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]

"Dude," Dean says, maybe a little louder than he meant to (or maybe not), "Tell me you don't think these scalpels are gonna turn into some kinda tree or something."

He looks up, and while he sounds flippant, his expression is anything but.

"Because that's pretty batshit. I'm just sayin'."

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie watched as Dean tore through the plant beds, Sam chasing down Dorothy's help all the while, as if the entire event was on the Cortex in some drama.

When Dean carefully plucks two scalpel blades out of the ground -- long things, an antique style meant to have a handle slid over the blunt end for use -- she stares at the gardener being led back from the field.

"What did you do?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"Nothin'."

It's a quiet response, and the young man was never so still since the Winchesters have seen him. He rolls his eyes upward again, gesturing toward the house.

"She did."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean's eyebrows go up.

It really doesn't do anything for the stone-cold look on his face.

"Since I'm guessing your bosslady doesn't grow a five o'clock shadow every night--"

Because really. Ew.

"You're gonna tell us who she cut up."

[gavemea_45]

"I think we already know."

Sam looks grimly resigned. To the gardener,

"And I'm guessing she doesn't, does she?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"Not...I don't think so. I hope not."

A frantic look to Sam, then Dean, but it lands on Sallie and sticks.






"Don't tell her."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Weren't plannin' on it."

Unless we have to.

"Dean, can you -- ?" Pointing to the scalpel blades, thumbing toward the hovercraft. "...I think it's time we left."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean casts one quick look back at Dorothy's place.

He kinda wants to throw a Christo at her, just to be sure.

But the gardener ain't dead yet, which means demons aren't too likely.

Still.

"Yeah," he says, levering himself up, "sounds like a plan."

He tucks the scalpels away, careful not to cut himself or his clothes.

He's only got so many pairs of pants.

[gavemea_45]

While Dean's putting the blades away, Sam quietly says to the gardener,

"Mrs. Reynolds just wanted to help her friend, and so we came to help her find out what happened to Dr. Gaetano. That's all. If you don't say anything about this, neither will we."

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie can't think of a response. It's easier to just walk away, climb into the hovercraft to go home --

To not look at those -- those weapons.

They look familiar to her.

She'll tell Sam and Dean as much as they go back to the house.