The Park, Wednesday afternoon

[likethegun]

Sam was in a good mood, even as Scout dragged him around the park for what felt like the fifth time, searching for the perfect tree. His classes had gone really well today - it was always nice to be picked to be a TA, and both Defense Against the Dark Arts and Literature seemed like they'd exercise his brain in all the ways he liked. It still felt strange to go back to his room and not have Peter waiting for him, especially since he had Illyria instead and yes, he was a little afraid of her. But he was adapting as well as he could, as far as he was concerned.

[For one!]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean stretched out on the hotel bed as he waited for Alec to come back with food. They'd done all the research they could in daylight and now just had to wait till dark to do the less legal kind of recon.

In the meantime, he could relax and maybe do some checking up of a different sort. He grabbed his cell from the night stand and sped dialled the first number on the list.

[likethegun]

Sam grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and grinned when he saw the number.

"Hey," he answered. "Tell me you're not checking up on me already."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"What- it's been a week! That's totally long enough to check up on you without hovering!" Dean protested.

[likethegun]

"Dude, it is not," Sam said, although he didn't sound like he minded all that much. "How's it going?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Good," Dean said. "We hung around traumatizing Bobby through the weekend then headed out for a salt and burn job in Montana. That's where we are now."

[likethegun]

"Is Alec happy to be away from Bobby's?" Sam asked. "Or, I should say, is Bobby glad to be rid of you?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Well there's less chance of Bobby walking in on us when we're not at his place," Dean said, chuckling a little at the memory. "Which I think is something all three of us are grateful for. Or Bobby and me at least. Alec doesn't really have an embarrassment gene."

[likethegun]

"Dude, you couldn't have waited until you got out of the house?" Sam asked.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"We hadn't seen each other since graduation!" Dean protested.

[likethegun]

Sam opened his mouth to protest, and then thought about what he planned on doing to Peter when it wouldn't have been nearly that long for them to go without each other's company. "Okay, point," he said. "Are you looking for something else to do in Montana? You know, besides each other."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You mean besides the salt and burn job we're working on right now?" Dean said pointedly. "We'll take a look around when it's all taken care of, see what else pops up. You know how it is on the road."

[likethegun]

"Yeah, I know," Sam said. He couldn't believe he was going to suggest this, but... "I could keep an eye out, if you want. For potential jobs in the news."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Think you can fit it into your busy schedule of the zillion classes I'm sure you're taking?" Dean teased.

[likethegun]

"I'm only taking four classes, and one of them is cooking," Sam said. "Of course I can fit it in, it's for you."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"How many cooking classes does that make it you've taken?" Dean asked, amused.

[likethegun]

"Um, three, I think? Maybe four?" Sam said. "I made food without burning any of it though. I have to keep trying if I'm ever going to be able to feed myself safely."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Y'know you really aren't as bad at cooking as you think you are," Dean told him. "At this point I think it's just a, whatchamacallit, psychological thing with you."

[likethegun]

"Every time I take a cooking class, I face my fear of ovens. I don't think that's such a bad thing," Sam replied.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I never should have read you Hansel and Gretel when you were young."

[likethegun]

"It's not that kind of fear," Sam said, rolling his eyes even though Dean couldn't see it. "You don't miss classes at all, do you?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"No, not really," Dean said easily. "You're the geek in the family. I'm the good looking one."

[likethegun]

"I'm taking a class about defense against the dark arts," Sam said. "Seems kind of good so far."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"That could be useful, yeah," Dean said. "You'll have to let me know if you pick up any new tricks from it."

[likethegun]

"I totally will," Sam said, pausing for a moment before adding, "I'm really glad you called, Dean."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I said I would, didn't I?" Dean said with fond gruffness. "Just because I'm not there doesn't mean I'm not going to look out for you. So other than classes, how's things? Getting used to rooming alone?"

[likethegun]

That got a short laugh out of Sam. "Uh, actually, I got a new roommate. Her name's Illyria."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Dude, that's totally unfair. You're a senior. You should totally have your own space." Dean paused. "Is she hot?"

[likethegun]

"She could be, if you like scary blue girls," Sam said. "I don't mind sharing the space, as long as she doesn't try to kill me in my sleep."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean blinked. "You rooming with a smurf? A scary smurf?"

[likethegun]

"A scary armored smurf," Sam said. "Who doesn't need to sleep, apparently. It's been an interesting week."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like. Y'know, if you want, you can always go and take over my old room," Dean offered. "Assuming they haven't stuck anyone else in there."

[likethegun]

"I thought about that, as a last resort," Sam said. "I'm determined to win her over though, and make this work."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but... just remember 'he was killed by a homicidal smurf' isn't the kind of eulogy anyone wants."

[likethegun]

Sam laughed. "I'll be careful, Dean, I promise. Remember that 'he was killed by a ghost' isn't a good eulogy either."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"But I'm rooming with an oversexed transgenic, not a ghost," Dean pointed out. "So I'm not having to worry about being smurfed to death in my sleep."

[likethegun]

"I have Scout to protect me," Sam insisted. "He won't let anything happen to me."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"If it comes down to dog versus smurf, I want pictures," Dean said.

[likethegun]

"I promise, there will be pictures," Sam said. "You might get other random pictures when I feel like it, so you don't forget me."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean snorted. "Like I'd seriously ever forget my little brother," he said. "Still, I won't say no if you want to send me some. I like keeping up with what you're doing."

[likethegun]

Sam knew that Dean wouldn't forget him, but it was still nice to hear. "Things have been quiet so far," he said. "Just new people and classes and all. But if anything interesting happens, I promise, I'll take pictures for you."