The Phoenix Bluff Bed and Breakfast, Port aux Basques (aka Sal's Place)

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Leeroy was sleeping soundly for what might be the first time since arriving on the island.

It was entirely possible that the prospect of six weeks' worth of no work as Sal re-assumed captain's role upon the Lukey (which meant that the trawler was undergoing a fresh round of repairs and a complete refitting, most of which would be done by Sal herself) was relieving much of the stress that he had been feeling lately.

Or maybe it was due to what happened the afternoon immediately following Jeimu's launch - when what he had come to know (although perhaps not as intimately as some of his friend) as the very presence of God had touched his brothers, instilling in them a sense of forgiveness.

All things told, he had lately felt a lot less responsible for everyone's well being. Or, rather, almost everyone.

He still wasn't entirely sure where things stood between he and Sam - she had her line of work and he was constantly worried about her - but, nonetheless, the two of them were spending an awful lot of their free time together.

She'd said she was leaving Port aux Basques early in the morning; and so it was his intent to wake up to see her off.

But for now, he slept.

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[i_salted_dean]

She nodded and took his hand to head for the door and the car she'd bought and outfitted over the past days. The Impala was staying behind, safe in the garage with maroon van.

"Yer just lettin' 'em go?" Jav lifted his head slightly to watch them.

[fire-in-flight.livejournal.com]

Sal looked strangely somber.

"Yes, b'y."

[random_xtras]

He watched his brother and new sister in law pass out of the house and glanced at Jeimu. "They're coming back, right?"

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"Well, they better come back for Christmas or I'll go get them myself and make them come..."

Jeimu paused. "But no. I think he's going with her for good this time."

Meanwhile, down in the driveway, Leeroy was inspecting the old Buick that Sam had reconfigured into her newest assault machine. There were countless compartments concealed in every nook and cranny of the car, and many of the crash panels were now silver alloys.

"This's impressive," he said. "How'd you do that, anyway?"

[i_salted_dean]

"The same way Dad and Dean did it to the Impala," she said, slipping into the driver's seat and pulling the door closed.

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He got into the passenger's seat, and likewise shut his door, feeling a new adventurous thrill go through him as he realized that here he was, married to Sam, and here they went, going who-knows-where.

"They wants to know if we'll be comin' back," he said after a few moments silence.

[i_salted_dean]

"Lord willing." She hung a hand over the top of the steering wheel and tapped it thoughtfully, then fastened her seatbelt and turned on the tapedeck to let out the blaring strains of Metallica. -Ready when you are, Jeimu.-

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She came trotting down the stairs with a grin on her face. -I absolutely love Enter Sandman.-

She moved to the front of the car and raised her hands, opening a portal right in front of the vehicle. She then turned and walked away from it, pausing only to kick the Buick cheerfully in the rear bumper as a send off.

-Remember: Christmas. And Sal's wedding. And my wedding. And call if you need anything.-

[i_salted_dean]

Sam waved aknowledgement, then quirked a grin at Leeroy and drove through, a last few notes of music seeming to linger behind them for a moment before fading.