The Island of Newfoundland (Jeimu/Sal's reality), 3 PM, on a Tuesday:

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The sky is cloudy and grey, but it doesn't look like rain.

For this, Sal is grateful. She'd brought the giant behemoth of a maroon van out from the garage and was now dutifully vacuuming it. In her three year absence it had acquired a lot of dust, and several small insects littered the floor of the thing.

It was good to be back home - even if it was only for a little while. She wasn't sure how long she'd get to sleep in her old bed, to lounge in her old living room, and cheerfully answer the tourism enquiries of what seemed like a billion and one American tourists (most of whom were coerced into coming to this particular B&B by Jav).

She'd also spent the mornings watching Jeimu's friend Vic brandish a feather duster. He was an interesting character, this one...

Sal rooted around the garage, looking for her garden hose and some car wash soap. They were taking that van to Aubrey's Florida beach house to watch the launch, and she figured it wouldn't hurt for it to at least seem somewhat respectable.

She finally finds the hose and walks around to the side of the house to connect it.

And she shrieks when she notices a shimmery pattern in the air. She trips over a decorative stone and manages to sprawl out in front of the van in time to catch her balance.

"Why do you do this to me at the worst times, b'y?" she said under her breath.

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[i_salted_dean]

Sam and John both started at the shriek, hands going toward hidden weapons as they looked for the source. Sam instinctively moved behind the black Impala that came through the portal with them.

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Sal straightened herself up and gaped.

"WHAT THE **** IS A ****ING CAR DOING COMING THROUGH ONE OF YOUR ****ING PORTALS?!" she yelled at the sky.

She was so absorbed in watching a car manifest itself in her driveway that she didn't notice that people were coming through with the car.

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That made him blink and turn uncertainly to Leeroy, not sure what to think of someone who changed tacks so quickly.

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Sal sighed. So much for leaving Leeroy and what seemed to be his new squeeze alone.

[i_salted_dean]

Sam watched him go, then looked around. "He'll be okay. Need any help?"

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"That's fer sure," Leeroy interjected mildly. "Port aux Basques ain't dangerous."

[i_salted_dean]

"Yes, sir," she said automatically. "Leeroy, you show me around?"

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"'Course." Leeroy took her hand and sidestepped the sponges on the foot of the stairs, leading Sam up into the main part of the house.

[i_salted_dean]

"Asking questions is how I've stayed alive. That and God." She contemplated the picture of Jeimu in the orange suit, shivering slightly as she rememebered the night she'd died.

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"Yeah, that pic is mighty frightenin'," Leeroy said with a chuckle. "But honestly, I always knew Sal was different, and I just accepted it. Although I always did wonder how she came out of that ordnance locker explosion unscathed..."

[i_salted_dean]

"Sam taught me to sheild just before you came. Other than that...." She winced as someone nearby got really angry about something suddenly. "Oww."

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Sal slammed the front door, a loud monologue of Newfie invective streaming from her lips as she peeled off the sweatpants she was wearing to reveal the shorts she had on underneath.

"I @&%@@ing tipped over the @*#$@ing bucket," she said with a grin as she picked up the pants and walked toward the laundry room. "Want anythin' t' eat?" she called.

[i_salted_dean]

"What's normal?"

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"This's normal fer her," he said, craning his neck to see Sal where she stood out on the deck, facing the ocean and smoking like a chimney.

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"Batter," said Vic, sniffing it and adding a little more pepper.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam frowned at the big man, then blinked and looked at Leeroy, her hand closing around his as a faint blush showed on her cheeks.

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"It means," Sal said, stirring her pasta, "that Vic thinks that Leeroy ain't the smartest cookie in the pickle."

[i_salted_dean]

Sam cracked up, remembering the time she'd tried doing that to Dean while he slept.

"Yeah, yuck it up." Vic filled the sink and stuck his head in it.

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"Oh, lighten up," Sal said, stirring the pasta and putting a metal colander in the sink.

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Vic just chuckled and started making steak batter again.

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"See, but now ye've gotten 'er all riled up and then she'll hit ye where the sun don't shine if yer not careful," Leeroy interjected. "I'd watch it."

"I speaks from experience," he said to Sam.

[i_salted_dean]

"He have an apointment or something?" Sam knelt on the couch and leaned on the back to see if she could see the door.

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"No. He's just the kind o' guy who's gotta be doin' somethin' all the time." Leeroy shrugged. "Been that way forever."

[i_salted_dean]

Sam found a hidden place by a pile of firewood and started into a round of calesthenics, her face set and a little pale.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

He found her by the woodshed, working out. Doubtless Kurt's appearance had startled her. He wanted to check on her, to make sure she was all right, but he didn't want her to get angry at him for doing so, either.

Sam was a type who could definitely take care of herself. So he elected to let her do just that for the time being.

But he'd hang around just in case. He sat down in the doorway of the woodshed and waited.

[i_salted_dean]

-God, please help him. Crap, I hope I didn't actually hurt him,- he heard distinctly as she hesitated and tried to figure out what to do.

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"Help me git up n' git some ice an' I'll forgive ye," he said, smiling.

He didn't hold it against her. It was his fault he wasn't quick enough to get out of the way.