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No matter how safe Sam felt, he never managed to be a sound sleeper. It took him forever to learn how to sleep with Jess next to him, and even then, all it took was the slightest odd creak in the apartment for his eyes to fly open and alert.

He glanced over his shoulder, checking to see if Jess was still sleeping next to him, before pushing to his feet and quietly making his way into the apartment. Months have living there had taught him where all the noisy areas of the apartment are, and he skirts around them, heading towards the source of the sound and whoever was there.

Her flash light moved over the fridge, looking at all the snap shots posted up there with magnets, the notes and reminders. Sam's handwriting was easy to pick out, his face, she realized with a sharp twang, a bit harder.

The flash light dropped away from the fridge with a soft snort. Those photos were all like a damn commercial for beer or something. Manufactured feeling.

He followed the sight of the flashlight, moving through the apartment and coming up behind the person to try and take them by surprise. They really picked the wrong apartment to break into.

Though they were shorter than he expected.

Regardless, his hand came down their shoulder to turn them around.

He picked the wrong burglar to sneak up on.

Use to sparring with him since she was a kid, De's body went into automode. She ducked down, spinning and throwing her weight under and up to throw off his taller height.

Maybe a bit agressive of a hello, but he should be use to it.

Sam's momentum had him moving forward, but he had enough practice that it didn't take him long to regain his balance and fight back. He swung around to try and follow the direction of her body, still not sure who he was fighting, exactly.

He was getting sloppy.

It made her laugh. A short little bark of laughter, mainly at the mental image of where that would go. Sam with a beer gut, Sam huffing up a flight of stairs. Like some bad 80's sports montage in reverse.

She stepped back into the shadows, watching him. Waiting for him to at least catch her. Prove he still had something worth while left in him.

Now Sam was getting mad. He had been still playing the part of a civilian just due to the fact that it could be a civilian, but he's had enough. He followed their movement into the shadows, this time dropping down and shooting out a leg to sweep against the intruders.

"Son of a bitch." She cursed as she went down with a thump. But even the curse wasn't too angry sounding, because at least Sam had finally done something.

"I thought you'd lost it."

It took him a minute to recognize that voice. In fact, it took less than that, because that was a very distinctive way to swear.

"De?"

"Hi."

She pushed herself up on her elbows, and grinned, not sure if he could see her in the dark.

"Long time no see."

He paused for a moment, still trying to shake the surprise off his face, before extending a hand to her to help her up.

"What are you doing here?"

"You know, seeing the sights..." She shrugged, hands on her hips as she studied him. He looked...like he fit here. Like a college kid on some TV show. She snorted softly, shaking her head. Oh Sammy, how you had let go.

"We need to talk."

They were always supposed to look like they fit. Dad taught them to blend in, but Sam had been here long enough that he was already gone. He wanted to be part of this world. This was why he left.

"And you couldn't just call?"

"Where's the fun in that?" She shrugged, brushing herself off, and catching a chair to sit down and make herself at home. In truth she wasn't ever going to be comfortable here, but Sam didn't need to know that.

"Plus this way you can't hang up on me."

He sighed. Heavily. And there was a massive bitch face present. Not that there wasn't a part of him that was happy to see his sister, but he knew that if she was coming here, something had to be wrong.

"So what was so urgent that you needed to break into my apartment?"

Now they got to the fun parts. She leaned against the back of the chair, looking up at him with her lips pursed together as she tried to figure out how to start.

Because she knew there was going to be a fight to get him to care.

"Dad's missing."

"Missing? Or went out for a binge and is sleeping it off somewhere?"

You forget, De, that this is Sam's father too. He knows him as well as you do.

The scowl was clear on her face even in the dim light.

"Missing." She said, voice short. She clearly wanted to add more, but she wouldn't. She shouldn't have to.

Sam sighed, letting out a slow breath. "How long has he been gone?"

"I'm not sure exactly. We've been splitting up a lot lately, and..." She shrugged. "Dad is hard to get a hold of sometimes."

Day stretched to weeks often enough. But weeks didn't usually stretch into months.

Sam didn't like the idea of John leaving De to hunt on her own. Not that he had had much of a say in the matter, nor was he surprised -- it was Dad. What else was there to expect?

But they were all each other had. They should stick together.

Then again, Sam wasn't really one to talk.

He glanced back to the bedroom for a moment, to make sure that Jess wasn't awake, before crossing his arms in front of his chest. "What was he hunting?"

"A lady in white. I..." She trailed off. She didn't really ant to admit why she was there, but hopefully it would convince Sam to stop dragging his heels.

