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Sam Winchester ([personal profile] gavemea_45) wrote2023-01-05 07:38 pm
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[AU] two worlds, a lot of demons, and a new set of problems

It's still hard to believe it's over; that the yellow-eyed demonic bastard they'd spent their whole lives hunting is finally dead.

Sam figures it'll sink in eventually. Given everything else -- right now he's still pretty numb.

He's also desperately tired, but that doesn't matter. There's something he needs to do, and he can't afford to delay.

He waits until they've settled in for the night, and then waits still longer. Once Dean's been asleep for half an hour, Sam picks up his messenger bag -- already stuffed with books and his computer -- and heads straight for the bar.

He orders black coffee and snags a table with a good view of both doors and the stairs, then pulls out the first of the old texts and starts to search through it.

There's work to do.
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[personal profile] totalitarstupetballs 2023-02-03 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Her smile presses, small but real. "Yeah."

She pulls back up in front of Shorty's, then turns the truck off before reaching for the skull with a sigh. "Okay. Let's go find some salt."
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[personal profile] totalitarstupetballs 2023-02-03 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's winter," Waverly points out. "There are bags and bags of de-icing salt in the basement."

She lets them in and closes the door behind them, then turns to Sam. "For what?"
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[personal profile] totalitarstupetballs 2023-02-04 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Um – " Waverly looks around, as if something in the empty saloon might suddenly reveal itself as a skull-sized box. "No. But the cardboard one should be fine for now."
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[personal profile] totalitarstupetballs 2023-02-04 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Waverly directs him to the basement door, then goes around behind the bar to dig out the box of iodized table salt. "Here, Sam."
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She nods, leaning on the counter to watch. "You know, there are salt flats, way out in the Triangle," she tells him. "I could always bury it out there if I had to."
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[personal profile] totalitarstupetballs 2023-02-04 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"I will," Waverly promises, as Dean comes back up from the basement, a bag of road salt slung over his shoulder. "Thanks, Sam. And I won't tell anyone else about it. Just Wynonna."
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[personal profile] totalitarstupetballs 2023-02-04 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
She takes a bowl, herself, and comes over. "Put it on the outside," she suggests. "It won't be so weird for me to refresh it, then, and it won't get swept up at the end of the night."
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Waverly fills her bowl with salt, then goes to the back door of the saloon, opening it onto the early winter sunshine. It's almost time for the bar to open, so they'll need to be quick. She scatters the salt in an arc around the door, then heads back inside.

"People will be showing up soon," she tells the brothers. "I should get you back."
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[personal profile] totalitarstupetballs 2023-02-04 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll be okay," she promises. "I've got Wynonna. And Dolls."

She lifts a hand in a oh, right gesture. "And Doc. I'm mean, what can get past the fastest gunslinger in history, right?"
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"He mostly goes by John Henry here," Waverly says, though her grin flashes. "You know. Keep the questions to a minimum."
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[personal profile] totalitarstupetballs 2023-02-04 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"I promise to tell you about it later," Waverly tells Dean, with a glance at the clock on the wall. "But unless you want to help me get ready for my shift, I think it's probably time you two went back. For now."
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[personal profile] totalitarstupetballs 2023-02-04 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"I hear you," she promises. "I'll check in at the bar tomorrow, okay?"

She looks from one brother to the other, sincere. "Thank you. Really."
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[personal profile] totalitarstupetballs 2023-02-04 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
She goes to the basement door, concentrates, and opens it onto that strange bar she'd stumbled into hours ago. "You, too, Sam," she says, and smiles, first at him and then at Dean.

"And get some rest, okay?"

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