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The Librarian: Lost in the Interior
Date of Scene: 13 February 2019
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Sam and Willow stop at a diner after getting lost, and get a chance to relax and chat. A rarity in their lives.
Cast of Characters: Sam Winchester, Willow Rosenberg
Tinyplot: The Librarian


Sam Winchester has posed:
They were lost. It was snowing, and they were hungry so when a diner appeared out of the snow, Sam didn't question, he just pulled up outfront before checking the name on the glowing neon sign.

It read: Crossroads Diner

"Oh great," Sam says his face lit by the glowing red of the sign. "This is not going to end well."

He reaches for the keys to get the Cricket started again, only to remember, they were in the middle of nowhere, they'd run out of sandwiches, and who knew how far it was to the next place to eat. Plus, with the snow piling up, that motel a half-mile back looked like a decent option rather than trying to push the cricket through the storm.

"So, what do you think?" Sam says looking over to Willow. "Do we chance it?" he asks.

There were a few patrons inside, chowing away and Sam's stomach treacherously rumbled, giving its unasked for opinion.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow has *that look* upon her face. The look that eons of directionally unchallenged people have always worn when faced with the directionally inept.

"I told you we wanted to turn left back at 168."

Her gaze is turned out towards the garish neon sign, and the dinner that looked like it came out of some bad B horror flick... "I think it's cold. And dark. And we're out of food. And I have no money. And we're lost." Willow's litany ends there, her figers pocketing the three coins in her jacket pocket - coins she's only just now found by virtue of exploring a hole in the bottom of said pocket. "My phone battery is at 19% and the laptop at 40. You got enough for coffee?"

She pulls her hand out of her pocket to reveal two quatters and a dime. "I got this."

Sam Winchester has posed:
"But the map said..." Sam begins but they've already had that fight. It was pointless to have it again. At least until they're fed and had better light to examine said map.

Sam takes in Willow's litany with a nod. "Yeah, but what I'm saying is it could be evil."

He looks over at the place, it was possible, but on the other hand that buger the dude in the flanel had, looked really good.

His stomach rumbled again.

"Screw it, I'll bring the kit," he says meaning his bag in the back of the car with all his hunter stuff. "And I've got money for more than coffee," he unbuckles his seatbelt and yanks the keys from the ignition. "I've got money for burgers."

Opening the car door and letting in a gust of cold snow laden air, Sam steps out of the car groaning with relief as he stretches his legs, thinking not for the first time he should have gotten a bigger car.

He peeks his head into the car, asking, "Coming?" before he closes the door and heads around to the back to open the trunk and get the kit.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"I've got money for burgers," Willow minces uncharitably - because hangry little redhead here. "Let me guess your friend is paying for everything?"

For some resason Willow makes it sound like someone else footing the bill (she has no clue it's SHIELD.. or that technically she's working for SHIELD at the moment.. and HEY! why wasn't she getting paid as well, huh?) is some sort of egregious sin, or affront to her dignity. Possibly because it smacked of Underhanded stuff. Or Sam being a kept man (though why should that bother her? Other than maybe Buffy..) Or.. she wasn't sure why it bothered her, but it did.

She shoves her fist back into her jacket pocket and lets the change fall into the lining again, and grabbing up her laptop satchel, declares, "I want a shake, too. And fries. Both, and a burger. Maybe two burgers. And pie for dessert."

All defiantly given like she expects he's not only going to protest, but ask where she packs it all away.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam sticks his tongue out at Willow as she mocks him. "Yeah, yeah, if you don't like it stay in the car, I'll grab a booth by the window so you can watch," he says but he's smiling as he does.

He enjoyed the banter.

"And who else?" he says of the bill. "Can't hunt the book if we're starved in some ditch somewhere."

He hoists his kit bag onto his shoulder and shakes his head as he listens to Willow's meal plan. "Pie. Why is it always pie?" he murmurs to himself, before giving a little shrug and holding the door open for Willow. "Sure though, whatever you want," he says before the whole where does she put it thing comes to mind. "You're not stocking up for the road are you? We've got plenty of money for the trip."

