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Yeah, because that worked so well last time.

We've turned into a friggin' firin' squad, Sammy.

We don't have a choice. Sooner or later, she's gonna go dark-side, and we're gonna be mopping up a trail of bodies.

What if other factors in her life are stronger, Sam?

You're the one who told me last time that there was no way for him to stop. She's hungry, Dean. You remember what that feels like. We couldn't stop Jack from turning.

It's just that - I don't like the way things are now, Sam. How we don't seem to care anymore.

Hey- I care, okay? I care, but things have changed. The world isn't all sunshine and lollipops any more, and we have to grow up. [It's strange, so strange to say that to her big brother.]

[Gruffly] Hey, I'm grown up Sam, I'm so grown up I can see where we're goin' wrong. Y'used to be the one who'd freak at shootin' innocent people before they've done anythin'.

[Leans back, propping her feet on the desk] Yeah, and I used to talk to people on Facebook and be a huge, walking target, too. I've had to get tougher to get by. I'm not that girl anymore.

[Slow shrug] It just - nevermind. We'll go check it out.

Kay. We should swing by the convent first, just to make sure we have the right woman. [She grins] Ever been a prospective seminary student before?

[Just this face] Damn. Better be friggin' worth it.

[Self-satisfied little chuckle. ♥] Don't worry, the role will let you not know anything about religion. [She reaches over and throws on an appropriately modest semi-formal jacket, and slips into sensible shoes.] Tah-dah, say hello to Sister Catherine.

[Dean just shakes his head in amusement] C'mon then Sister, better get this show on the road.

It still won't beat out the priest thing. [She holds an arm out to Dean to help him up, then tosses him a duffel as she starts to head out the door.]

Still. Bit skeevy now we know what's goin' on upstairs. [Shrugging duffel on to his back and following her.]

[Sammy, once the pious God-fearing girl, just shrugs dismissively, honestly not caring if it's all that skeevy or not. They do what they have to do, and it might be kind of gross, but it's necessary and somehow the younger Winchester suspects that God isn't getting hung up on details.] Eh, I guess.

[She tosses him the keys when they get to the Impala; when he gets in and starts her up, he'll find that his CDs have been replaced with things like Ke$ha and Lady Gaga.]

[asdfhjkl; just flinching forever and battling his car] What the hell?

[Excuse her, she's laughing her ass off in the passenger's seat. Not dignified laughing, either- pointing and snorting are involved.] Your face, dude.

[Still flailing, flailing forever] Sam! Don't do that to my baby.

[Laughing forever at u] If you ever want to see your music again~

What have y'done to my tapes, bitch?

[Hits him lightly] Stop calling me bitch. You know, you should really think about joining the 21st century. You don't even need an iPod deck.

I like crap the way I like it, Sam. The tapes are still workin', they're fine.

Whatever, man. [She knows better than to try modernizing her brother with any real feeling, so she reaches back to pull some tapes from the duffel.] Here.

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