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[f4240milefall.livejournal.com]

 Call it a 'trust exercise', okay?

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[fallen-hunter79.livejournal.com]

wait...you want me to what??

[f4240milefall.livejournal.com]

You're too old to sleep in the damn car, Dean... [he pulls the door open.] Get your ass inside.

[fallen-hunter79.livejournal.com]

But...but I was comfortable

[f4240milefall.livejournal.com]

And in the morning, I'm the one that has to deal with you bitching about your damn neck. So get up.

[fallen-hunter79.livejournal.com]

[grumbles and tries to hide his face, still in that magical place between blinding drunk and severely hungover]

[indestructigirl.livejournal.com]

... dude, I don't even know you. I usually don't pick up hitchhikers. [But honestly, he's like twice her size, it's not like she'd be able to do much anyway. Her fingers are getting twitchy, though, she isn't sure what to make of the situation. She leans against the steering wheel, looking him over, and finally sighs.] How far do you need to go?

[f4240milefall.livejournal.com]

[Sam grins; it's always just little too wide. A little too Apple Pie.]

As far as you can take me. Just gotta get away.

[indestructigirl.livejournal.com]

[A little too distracting, as far as Claire's concerned. Damn it. Another sigh.] I'm gonna be honest, I don't really have a set destination. You can ride as long as you've got gas money, and as long as you don't mind my dorky hippie van. Fair enough?

[f4240milefall.livejournal.com]

Deal. [he pulls the passenger's side door open and climbs in.] And I'm good at wandering. [flashes her another grin.] And money's never a problem.

[nice-onthe-eye.livejournal.com]

Sam, I don't understand...

[f4240milefall.livejournal.com]

[Sam stares at her--- she almost looks familiar.]

Do I know you?

[nice-onthe-eye.livejournal.com]

[It takes a moment for what he's saying to register as she shakes her head slightly.] It's Sarah, what's going on?

[f4240milefall.livejournal.com]

[She seems to know him... but he honestly can't remember her.]

Shhhh. Just follow me.

[fallen-hunter79.livejournal.com]

wait...you want me to what??

[f4240milefall.livejournal.com]

You're too old to sleep in the damn car, Dean... [he pulls the door open.] Get your ass inside.

[fallen-hunter79.livejournal.com]

But...but I was comfortable

[f4240milefall.livejournal.com]

And in the morning, I'm the one that has to deal with you bitching about your damn neck. So get up.

[indestructigirl.livejournal.com]

... dude, I don't even know you. I usually don't pick up hitchhikers. [But honestly, he's like twice her size, it's not like she'd be able to do much anyway. Her fingers are getting twitchy, though, she isn't sure what to make of the situation. She leans against the steering wheel, looking him over, and finally sighs.] How far do you need to go?

[f4240milefall.livejournal.com]

[Sam grins; it's always just little too wide. A little too Apple Pie.]

As far as you can take me. Just gotta get away.

[indestructigirl.livejournal.com]

[A little too distracting, as far as Claire's concerned. Damn it. Another sigh.] I'm gonna be honest, I don't really have a set destination. You can ride as long as you've got gas money, and as long as you don't mind my dorky hippie van. Fair enough?

[f4240milefall.livejournal.com]

Deal. [he pulls the passenger's side door open and climbs in.] And I'm good at wandering. [flashes her another grin.] And money's never a problem.

[nice-onthe-eye.livejournal.com]

Sam, I don't understand...

[f4240milefall.livejournal.com]

[Sam stares at her--- she almost looks familiar.]

Do I know you?

[nice-onthe-eye.livejournal.com]

[It takes a moment for what he's saying to register as she shakes her head slightly.] It's Sarah, what's going on?

[f4240milefall.livejournal.com]

[She seems to know him... but he honestly can't remember her.]

Shhhh. Just follow me.