On Shadow.

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie's accustomed by this point in her career in Milliways with bringing people through to her house.

Sometimes however, she does forget to mention that her door leads to the back end of her walk-in pantry.

"Mind the rice bags, please," Sallie throws out behind her. "I haven't had a chance to put them away yet."

'Them', here, meaning 'a stack of burlap bags waist high that restricts the narrow walkway of actual living space to about half of its original width'.

Sallie's concise like that; even she has issues navigating it all.

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[hopeitsworthit]

"Say wh--oh."

Yeah, that's gonna be a bitch.

He manages not to knock anything over, anyway.

"I'm guessin' this ain't where we need to be yet?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"Not quite. It's a short ride to Dorothy's house, however." Sallie turns on her heel at the corner of her countertop, waiting for Dean and Sam to finish coming through the doorway. "I thought about waving her, but it might be better if we show up unannounced."

[gavemea_45]

"Probably, yeah." Sam picks his way through the stacked supplies and ducks awkwardly down through the door into the kitchen.

(The look he darts at Dean just dares him to say anything about it.)

"Saves us from having to explain, you know?"

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie looks confused, more to Dean than Sam.

"I'm going to have to tell her something when we arrive."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean quirks an eyebrow.

"You got any pies you could be bringin' her?"

He's kinda kidding.

"Or does Dorothy have anythin' that needs fixed?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"The cherry's not done yet," Sallie jabs a thumb behind her to the stove; the LED readout on the display above it certainly looks like a timer, even if the numbers are in Chinese.

"It'll be waiting for you both when we get back."

Might as well feed your guests; pretend the reason they're here is anywhere near normal.

"I can just call you as employees o' mine. I got a reputation for the unusual around here anyhow." An attempt at humor.

[gavemea_45]

"That should work."

Sam gives Sallie a quick grin.

"We'll even try to act normal, unless it'd spot that reputation of yours."

[realmrsreynolds]

Snickering, "Yeah, shi a. Lemme know how that works out for you both."

Sallie points to the front door as she walks away from it deeper into the kitchen. "Let me get together a bag for her; our ride's out the front door."

Out the front door, immediately in front of Sallie's house, is a small porch, and mostly plainland for a fair stretch into the distance. A path leads from the front door for twenty yards or so to a gate in a whitewashed fence.

Where three horses are tied up to a heavy fencepost, and they're the only transportation in sight.

[hopeitsworthit]

"You've got to be shitting me."

Uh.

"Uh. Not to be rude, or anything."

[gavemea_45]

"I think they're gonna be more likely to be doing that, dude," Sam mutters, jerking a thumb at the horses.

"Um."

A beat.

"We could walk?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"What?"

Dean pastes on a smirk, looking sideways at Sam.

"And let you lose out on your dream of havin' a pony?"

Dean cuts a look to Sallie, still smirking.

"The whining--it's goddamn hard to live with."

[realmrsreynolds]

Hands on hips: "I can imagine. With the both o' you. One of my hands must've moved it; come on."

Sallie leads Sam and Dean out of the doorway and down the porch toward the right -- the road on the other side of the whitewashed fence leads down and away, towards the ranch's working buildings.

And a parked hovercraft.

"I hate the things, but like hell was I going to subject my horses to you both."

[hopeitsworthit]

"I'm kinda hoping you don't have a lot of guys like that livin' around here, Sallie."

Because while it's kinda sweet the gardener didn't want his boss getting in trouble?

It's also pretty fuckin' creepy knowing some guy would cover up a murder.

Go figure.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Neither do I."

Sallie's apron is still on the hook where it always is when she is not attempting to feed half of Jefferson District. She cranes her head through to the dining table that Sam and Dean are now occupying before putting that apron on.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Without waiting for an answer, "You're eating."

[gavemea_45]

"Um, Sallie, you really don't have to--" Sam starts.

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean elbows Sam in the gut.

Hard.

Then he hisses, "Dude, it's pie. What is your problem?"

[realmrsreynolds]

There is no problem, at least in the kitchen. Apron now tied around Sallie's back and neck, it's routine to go around the room, gathering plates and forks and knives, putting finishing touches on things.

It's even cause for a little smile, nigh imperceptible.

At least she's working on something.

[gavemea_45]

Sam rolls his eyes.

"Don't you ever think with anything but your stomach?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Yeah."

He gives Sam a dirty 'what the hell are you thinking' look.

"But you bitch up a storm when I talk about it."

Or when he checks his browser cache.

Some people just have no taste in porn.

[realmrsreynolds]

Even though Sallie's kitchen has a cut-out view to the dining room, the old woman is nowhere to be seen, from the boys' perspectives from the dining room table.

She'd crouched, stuffing her hands in her apron pockets as she looked for --

Her hand brushes metal and cord, and a pendant is pulled out, resting in her palm.

They want to help

They never want to help

They'd hurt before helping

The pendant goes around Sallie's neck, eyes closed until the pendant lands with a light tap against her sternum which lands like a ton of bricks.

The old woman's eyes snap open, and wrinkles pronounce as the woman moves

-- unsmiling -- there's no smiling here, ever -- even when she fakes it it never hits the eyes --

to pick up the utensils and the heavy ceramic pie dish, with a cheery: "Coming, boys."

[gavemea_45]

"If it's not too much trouble, Dean," Sam says, pointedly, "maybe we could start trying to figure out how to get that old medical bag back from Simon without either him or Kaylee figuring out what's going on."

A beat.

"Got any ideas?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Well, we could steal i--dude, do not even look at me like that."

Sometimes dealing with Sam is a pain in the ass.

Seriously.

"Sentimental value's out, dunno if they'd buy that Sallie left somethin' in it, and--"

[realmrsreynolds]

Walking through to the dining room has Sallie, pie pan in one hand, serving knife in the other.

"Dessert's up." In a cheerful tone that is lacking in a matching facial expression, Sallie's silver hair muted in the light from the lamps in the corner of the room. She starts walking around the back of Sam's chair toward the head of the table, presumably to serve.

The new accessory clinks gently against the buttons of Sallie's shirt.

[gavemea_45]

"Thanks, Sallie."

Sam tosses her a quick, distracted grin, but most of his attention stays on Dean.

"I dunno, man -- you could always get your new friend Ed to grab it. Simon'd probably think it was just another joke."

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