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[gavemea_45]

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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[gavemea_45]

"... yeah." It comes out as steadily as before; carefully so, this time. "I did. We both did. Just... not enough."

[ellectrical]

So yeah. I was.


Elle exhales, some of the tension slipping from her shoulders.

"Fine."

[gavemea_45]

Sam shrugs.

"Anyway," he says, after a moment. "That's what I'd suggest. And why."

[ellectrical]

Elle's staring at the table again.

Maybe a little grumpily. But she's at least stopped arguing it.


"You really think she had a choice?"

[gavemea_45]

"I do. She doesn't."

There's something very resigned about his expression.

"Take your pick."

[ellectrical]

Elle nearly rolls her eyes again.

"I'm not the one who cares."

[gavemea_45]

Sam shrugs.

"It doesn't make a difference now, really. It is what it is -- and what happened, happened."

[ellectrical]

Flat: "You talk about it like it's over."

[gavemea_45]

There's no hesitation.

"Not even close."

[ellectrical]

Elle presses one hand to her arm, like she's cold, before moving to step out of the booth.

"Fine," she repeats, about as noncommittal as ever.

[gavemea_45]

"Fine," he agrees, quietly.

A beat.

"Take care of yourself, Elle, okay?"

[ellectrical]

She makes an indistinct (but probably annoyed) noise, and heads away.

At least it doesn't involve throwing anything.