"It's not a hunt I can do. They only react to males."

Cheating ones, specifically. Though Sam would know that.

He didn't want to go. He didn't want to let himself be dragged back into that life again. But it was his sister, and he couldn't let her do this alone.

He pressed his lips together, before sighing. "Can you have me back by Monday?"

"I sure as hell hope so."

As soon as he said it, there was a spark of excitement. She'd won, they were back in it. Together.

He exhaled before nodding. "Fine. I'll help look."

She stood, glancing back at what or whoever he had been checking on.

"Need to leave a note?"

"And pack a few things. Just ... give me a minute, okay?"

She nodded, settling back down in the chair to wait.

As soon as he was out of the room, she was back up, looking around and the stuff sitting near by. The walls, the counters. A whole little life in this apartment.

Weird.

While he was gone, there's a conversation with his own awake girlfriend. Yes, he's going out of town. Yes, he will be back by Monday. Why? Because his estranged sister appeared out of nowhere and said something was up with his dad.

And then she escaped his grasp and made her way into the open room before Sam could stop her.

"Are you De?"

De turned, to see someone who looked like she sauntered right out of a Victoria secrets catalog. She looked her over, slowly, processing a whole handful of feeling. Sam's new life.

And, in a very different context, Sam's new girl. She wasn't exactly an overbearing mother bemoaning the loss of her little boy, but there was some echo of replacement there.

Except, of course, her replacement was hot as hell.

"Damn, too bad you bat for the wrong team."

Jess glanced back to Sam, and Sam shook his head. "De, this is Jess. Jess, this is my sister, De."

"It's nice to actually meet you. Sam talks about you all the time." Well, not actually talk, but mention. A lot.

"Oh yeah?"

It was De's turn to look back at Sam, unsure. Finally she just laughed, and offered a hand to Jess. Now wasn't the time or place.

"I'll get your boyfriend back to you soon."

Jess looked a little uncertain about the prospect of her boyfriend just taking off with his sister who had never been around before. But she nodded.

"Don't forget about your interview."

"I won't," Sam sighed, before leaning in to give her a quick kiss. "I'll be back by Monday."

De waited less than patiently, giving Jess one last look and a crooked grin, before heading down to the car.

"You're getting soft, dude. Next time I come out you're gonna have a beer gut."

"I'm not getting soft." He glared at her, following her down to the car. "I'm just having a life. It's not as bad as you think."

"Oh yeah? And how is it not as bad as I think?"

She was interested both in it not being, and also, what Sam thought she thoughts it would be.

"It's a good life. It's not the life dad raised is in. It's safe and it's normal."

She snorted, pulling out her keys to pop the trunk for him to store his stuff, her eyes wandering up to the apartment as she held it aloft. There was a dim light on in there, and, she had a feeling, a young woman watching them leave.

"Yeah, a good life for other people."

But not them. Never them.

Sam's stomach tightened, and he strode to keep up with her, looking at her over his shoulder. "Why can't it be for us?"

"Because that's not how these things work Sammy. You think you're having a nice, awesome life. But you're not."

He might not know it now, but he would, later.

"Maybe that's not what you think. Have you even tried? How would you know?" He takes one step ahead, using his longer legs to his advantage before turning to stand in front of her. "You've spent your entire life doing this, De. How would you know that there's anything else out there?"

"And if I said I had would you listen more to me anyway? No, you've already decided you're right Sam."

She stares up at him, scowling. This trip was going well already.

Yep. This was going to be awesome. Sam grits his teeth before turning away from her. "It's right for me. Whether you believe it or not."

"Sure."

She wasn't going to argue this point with him. He'd figure it out himself, eventually. Pulling open the impala door, she slip in and started her up.

Sam slid into the passenger's seat and slumped against the window, before glancing back to her. "Where are we going?"

"Jericho."

Starting up the car, De peeled away from the curb and towards the highway. Away from his apartment and all the weight of that.

Sam sighs and reaches for the map on instinct, looking over the roads to find the quickest way there. "And it's some kind of spirit?"

Nice to have a navigator, at least. De had a pretty intrincis sense of direction, but nothing could screw with your sense of direction quite as well and the american road way. Especially in big cities, and it would take them a minute to get out of this one. De didn't mind leaving it behind.

"A woman in white. Who's not exactly going to show her face to a single young lady."

She sniggered at herself as she said that last part. Lady.

Sam didn't. She was his sister and she was a lady. Nothing was going to tell him otherwise in that respect, no matter what she did. "Which is why you need me."

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Don't rush, I know you are doing nano bb <3

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