He knew /that/ was going to go over well, but then that was the point.

Like he said, he liked the banter.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"I don't know," Willow mutters. "Your friend is very suspiciousl How do I knew we ca trust her?" Meaning, how does Willow know *she* can trust her. After all, Sam had displayed a distinctly shady side. Then again, she /was/ hungry, and it /was/ cold and wet and dark out. And she really needed to plug her devices in, not to mention check to see if anything had changed while they were wandering around, lost.

She's a tiny bit abashed to have to admit she didn't think of stocking up for the road, and had fully planned on eating all that food by herself. "Noooo And just what is wrong with pie anyway? Are you some member of the pie haters of America club?"

Willow dutifully trudges after Sam as he leads to the diner, and up the single wooden step that seemed to be ubiquitous with such things. "Can we order some for the road? Since your friend is paying and all."

Sam Winchester has posed:
"What, May doesn't look trust worthy?" Sam asks her continuing to needle. "Because she is, trust me on that. Unless," he pauses for effect. "You don't trust me?"

He follows her into the diner, and glances around checking corners, giving a casual glance at the patrons as he enters.

"Just sick of it, my brother orders it /everywhere/," he says emphatically.

"And sure, grab a couple extra things for the road, and two of everything you listed on the way in, except the pie. I'll get cake if they've got it, I'm just going to check out the bathrooms. Let them know I'll be right back."

Sam heads off to the washrooms scanning the place as he does making sure they hadn't walked into some sort of demonic ambush.

The waitress behind the counter, looks tired and world worn but says, "Your man's a tall one, ain't he?" she says watching Sam go. "Anyhow, what can I get you two tonight?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow sidles close enough to Sam that she only need whisper, "You gave me your bus pass. That you paid for." As though /that/ and /that/ alone explained her reservations about everything.

She grabs a seat near the only plugin she can see, a seat in the furthest corner from the washrooms.

"Huh?" Willow blinks at the waitress. "I guess he's tall?"

She starts in on their order, doubling her selection, figuring it would cover Sam as well. "Plus we'd like some sandwiches packed to go, and what kind of pies do you have? Can you order like a whole pie? Or just slices. Or! Oh! I know, I know! A whole pie made with slices of all the pies you have."

Willow happily claps her hands together. Because reasons.

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Riight," Sam says in reply. Clearly, he misses the finer details of Willownomics.

"I'd say," the woman says of Sam as he ducks under the washroom sign do his inspection.

The waitress writes down all the food, letting out a low whistle. "And here Jerry in the back thought it was going to be a slow night," she says shaking her head.

That last order though brings a smile to her lips. "A pie made of slices of other pies?" she asks, she gives a glance back to the pie case before looking back to Willow and nodding. "We can do that."

"Anything else?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow smiles brightly at the waitress. "Nope. That will be good. But if you could keep the pie thing a secret? I kinda want to surprise him. He was just saying how pies remind him of his brother - and he's been missing him a lot lately."

Willow knew excatly how evil all that was, and totally told herself that it was okay, because nothing she was saying was a lie.

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Sure thing sweetie," the waitress says wandering back to place the order. "Oh," she says as she pauses on her way. "Wifi password is done deal, all one word."

Then she's off to rouse Jerry to make their food.

Sam makes his way back slipping into the otherside of the booth. "Looks safe," Sam says setting down his kit bag, but leaving the flap open for easy access. "Order the food?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Mmm?" Willow looks up from plugging in and logging on. "Oh, food. Yeah. The waitress is really nice. She's gone off to wake Jerry and get our stuff made. I hope you like chocolate shakes?"

She takes a moment to consider Sam. He is tall. Very tall. Sure, she's noticed it before, but she'd never really thought about it a whole lot until this moment.

"Do girls always fall all over themselves over you?"

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam slips into his seat shifting a little to get his legs settled comfortably. Everything always felt a couple of inches too short. "Chocolate's alright," he says. "Not much of a junk food guy, but tonight after all that driving I think I've earned a cheat day."

