† FIVE [voice]

[upstairsbrain]

"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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[mulletrock]

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.

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[astralling]

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?

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[mulletrock]

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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[astralling]

If he taught you everything you know, then he should be half as smart as you and Sam and realize that not everything here works the way it does in your world. Anyone with as much experience as that should be able to recognize something new when they see it.

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[mulletrock]

Yeah, but he's twice as hardheaded. I'm not gettin' involved. You'll have to fight your own battles.

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[astralling]

I'd rather not have to fight at all.

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[mulletrock]

Good luck.