?"

He kicks the door shut behind him, and sets the six-pack that he's carrying on the flimsy motel table.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it, college boy. I keep telling you that."

He'd tsk, but -- yeah, that's not gonna work like this.

Good thing his quarter's gonna run out soon.

(The expression on Sam's face is never gonna be less than hilarious. Go figure.)

[gavemea_45]

"I am so not ever going to be a part of your weird obsession with vibrating beds," he tosses back.

Sam takes a seat in one of the chairs instead and pulls out a couple of beers.

"If you think you can keep from spilling..."

He leans forward, holding one out to Dean.

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean's expression says very clearly 'dude, who do you think you're talking to?'

It's all in the eyebrows.

Then he leans up, snags the beer from Sam, cracks it open, and takes a swallow.

Just as the bed stops vibrating, of course. He has this shit down to a science.

"Guess you were busy when you went out, huh?"

[gavemea_45]

"Kinda, yeah."

He cracks his own, but doesn't drink immediately. Sam stares at the mouth of the bottle as he adds,

"Turns out that 'Meg' was pretty busy, too. At Milliways."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean takes another swallow of beer.

A long, long swallow.

Then --

"Well, fuck."

That about covers it.

"She get anyone?"

Is Sam himself in deep shit?

[gavemea_45]

"Yeah. She did."

He turns the bottle around in his hands, then sighs and takes a drink.

"Nobody died, but it was way too fucking close."

Sam glances up at him.

"You know about Kaylee already. Did a number on Andrew, too. And Elle."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Sparky McKillsalot and Andrew?"

Dean looks -- well, he maybe looks half-pissed and half-surprised.

"Why those two?"

[gavemea_45]

"Not just those two," Sam informs him. "Evidently she fucked with as many people as she could, and if they were people I knew, or worse, friends..."

He trails off there.

"If I ever get my hands on her--"

[hopeitsworthit]

"You're gonna need to get in line, dude."

Dean's got first dibs.

First and last, even.

[gavemea_45]

"We'll take turns."

He takes another swallow of his beer.

"Doesn't look like there's gonna be a problem with security. Now, anyway."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean's eyebrows hit his hairline.

"You wanna elaborate on that?"

He'd say please, but -- fuck that shit.

[gavemea_45]

"Just that it looks like I'm not gonna be the one locked up for shit the demon did while it was wearing me."

Sam turns the bottle around in his hands again, then looks up at his brother.

"Some of it was plain violence, I guess. Banged up Ianto, that sort of thing. Threw X - Laura - into a wall, from what she said."




"Some of it was worse."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Yeah, well it ain't like the creepy chick was gonna get hurt. Right?"

Dean talks a good game, but --

"By worse you mean -- "






"Shit. You got any idea who she told what? And if it was true?"

[gavemea_45]

Creepy. Yeah. Freaks like me.

He doesn't wince, though; it's not like he didn't already know. Ever since what happened in Guthrie.

"Laura heals. Elle, um. I don't think she'd tell me if it was bad, but I threw her into a tree."

He shakes his head.

"I don't remember any of it, Dean. Not from there. The bits I do remember - it's all stuff the demon let me see 'cause she knew how I'd feel about it, I think. Like Wandell. And some of what I was gonna do to Jo."

Sam swallows.

"Mostly from what I can piece together it talked a lot of shit and taunted people by using what I knew about them, I guess. Except for with Elle. I know it did that with Andrew, before I -- it -- tried to kill him."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean bites back on any 'damn shame it didn't succeed' that was about to come out of his mouth.

Not that it was. But --

Anyway.

"You're telling me that's not gonna come back and bite us in the ass?"

[gavemea_45]

Sam shrugs.


"Depends on how you mean."

[hopeitsworthit]

"You know damn well what I mean, Sammy. Cut the shit."

Because seriously.

He knows this crap cold.

[gavemea_45]

"Yeah, I know what you mean. But fuck if I know for sure, man."

He drains the rest of his beer and sets the bottle aside.

"I think it's okay. Mostly, anyway. But, uh."

Now Sam's not meeting his eyes, not quite.

"I guess the demon decided to show off a little to Elle, though. She asked me why I didn't tell her. About the visions and the TK."

[hopeitsworthit]

It ain't the words that've got Dean on edge, it's the way Sam's not looking at him.

That's never a good sign.

"And what'd you say to that one, Sam?"

How fucked are they right now?

How much of their business does the freaky electricity girl know?

[gavemea_45]

He knows that tone of voice all too well. Sam's head snaps up, and he gives Dean a hard look.

"I told her that it was different where we're from, okay?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Yeah?"

Dean raises one eyebrow.

He knows his brother better'n anything in the world.

"That all you told her?"

[gavemea_45]

"I didn't tell her anything about Ol'Yellow Eyes, if that's what you're asking," he grits out.

"She already knows you don't like it."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Dude, she shoots electricity out of her fingers. Excuse me if I'm not exactly her biggest fan."

It's the closest Dean's gonna get to telling his brother that Sam's powers don't freak him out.

(Because they kind of do. It ain't right, but -- )

[gavemea_45]

"Yeah, I know." He almost rubs the spot where the arc burned him, but stops himself mid-motion.

"That's probably why she's alive right now."