That moment of consideration has him nervous. "What?" he checkes his jacket. "Did I get something on me?"

Then she asks him about being tall and if girls fall all over him.

"What? No. A little? Maybe? That's really more Dean's thing," he says suddenly flustered. "I mean, I haven't seen anyone in like two years if that's what you mean. And even then it was very short term." What with her turning into a werewolf and having to shoot her. "But not really? I don't know. I'm no Lord Whatshisface the British Adonis or whatever."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Lord Whatsisface.. OH.. Oh." Willow giggles at Sam. "You were bothered she liked him See. I knew it. I knew you liked her."

Willow shrugs matter of factly. "Everyone likes Buffy best. I guess if your brother gets all the attention I can see how that bothers you. The waitress likes you, I think." She might be a little old for him (in Willow's eyes) but he still might find it flattering.

"I haven't seen anyone either in.. oh gosh. Well, it was highschool, and a big mess." Again she gives Sam that quizical look. "Maybe you just don't notice girls noticing you."

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Hey," Sam says of being bothered, "I didn't say that." But he had been. "And I don't know. I liked Buffy, sure, but I am not sure if I really /liked/ her, you know what I mean?"

The waitress brings their shakes and Sam takes a sip to let her get some distance before he continues.

"Just didn't really connect," he slurps more chocolate shake. It was good. Realizing the comment about the waitress suddenly. "Really?" he looks, but doesn't look long. "Huh... where was I. I mean when we were out hunting it was all buisness, plus, when you and I are talking shop you could just see her eyes glaze over, like 'kill me now'," he gives a shrug and a chuckle. "Anyhow probably for the best she found Lord Fauntleroy."

The comment about noticing girls noticing him, earns a concerned frown. "Really?" he asks her. He leans in. "Have there been? I mean, girls noticing me?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow knows the 'looked right past me' thing all too well. With Buffy around, Willow was pretty much just another piece of second hand furniture. Which was okay, she supposed. Sam was right, though, Buffy really did tune out the talking shop stuff.

"She's a Slayer. I'm not sure she's supposed to be interested in all that other stuff. And you have more in common with her than you do me. I think you sell yourself short."

However, Adonis man had come along, making most of these arguments moot. Not that Buffy was dating him (that she knew of) but it was pretty clear Sam ranked further down the totem pole than Adonis did. "She appreciate what I do when she needs me? I mean, she's not really /that/ snobby. She just doesn't get those bits. I think it frustrates her."

The way that maths and scieces frustrated most people. Sure, they were useful and all, but unless you were checking your change at the grocery store, did we really need all that much more? Okay, Willow would say we did, but Willow was really an anomally, and was balancing a first year course load of electives that most people only took because they were forced to, trying to find where she wanted to specialize and still finding, after a full semester, that she couldn't make up her mind.

"Say, do you think there's ever such a thing of too many majors? I mean, if you were going to write up a proposal to the Dean, what would be a reasonable cutoff? 3? 4?"

Of course Sam pulls a 'boy' leaving Willow to sigh over a sip of her shake. "Lots of girls notice you. I can't believe you need someone to tell you that."

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Oh sure, she's more about putting pointy things in vampire hearts, but, I don't know I guess it was disapointing is all," Sam says explaining while drinking his shake. "And no way, we've got way more in common. I mean you're the person I'm talking shop with when Buffy's eyes glaze over," he chuckles. "We're both the nerdy second fiddle," he says adding to the list. "Oh! And we both like girls. So, yeah, we definitely have more in common."

Sam glances towards the counter looking relieved when he sees their waitress loading up a tray with all their food.

"Yeah, I can understand that, Dean's the same way, he's just more rude about it," he says with a shake of his head. "But I know he's jealous." There's a smile for that.

Willow's question has him coughing when their food arrives, Sam helps get it on the table and takes another sip of his shake. "Wow, 3 or 4 majors? What subjects?" he looks to the waitress. "Thanks," he says trying not to smile too broadly and lead the woman on.

