Sam's Earth: Detroit

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Leeroy had learned his lesson.

Never, ever swap the memory cards on Jeimu's PlayStation 2. And don't hide the one that had all her DDR save games on it.

She'd sworn up a storm and then opened up a portal in the living room and kicked him through it. Now he was here, in a strange bar in a strange city. He didn't feel too concerned, Mu would bring him back when she decided he deserved to set foot on Newfoundland again.

But while he was here there was only one thing to do.

"What d'ye got fer beers, b'y?" he asked the bartender.

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The leatherclad woman looked at him from under her dyed purple forelock, then pointed to the list on a blackboard behind the bar.

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"Thanks," Leeroy grunted. "Guess I'll have a Budweiser."

It arrived, and he took a swig and almost gagged. The shabla stuff tasted like water. He sighed.

Mu, if you can hear me, I promise to never, ever do it again, he thought fervently.

Jeimu's laughter came through his mind almost immediately. You're going to stay right the $#@% there until I feel like you've had enough time to think on what you've done.

Yeah, but... but...

His mind was silent. She was ignoring him. He sighed again and took another swig of the horrible beer that probably wasn't worth the money he paid for it.

[i_salted_dean]

Sam kicked the thing away from her, then whipped up the shotgun and let it have the blast full in the face, whirling and chambering another round into the magazine even before it had disinegrated. The other one hung back a bit, but the smell of the blood that flowed from a clawmark on the side of her face was too enticing and it sprang. Sam went down to one knee and blasted it too, then got to her feet and ran toward where the other one had dragged the girl, her eyes narrowed in determination.

The blond was still alive when she got there, but bug-eyed with terror.

"Bite it!" called Sam, reloading swiftly.

Frightened blue eyes rolled back and closed as the thing snarled at her and grasped the girl possesively.

-God, I could really use a little help here.- Sam wished for the knife that one of the others had knocked down the manhole earlier. She also wished that her muscles didn't feel made of water.

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He heard what souunded like a gunshot shatter the night and stiffened, pressing himself against the alley wall instinctively, and wishing that he had his Deece in hand.

What the fierfek was that? he wondered, rounding the corner and coming upon a very strange spectacle indeed.

A girl, wielding a shotgun, shooting at the mist. Except it wasn't exactly mist. Leeroy honestly couldn't see what she was shooting at, but it was there. He didn't know how he could tell, but he could. She screamed at her invisible assailants and reloaded her gun faster than anyone he'd ever seen before.

He crouched back against the wall, wondering if he should intervene when he was both unarmed and unable to see the things that were attacking.

Before he could come to a decision, the girl moved, and he saw another girl, this one a blond, cowering further back down the alley, who sat rigid with fear for a moment before falling unconscious.

He felt powerless to do anything. He wasn't even sure if he should speak. But judging by how the blond girl was slumped as though in mid-air, she was being held in such a way that if whatever it was was human, the gun girl should have a clear shot if she moved...

"T' yer left! He's open t' yer left!" He stood up and pointed. "Shoot 'im there!"

[i_salted_dean]

"Norepinephrine," she said, glancing toward the sirens and seeing that the blond had bolted. "Adrenaline to combat the toxins from the claws." She turned back to him and looked into his eyes. "A trip to the hospital would be a good thing right now."

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"Claws? I didn' see no claws." He shivered. "An' where would I find me a hospital, b'y?"

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She ignored him as she backed the Impala out of that alley, then pulled forward into another one and drove toward the place on the edge of the city where she'd been parking at night. "What do you mean, this isn't your world?"

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"I ain't from here, I got shoved through a portal, I'm from a diff'rent reality... take yer pick. I got lots."

He folded his arms gingerly across his chest and scowled.

Things were going very osik'la very fast.

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She looked at him curiously. "Most people who'd been attacked by one of those would be sick right now."

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"What was it, anyway?" Leeroy rubbed his shoulder. It still hurt, but it was more of an annoying pain than anything.

