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Sam Winchester. Sam Walker.
A conversation in Tree Hill.
Not my characters.
* * *
She's had a fight with Brooke. Stormed off. Slammed the door and made her way to the diner.
He's had a fight with Dean. Stormed off. Slammed the door and made his way to the diner.
She sits down at the counter. Orders a coffee. Thinks about ordering a slice of pie.
He sits down next to her in the only empty chair. Orders a coffee. Adds a slice of pie to his order.
You're not from 'round here. She says.
Just passing through. He replies.
Sam. She says.
Sam. He says.
They smile.
What brings you to Tree Hill? She asks.
Road trip with Dean. He says.
She raises an eyebrow.
Brother. He lets her know.
Where is he?
Being a dick.
Brooke would probably give him a run for his money.
He raises an eyebrow.
Foster mom. She lets him know.
He slides half his pie over her way.
She smiles. Reaches for a plastic fork.
I had a brother once ... No, he was more like a boyfriend. He kissed me once. Twice.
I kissed my brother once. He says quietly.
She pauses before asking. Did he kiss you back?
Several times.
And he's like your brother brother?
Yeah.
Oh.
Yeah.
Guess kissing Jack wasn't so bad after all. She teases a little.
Not if you love them.
Sam Winchester. Sam Walker.
A conversation in Tree Hill.
Not my characters.
* * *
She's had a fight with Brooke. Stormed off. Slammed the door and made her way to the diner.
He's had a fight with Dean. Stormed off. Slammed the door and made his way to the diner.
She sits down at the counter. Orders a coffee. Thinks about ordering a slice of pie.
He sits down next to her in the only empty chair. Orders a coffee. Adds a slice of pie to his order.
You're not from 'round here. She says.
Just passing through. He replies.
Sam. She says.
Sam. He says.
They smile.
What brings you to Tree Hill? She asks.
Road trip with Dean. He says.
She raises an eyebrow.
Brother. He lets her know.
Where is he?
Being a dick.
Brooke would probably give him a run for his money.
He raises an eyebrow.
Foster mom. She lets him know.
He slides half his pie over her way.
She smiles. Reaches for a plastic fork.
I had a brother once ... No, he was more like a boyfriend. He kissed me once. Twice.
I kissed my brother once. He says quietly.
She pauses before asking. Did he kiss you back?
Several times.
And he's like your brother brother?
Yeah.
Oh.
Yeah.
Guess kissing Jack wasn't so bad after all. She teases a little.
Not if you love them.
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Date: 2009-09-06 02:19 am (UTC)Woman, that's twice in like a span of ten minutes you have made me want to hug the ever-living shit out of you.
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