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† FIVE [voice]

"Porcupine, to a prince," huh? [ Good morning to you, too, Siren's Port. There's a definite smile in Sam's voice, though you can't hear him scrub a hand over his chin, as if he's seriously considering "Chafe-Away." ] Say what you want about this place, but... man. The ads are almost worth it.

[ Sort of sarcasm. He's in a good mood, today. ]

I'm not going to bring up the candy corn stuff. So, now that we're past all that, anyone want to... I dunno, take a walk around the city? I feel like getting out today.

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I was just asking. [ And he's pissed, too. Again. ] But thanks for the unnecessary comment.

[Oh man, you said the wrong thing Sammy boy.]

Okay. I'll meet you in ten.

[Good job.]

[ FIGHT ME ]

Fine. [ And he hangs up. Off to pace around the apartment!! ]

[Dean's actually in the apartment and he's not amused. It's 2007 all over again.]

Keep this up and you guys are gonna need couples counseling.

Don't forget the leash, Dad.

Dean.

This ain't my problem.

I thought we were past this.

If Sam wants to date a high maintenance self righteous ice queen that knows some black magic we'll just have to make sure he carries a hex bag.

I don't see any other solution, do you? All you're doing is salting old wounds.

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[ Before he heads out, he has to say: ]

Learn to make private calls. I don't need to hear this.

You could be a little nicer considering I just stuck up for you. You've always had crap choices in women. Maybe 'cause you put Jess on a pedestal but bitin' my head off 'cause your panties are in a twist about Dad's opinions won't do anything but make you feel worse later on.

[ There is a whole lot of no boiling up in the pit of his stomach, and he whips around, jaw clenched angrily. ]

Are you-- You're kidding, right? That's what you called sticking up for me? Gee, thanks. You're doing me tons of favors here. Be a little more harsh next time, seriously.

[ His nose twitches slightly, as it does when he's ranting. ]

If it was just his damn opinions, I wouldn't bother. Or if he was just ragging on me. But, if he's actively chasing down Prue to give her a hard time, then yeah. I'm going to pick a fight. Because it's none of his business anymore.

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Maybe if you got your head outta your own ass for five minutes you'd know it's just 'cause he's trying to protect you. You've got real luck with women, Sam. Did it ever occur to you he just doesn't want this to be somethin' like what you went through with Madison?

He stopped by Stanford. He knew about Jess. He's not the enemy here, dude, he just wants to keep his kid safe. He doesn't want you to get hurt.

Edited 2012-09-27 01:26 (UTC)

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Something like what I went through with Madison. [ The anger is tangible, released in every heavy breath, the slight baring of his teeth. ] Yeah, like he was there, like he knows what that was like. Look, maybe you believe him about that crap-- you would. But, I know better. It's been this way forever. Black and white, no grey area. That's just--

[ Fucking stupid. He doesn't say it, though, and instead turns on his heel, a hand over his mouth. ]

He's not protecting anything but his own stupid, die-hard stigmas. Old, pathetic generalizations that he can't let go of.

[Dean bristles. Sam can't ever step back and look at both sides of something unless it's a mythos or something out of a book. He's hard headed, stuck to his own opinions. Just like Dad.

But Dean knows. He knows that John loves them. Because he remembers how consumed with guilt and worry he was when Sam left for Stanford and when they were going toe to toe with Meg.

He wasn't perfect. Far from it, but he'd die before he let either one of them suffer.]

Whatever, man.

[Dean's not going to argue. Not with either of them. It's not worth it. They'll never get it or listen to what he's trying to get across.]

I'll just stay out of it from here on out.

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Fine. [ He says it quickly, and too roughly for the brother he knows, deep down, he knows is only trying to help. Sam's bristled, too, half-pacing, hands squared on his hips. And then there's the knock, and he knows it's John. He just shoots Dean one last look, half angry, half... regretful, maybe? And then heads out, snapping the door shut behind him. ]

Dean. Please. Don't call what I do black magic. I went out of my way to tell you who I am and what I do.

This might sound "high maintenance" to you, but it matters.

It was an honest mistake.

I fell back on what I'm more familiar with.

Trust me, this'll all blow over. This isn't the first time they've been at each other's throats. They'll go toe to toe about anything. You're just the easiest thing to fight about right now.

Good. The last thing I want is to cause a rift in one of the few complete families there are in this place.

[Not that she doesn't have her own host of familial issues, but that doesn't mean she necessarily wants to inflict paternal resentment on other people. At all.]

So this is normal for them?

Typical every day attitudes.

Before Dad died Sam and him would fight about the stupidest stuff. This is actually somethin' more worth while than half the stuff they decide is worth the effort.

Gets old fast.

That sounds a lot like Grams and my little sister. Fighting over curfew and who she made friends with.

I don't mean to ask you to get in the middle, but do you think there's any chance your dad even could believe that I'm not that kind of witch?

I won't get in the middle. Last thing I need is both of 'em mad at me.

You might as well throw in the towel now. Dad's hardheaded about anything Supernatural and he taught us everything we know. He's got enough experience under his belt to know most things eventually go wrong. He's not gonna budge.

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[He hangs up, and about 15 minutes later, he's knocking on the door.

Time for a walk, motherfucker.]

[ Bring it. He steels himself, and then answers the door by opening it, stepping outside, and closing it with a snap. ]

What?

[John's got his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, and his shoulders are tensed to hell and back. Something's going to happen, he knows, but he doesn't know what.

It's making him edgey.]

You wanted to walk, so let's walk.

[ Sam's the same way. Of course he is, though. He shifts his weight, obviously uncomfortable, and snorts derisively at the comment. ]

Alright. [ And he heads out, away from their door. He sure as Hell isn't about to start this conversation, not when he can guess where it's going. ]

[John just starts walking, down the stairs, out the door, and he keeps going. Clearly, he's got a destination in mind, but he's not telling Sam where.

He's also not breaking the silence. If Sam wants to apologize, he can, but until then he's staying quiet.]

[ No way. He's not apologizing... not at this point, at least. He's his father's son, after all, so he just follows after John in guarded silence, casting his dad furtive looks every so often. ]

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