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Susannah is once again working in the bar, although she has less of a pile of documents with her tonight. All she has is a notebook, in which she is alternately taking notes, scratching out notes, and doodling.
She is not a bad teacher, but some things are hard to approach.
She also has a large bottle of water, because proper hydration is important.
She is not a bad teacher, but some things are hard to approach.
She also has a large bottle of water, because proper hydration is important.
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She glances up, at the circle of glass over the bar again, and then shakes her head.
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"Train, huh? Don't think we have any stories like that. There's one about a truck, though."
He keeps his tone light.
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Her tone is light, as well; this is a pretty good one. Nobody dies in this one.
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Well, that and it killed his ex-girlfriend's Dad. And some other people.
Goddammit.
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Susannah takes another sip of water. "Mine asked riddles," she says off-handedly.
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A beat.
"We had to run ours over hallowed ground."
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"And thanks again for setting me up to play chicken with the damn thing. In my baby."
No, Dean is never getting over that.
Ever.
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"Jokes," she says. "My husband--my first husband, but they were two of a kind, he killed it with bad jokes."
To Dean: "What do you drive?"
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Hey, Dean knows what's important in life.
Then his grin broadens, slipping away from that previous smirk.
"Impala. '67. It was a damn good year for 'em. You know cars?"
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Dean snorts.
"Hell, no. Why, you know somebody that does that?"
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His grin is a little self-deprecating this time.
Hey, it happens.
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He's worked hard for the one he's got, thanks.
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For someone so tall, it's almost surprising how easily he fades into the background as an observer.
It's also very evident that it's not the first time he's done something like this.
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"Huh. Guess it kinda does. But, uh--I'm pretty sure it's got more to do with the asshole who died in the damn thing. You know how it goes."
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"Was it a ghost, though? Was he there, or did he bring the truck to life?"
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Still, she's got a good poker face. She's good at thinking on multiple tracks at once.
"Ours was just a machine, left to rot too long. Completely insane."
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"How's that even work?"
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"Blaine had human emotions, and more than human intelligence, and an inhuman dependence on logic. It wasn't a good combination for the world he inherited."
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