"Really? Like who?" he asks leaning across the table to steal Willow's fry. "That's because turning right was absolutely the right direction," he informs her with a sage nod.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow stirs her milkshake with her straw. "I don't just like girls."

She stops fiddling with her straw, realizing he doesn't see the irony of complaining that he got overlooked as she's pointing out that /everyone/, including him, over looks her for Buffy.

"What's your brother like, anyway," Willow asks. She's seen Buffy and Dawn together, and been an almost sibling to them, but ultimately, Willow is an oly child, and lives vicariously through the sibs of others.

She's not sure, though, if he's making fun of her over the majors bit. "Maths. Chemistry. Computer Science. Toying a little with Physics.." Whe he steals her fry, though, she's pretty sure he was just teasing her about her courseload and not asking seriously. "Probably easier to go with who isn't. That trucker over by the window doesn't care. The maid at the hotel did. Three teens at the last place we gassed up noticed. Can we talk about something else now?"

Sam Winchester has posed:
Brows shooting up, Sam says, "Wait, I thought when we met you said you liked girls, I mean you'd dated guys in the past but you liked girls now." Or at least that was how he took it, which had kept Willow firmly off his radar.

"Anyhow don't have to answer, not really my business, I guess," he takes a long sip of his milkshake.

"Dean? He's a jerk," Sam says with a grin, "But he's looked out for me for like forever, still thinks he has to, which okay, nice and all, but also, super annoying. He's the guy who would be getting noticed if he was around and he'd be noticing right back."

The fry thing? That... well Sam wasn't sure what it was, but he couldn't shake the whole 'pulling pig tails at recess' vibe to it. As for the majors, that had been serious, "Wow, tough four. You going to keep doing your stuff with after school too?" he says trying to gauge things properly. "You know, hanging around with me, helping Buffy out, studying with that warlock guy?" he asks her.

He boggles a little at how many people noticed him but quickly agrees, "Totally fine, rather talk about your school plans anyhow, because, ambitious."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"I'm complicated," Willow declares, cheeks a rosy pink as she reaches for the ketchup to drown her fries in. It's a good thing Sam has his own plate of them, unless he, too, likes a little fries with his ketchup. "Anyway, it's not important. It's not like people have to chose."

She pours a liberal amount of the stuff on her fries. Peers at them some. Shakes salt and pepper over the concoction and declares them edible.

"Besides, I was trying to set you up with Buffy. Who isn't a jerk, but she is a little single minded. She's my best friend. We've been friends forever, I think. Sometimes she's a bit gruff, but she'd jump in and stop a monster for you without thinking twice. It's just the kind of person she is."

Willow smiles to herself as she says that. And, it wasn't like Buffy did't have her lighter moments - they'd just been fewer the longer she'd been at the whole Slayer thing. Which was why Willow was trying to set her beste up in the first place.

Still thinking he's joking about the school thing. "I know. Keener. Brown noser. Geek. Nerd. I've heard them all. Going to school was supposed to be easy." She sighs in the way that only a semi-genius who can't make up her mind can't.. or, you know, most girls she knew fussed over 'Ruby Red' and 'Dorothy Red' lipstick, agonizing over which one to choose.

She doesn't answer about John yet. Or those studies. Because that was a whole other layer to add into things.

Sam Winchester has posed:
"I'd say," Sam says teasing. "But you're right, nobody has to choose, sorry I brought it up, just surprised me is all, I thought... anyhow doesn't matter," he says eyes slipping down to fries being drowned in ketchup and the rest. "Was only planning on stealing the one fry if all of that's to protect them from me."

"True, you were, and hey, never said Buffy was a jerk, just Dean," he adds. "And yeah, I know she's a good person, just doesn't seem like it's going to work out." Or get off the ground. "You're not disapointed are you?"

