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As soon as the shower had started running in the motel's bathroom, Sam had seized his chance. He yelled something indistinct about lunch, grabbed his laptop and messenger bag, and headed straight for Milliways without waiting for Dean to answer.

Now he's sitting at a booth, the laptop open in front of him, staring at something on the screen.

(From time to time he stares at a note, instead.)

Either way, it doesn't look like he's making much progress.

[ooc: open until it scrolls, with a break at 9 MT for tonight's episode of Supernatural.]

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"And you want to."

He amends that very hastily, to,

"And you would. If you knew how."

"I don't think she would've told me if I knew how."

It's something like a joke - partly because she's not really sure, and partly because if she is right, even she can get that it's kind of ironic.

"I don't know about that," Sam muses. "I mean, she seemed to want to keep things quiet, when I talked to her, anyway."

Elle shakes her head.

"That she did it."

Sam stares at her for a couple of seconds before shaking his head.

"Sorry, I'm not following."

She glances away, maybe looking a little annoyed at having to explain it further.

"I guess she's different to everyone else. But not me."

Maybe not entirely true, but Elle doesn't know any better.

He takes a breath; lets it out slowly.

"... you have abilities, Elle."

Very quietly.

"I'm betting that's a big part of it."

A little flat, "We're not all like me."

Beat. "Or her."

Her tone's a little lighter when she points out, "And it wouldn't really be a secret if she's like that with everyone with abilities in here."

"Yeah, but --"

Sam bites down fast on what he was about to say, and takes a second to think.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to defend her," he settles on, finally. "But all the people she went after-- were people like her. Like me."

"So I don't know, maybe she thought you..." Sam shrugs.

She thought the same thing you did is the first thought that enters Elle's mind.

The second is, "She didn't have to tell me."

"Would you rather she hadn't?"

"No."

Elle sounds annoyed about this, too.

"But she's mad that I know."

"... she was the one who told you, but she's mad that you know. Right."

He can practically feel the headache forming.

"So it's, like, what, some sort of test?"

Guess how she feels, Sam.

Elle's frustration rushes over what uncertainty she has left, and she finally snaps, "No, it's because she knew I was a freak."

And unlike some people, she can't hide it.

Without even an instant's hesitation--

"You're not a freak, Elle, okay?"

Elle rolls her eyes, though it's a much more difficult move than it looks.

"I don't care what you call it."

Edited 2010-05-05 05:40 (UTC)

He sighs.

Audibly.

"Please."

I don't have anyone else to talk to. The tone's not too different, but while she'd managed to choke those words out to Bennet, she's not doing it now.

"I'm - trying."

Sam blinks, looking startled -- but his tone's a lot quieter when he says,

"Sorry. I didn't mean..."

A beat, and a careful breath.

"It's okay."

He smiles, a little; it's somehow rueful.

"The whole thing's kind of complicated, isn't it?"

She doesn't smile back.

And this time, she doesn't answer. Elle truthfully has no idea if this whole thing is complicated, or what that would mean.

So she just meets his eyes again, and waits.

Edited 2010-05-06 03:23 (UTC)

He's not sure what to say, but at the same time, he can't ever remember her acting like this before, so... maybe it won't hurt to at least try...

"What do--"

He breaks off, then tries again.

"-- is there something I can do? Maybe?"

Elle looks down again.

"You could tell me what to do."

It's grumbled, and it doesn't sound like she expects that to actually happen.

Edited 2010-05-06 04:25 (UTC)

It takes him several seconds.

Then a few more.

"... if you really want me to, I will."

Low and steady.

"Yeah."

Her eyes stay on the table, the answer not sounding as sincere as it could. But it's still not for a lack of trying.

Edited 2010-05-09 03:12 (UTC)

Sam draws a deep breath, then lets it out slowly.

"Watch your back. Don't let her get the jump on you. But..."

Another breath.

"... don't tell anyone else what she can do. I think-- I think that'll make it worse, if we do."