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It would be pretty damn embarrassing if she was in the wrong place right now.

She had checked and double checked to be sure this was the right place, but it felt all wrong. Not wrong like she was about to stumble upon some murdered co-eds bitter ghost, but wrong like she was on some movie set. Fake.

Was this really the life Sam had ditched them for?

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"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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