Snorting Sam says, "I was straight A student with a ridiculous LSAT score who wanted to be a tax lawyer, I think all of those apply on this side of the table too," he says pointing at himself. "What's hard for-" he begins thinking she meant the classes. "Right, the choosing, the choosing is the hard part, isn't it?" he shakes his head, sure he was smart but if that was the hard part for Willow she was a whole other league. "Anyhow, I'd say take the three you're sure about at least, I mean, if your school lets you."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"You thought...?" Willow cheerfully grabs one of her fries, scoops more ketchup on it, and munches with a sigh - putting paid to rest any idea she was drowining the poor things to keep them from him. "What? Oh, no. Sometimes I like to add gravy too. A dash of vinegar. Buffy thinks it's gross."

Willow stops herself from taking another. "Is it gross? I mean, you have fries, too, right? It's okay?" Suddenly feeling guilty for her peculiar culinary choices.

"I was a bit," she admits when the topic slides back to Buffy. "I guess I thought it would have been neat. You're a Hunter. She's the Slayer. It writes itself." Then she grins. "At least she didn't dump you for your brother?" Guessing he got a lot of that.

"I had a bunch of scholarships. I don't know. They'd have meant leaving Buffy. And my magic. It was really hard to decide. All I ever wanted was to be really, really good at something. I kind of feel like I'm letting everyone down staying and going to Bludhaven U." She makes a small, mandatory 'rah' sound, complete with the school's hand motion. "Why did you want to go into law? Is it the whole life on the road without any rules thing? Trying to make up for it? Because I have to say, you'd have been better to go into accounting for that. And they make comparable money to a lawyer depending on how good you are. Well, I suppose really if you're looking at that, actuarial sciences are even more defined - and they're always in demand."

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Thought you were strictly girls only," Sam supplies, cheeks colouring a little. "So when Buffy countered the whole set up thing saying we should date I guess she wasn't totally joking."

He'd definitely thought she was, and honestly that whole protest had been his first sign he and Buffy wasn't going to work.

He laughs about the fries and manages to steal one through all the goop. "Not gross," he confirms as he looks away to chew. "You should see the stuff Dean eats, that," he gestures at Willow's fries "Is not bad."

Though that doesn't stop him from only putting a bit of salt and vinegar on his own fries. He flicks his tray towards Willow. "Fair is fair," he says offering to let her steal.

"Yeah, there was symetry there, but didn't feel like a lot of chemistry," he shrugs then rolls his eyes about at the idea of being thrown over for Dean. "Only all the time ever," he says before holding up a finger. "But never tell him I said that. Can't let him know he gets to me."

"Well, you can still be really, really good at magic, or you know, Math, Computer Science and Chemistry," he says with a grin. "But I get it choosing your friends rather than some shiny big future at a top school. Heck, I pretty much did the same thing to go looking for my dad. Was going to get into Stanford Law but gave it up for places like this and all the horror I can stomach," he scratches at the shaggy hair at the side of his head. "You pretty much hit the nail on the head there, though, with why I wanted to study law, trying to make up what things were like growing up, have the most normal life possible, so, tax lawyer."

"Though on the big school thing, why not Columbia? It's ivy, and it's close to where you live," Sam takes a bite of one of his own fries for a change. "Thinking about going there myself, I talked to their law school, they liked my LSAT scores..." he gives a little shrug.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Actually," Willow says quietly, with a frown, "I don't know why she said that. Other than I think she was saying she wasn't interested in the nicest way possible. I guess I'm sorry about that. I mean, it made sense? Maybe people aren't that easy."

Willow, it should be noted, really didn't get human dynamics all that well. She does watch Sam doctor his fries - for some value of doctor - and happily takes one of his, dipping it into her ketchup.

"It was naked," she explains. "And I guess I didn't go to Columbia because of Buffy." Willow considers. "I don't know. She's always been the star, you know? What if I got there and I was just a little fish in a big pond? You hear about it all the time. Plus, well, it is easier to study my magic this way." Adding, while averting her gaze, because embarrassed, "Top 1% in America on my SATS."