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"In the car." She put the Impala back in gear and resumed the journey to the edge of town, focusing all her attention into driving in a straight line.

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"Uh... why don't I stay in the car, b'y? Yer the one who looks like she could use some more sleep."

Sam did look tired. And very disturbed. She was also doing a poor job of hiding it, but Leeroy was well attuned to people and their body language.

A few hours later

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The TV nattered quietly, flashing pictures of war and bad weather. Night silence had fallen over the rest of the room.

Then Sam moaned in her sleep, her face creasing in distress. She gasped and cried out, then began to thrash weakly.

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Leeroy awoke without moving; his eyelids sliding open were the only movement he made. He looked over at Sam, who seemed to be in the throes of a nightmare.

At least now I know she's gonna stay alive.

He sat there for a few moments, watching.

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"It was a memory." She tucked her arms between her legs and body, still shaking badly.

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"I understand."

And he did, but he simply chose not to dwell on that fact. Instead he looked at Sam with genuine concern in his eyes. "Is there anything you need?" he asked.

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She sighed and absently let one hand rest on the arm that went in front of her. "I don't remember that; I was only a few months old. But I remember Jessie. He'd stayed on the couch in my dorm that night to be there if the nightmares got too bad. And they got too bad. They got him." Then she blinked and realized that she was still wearing her sneakers and kicked one off before pulling up the leg of her jeans and removing the other by the simple means of removing her artificial leg and kicking it away from her.

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"And how'd that happen?" Leeroy looked down at Sam's left leg. "Did ... they do it?"

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She turned her head and frowned at him. "You mean an alternate? From another reality?"

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"Yes n' no," Leeroy said. "See, he died and woke up somewhere else. But he was the exact same person."

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"Yeah?" She quirked a grin. "Great how?"

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"I got t' see the most beautiful place I ever saw, I got to see my family again... it was good. We was all separated and then we come back together..." He blinked rapidly and sighed. "I sounds like a dweeb, I knows."

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"What did?" She relaxed slightly.

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"My shoulder." He turned his head to look at it and grinned. "Lookit that, 's all gone. Nice job."

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"Yes, b'y," he said to himself again. "But that was a new shirt."

He tried his best to look sternly at her.

[i_salted_dean]

"It had holes in it." She snorted, then looked around. "How'd I wind up in here?"

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"What do you mean?" She looked up. "I just track them and kill them."

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"How d'you track 'em if ye can't see 'em?" He paused and looked at Sam. "Unless ye can..." He shook his head. He couldn't remember half of what Sam may have told him prior to her passing out.

"Can ye see 'em, b'y?"

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She hesitated, torn between the thought of human company and the fear of losing someone else, then threw up a quick pray for his protection and said, "Do you want to come with untill she does? Or do you have to stay here?"

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"I don't think I'm stuck," Leeroy said with a smile. "Why don't I come wit' ye?"

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After a bit Sam walks over to the office and drops the key through the mail slot, then pauses under the rain to tip her head back and enjoy it before jogging to the Impala and opening the driver's door.

"Dean would hurt you for getting that much water in his car," she noted as she reached over to unlock the passenger door.

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"Yeah, well, is he here to get mad at me?" He grinned. To most people that grin would be very disarming.

[i_salted_dean]

"Roundup, Montana." She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel in time to the beat of the music. "They're having trouble with what looks like a @#$%&off Indian ghost."

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"I sees." He looks at her. "An' how long will this take?"

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Both her eyebrows lifted. Then she grimaced and nodded. "It's only gonna smear under the squeegee, isn't it?"

Taking care of the Impala had always been Dean's job.

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"It might." Leeroy appraised the squished thing again. "I s'pose I could try to peel it off..."

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She got in and absently fastened her seatbelt, then drove into the nearest spot in the crowded parking lot, feeling like a midget between two big trucks. "Looks like there's going to be a line up for breakfast."

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"Oh well," Leeroy said with a shrug. "Breakfast'll taste that much better, then."