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

[i_salted_dean]

"Yeah," she said absently, indifferent as ever to the taste of food. Instead she studied the truck as she got out and locked the car door. "Do you know how to drive?"

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He laughed.

"'Course I knows how to drive! Just 'cause I wrapped Mu's car 'round a light pole that one time don't mean nothin'."

He locked his door and shut it, looking over the car at Sam.

"Why d'ye ask?"

[i_salted_dean]

"Just wondering." She vowed to drive the entire way to Montana.

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"Nuff talk," he proclaimed, walking toward the diner door. "More breakfast."

[i_salted_dean]

She shook her head and chuckled and followed.

[i_salted_dean]

((And they went on a long roadtrip and cleared out lots of spooks and had good times and bad times and dinged the car and broke a gun, and dropped Leeroy's keys down the sewer. And Sam started to think he was a pretty great friend. And maybe a little more....))