Which doesn't explain her small fish in a big pond comment unless you knew of her upbringing.. Or how truly often she was compared to Buffy and found wanting. Everyone knew the Slayer. Willow? Just a geeky sidekick.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam blinks for a moment, suddenly blushing. "Yeah. Probably that, or just to shut us up, we were nerding pretty hard at the time."

"I think you confused naked with not drowning," Sam teases as he takes one of his fries and dips it in Willow's ketchup chewing thoughtfully before he pours a little pond of ketchup into his burger basket to dip his fries into. Chewing, he considers her problem. "I think that's college though, little fish big pond. It's not like high school where everyone knows you," he says, or in his case, knows you're the wierd new kid that people say lives in a car. "That's sort of the beauty of it, nobody's watching, you get to be you and figure out what you want and then find a part of the pond to fit into."

He can't argue about the magic though, that was sort of a niche thing.

Though that score has Sam coughing, "Wait, top what percent?" he asks her.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"I guess it was better this way," Willow says of Buffy gracefully (or gracelessly depending upon your point of view) declining interest in Sam, by diverting his attention to Willow 'the unavailable'. "Anyway, I tried. It didn't work."

She shrugs like 'what's a girl to do?' and carries on munching fries, listening. Head tilted to one side while she considers what he says. "Nobody really knows me or cares who I am at Bludhaven. Or, if they do, I'm just Willow they knew back at school in Sunnydale, so it's not like I'm missing out on that experience."

Though when he chokes on her score, her cheeks flush as she repeats it in a smaller voice, "Top 1%. I probably could have done better, but I was distracted."

She says it, not as a brag, but as an apology.

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Guess so," Sam says after a moment. "Anyhow, thanks for trying."

"Well then, there's that," he says. "And nobody really cares who anyone is at college, they're way too big, don't worry about it too much. Wherever you go, you'll make your own way."

As for the score, says, "Are you apologizing? That's amazing. So when you said you got scholarship offers, you got like literally, all the offers didn't you?"

Carrying on he asks, "And what distracted you?" he was curious about whatf could knock her off her game.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow looks guilty, "Yale. Harvard. MIT. Oxford. Some others. Not really a big deal."

Because she's not quite sure what to say at this point about it all. It probably sounded strange to hear she gave that up for Buffy; that or Willow was outright lying about her scores and offers.

"I was trying to figure out an antitdote to a potion I messed up. I really suck at potions. And I was worried about how disappointed my parents were going to be that I'd worked on that instead of studying that last few hours." - It wasn't like her parents knew about Willow's continuig 'occult' activities; nor did they have quite the expectations of Willow that Willow believed they did. Sure, they wanted her to do well, but somewhere along the line Willow had confused their praise for her marks with a measure of their love for her.

It was complicated.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam just meets that guilty look grinning, "Right, no big deal," he says nodding. "Don't know what's got you worried about all this, I think it's pretty awesome. You know, that you got it, and that you were willing to give it all up to help your friend and you know, save the world."

There's no confusion or mistrust there, just a nod of respect. "Guess I should stop whining about what I had to give up and do the same for my family. Besides, the world needs hunters more than they need another lawyer."

He smiles though about the distraction. "Sounds like the opposite of me, I'd mess up some ward or whatever, because my head was on a school problem and my dad'd give me hell." He shakes his head and lifts his milkshake.

"To very strange lives."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
And just like that, it's okay.

With a grin, Willow lifts her shake and clinks it to Sam's. "To very strange lives. But if these were potions, we'd not be so quick to bink our glasses like that. Though I'm a lot better than what I was."

She sips, then carries on, "It's so weird. You'd think if you're smart about one thing that it would be easy to be smart about something else. Potions are just.. it's like uderstanding girls who dress to impress the boys, or pore over fashion magazines. I mean, I can read the formula and follow the steps, but it always feels like something is missing."

And her haphazard results would seem to prove that statement out.

More seriously, "I don't know. You were already there when you left for your family. You knew exactly what you were missing. What did I give up? A piece of paper that said come here, we want you? It was an idea. It's easy to give up ideas."

Then she giggles. "How can you be bad at wards? They're just words." Blythely, she rattles off the beginning of some minor protection spell the way most kids recite the alphabet at full speed. "Wanna hear it backwards?" That.. might be a tease?

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam grins as they clink glasses. "Yeah? So what'd happen? Explode? Turn into newts? Just how bad are we talking about?" he says teasing lightly.

"We've all got our challenges, maybe yours is potions?" he posits with a shrug. "Happens to everyone, just maybe not about potions," he says because hey, how many people knew potions were really a thing.

He ponders her point, "Yeah, okay, I buy that it was just a dream not a reality you were giving up," he says. "Still has to suck sometimes right? Wondering what could have been?" He lets out a sigh. "I do that sometimes, wondering what life would be like if my dad hadn't taken us on the road. I'd probably be in Kansas helping people with their taxes, instead of stuck in the snow in the middle of nowhere with you," a beat. "So maybe things didn't turn out so badly after all.," he laughs. "But yeah I still wonder."

The last part, gets a laugh and a fry lobbed at Willow. "Show off, and how do you know saying it backwards won't send us to a world where our lives are just TV shows or something stupid like that."

Sam shakes his head and has a bite of his burger. While he's distracted the waitress tries to get Willow's attention holding up the pie made of other pies, mouthing "Now?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Weellllll," Willow admits with a cringe. "I have a friend who is probably never going to be just a friend anymore." The pained look imparts that she probably doesn't mean said friend blew up or died. "She was really the one who knew potions. It's a long story. But yeah, they could blow up."

Or worse.

She tries to be casual about the other, though. "I guess it sucks? Kinda late to worry about it now. Besides, it's not so bad, right? I mean, I could be over in England right now practicing my silly accents." Accents, not walks. "Instead I'm here, stuck in the middle of nowhere with a directionally challenged giraffe."

She might need to work on witty insults.

"They were the first things I learned," Willow says of showing off. Easy to memorize. I'm even better at strings of numbers and mathematical formulae. Besides, unless you muck up your diction, saying them backwards is pretty safe."

She's still grinnning at that as she nods to the waitress. Yes. Now.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam seems to follow that she doesn't mean blow up but he's damn curious. "What happened?" he asks leaning in with interest.

"Guess so," Sam says of it being too late to worry about things chuckling about the accent thing. "Really, I think they let you speak normal when you're over there," he teases before the jibe. "Heeey" he protesfts with a laugh. "I am /not/ directionally challenged," he says. "The map said to go this way!"

The heat had long since gone out of that argument now it was mostly just something funny to argue about. "We really should check the map though."

He glances out the window, the Circket already had a layer of snow covering it. "Or see if that motel we passed has any rooms."

He really didn't want to drive much further tonight. Besides it was nice to be able to relax and blow off steam.

"Still say you're a show off," he says before the waitress comes over bearing pie. Lots of pie.

Sam cranes neck, wondering if Dean had somehow caught up, then he looks to the waitress, remembering what Willow had said about her liking him.

His cheeks flushing he says, "Uh, I'm flattered but I can't accept that, I mean it's nice, but..." he shoots a look to Willow that shouts: help!

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Willow was already excited and giggly, so it's really terribly easy for her to hide her amusement that Sam thinks the waitress is trying to pick him up.

She busies herself with opening her laptop and pretending to 'ignore' the 'flirting' that's going on, letting Sam simmer in his own juices for a few before looking up innocently and botting her lashes at Sam. "Huh? Oh, look! Pie!"

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Muttering "I hate you," Same gives /look/ Willow's way before turning back to the waitress.

He sighs, "Listen that's really nice, and I'm sure you are too but...uh," his eyes cut to Willow. "I'm already spoken for," he reaches across the table to take Willow's hand. "Right honey?"

He looks at her imploringly, while the waitress laughs. "Taken? Hon, she's the one that ordered it for you, said you were missing your brother."

Sam's face falls, "What?" he says as the waitress sets the pie down in front of them. Willow gets a searching look before he goes beat red.

"Oh!" he exclaims. "I'm so sorry, she said-" he begins then thinks better of say what he was planning to say, "I mean," he stammers. "Well,"

The waitress laughs again. "It's alright," she says patting his shoulder. "Just enjoy your pie, I hope it helps you with your brother," she says before wandering off.

Sam looks across the table to Willow, saying, "It's like he's already here," with a pointed look tfhrown the witch's way.

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It's about the point where the waitress disabuses Sam of the notion that she's trying to pick him up that Willow loses it, burying her nose into her computer - which in no way, shape, or form, hides the fact that she is laughing her behind off at him.

When the waitress leaves, the giggles continue. "You thought.. Oh.. oh wow. That was.. Pie!"

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A fry is chucked at Willow, "You got the part where I hate you right?" Sam checks. "Because, I totally hate you."

He shakes his head, "And of course I thought she wanted to pick me up, you put that in my head," he says shaking his. "But I am guessing you ordered all this pie just to mess with me?"

And boy did it ever, he glances down at the Chimera pie, every two of the eight slices being a different sort of pie.

"Why is always pie," he repeats from earlier ruefully shaking his head.

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Willow is still laughing as she nods. "Yeah. I got the part where you totally hate me. But it was worth it."

There's a tiny, guilty shrug, as Willow picks the thrown fry up and munches it. "Well, I thought she was checking you out, but she might be too old for you. The pie was a joke. I was going to order me some, and then I was ordering stuff to take on the road.." There's a happy little sigh for a joke well played. "It would have been neat to wait till we were on the road, too. But I think you saying you were taken.. hey you're spoken for? You didn't tell me that. I thought you were still upset about Buffy not wanting to date you."

Adding, "And pie is good. Don't diss the pie." Looking over plaintively. "You're not going to eat all that pie by yourself, are you?"

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Rolling his eyes at first Sam changes tacts when Willow shrugs guiltily, frowning a little, "Hey," he says realizing he still had her hand in his. "Don't need to explain the joke," he gives her hand a squeeze. "I got it."

As for the taken bit Sam smiles letting go of her hand, "That was just what I was saying to get some space. Remember that night at the Bronze where you came over an hugged me like I was your boyfriend to get those guys off your case, same thing," he says. "Not seeing anyone."

When she mentions the pie and asks if he is going to eat it all himself, he puts a protective arm around it, frowning he gets whipped cream on his flannel. "I should," he says looking up to Willow, before he smiles and releases the pie, giving it a shove in Willow's direction, "But you got me good, so, first slice is yours."

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Willow flushes, suddenly aware (where she hadn't been before) that her hand is being held. Sam lets go at about the same time leaving her looking flustered over nothing, which she covers up under, "Oh, yeah. Like that. Only she's not some creepy frat boy." Which to her seems to make the situation very different. Kind of. Maybe. "I guess I wouldn't want a strange waitress who was older than me trying to pick me up with a pieplate of pies either. Truce?"

Of course, pie! And which piece to have?

"Ooo, I wonder if the raspberry is good.. usually they're too sweet, but there's lemon! Oh, and is that rhubarb? Where do you get rhubarb this time of year..."

The pies are gone over, each extolled for their virtures without any decisions made. Sheepishly, she has to admit, "I can't make up my mind."

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Nodding, Sam says, "True," with a smile about her not being a frat boy. Even to Sam there's a difference there, the waitress is definitely less of a threat to him than the frat boys would have been to Willow, still the comparison holds.

"See?" Sam says when she seems to see his point. "And sure," he holds out his hand. "Truce."

As to the pie situation Sam considers it too. There were a lot of options, "Well, this is the /Crossroads/ Diner, maybe someone sold their soul for some rhubarb," he jokes, before a small paranoid part of his brain wonders 'did they?' he frowns a second and lets it go. The place wasn't evil. Or at least it didn't seem like it.

When Willow can't make up her mind Sam smiles thinking of a solution. He points a finger at the pie, "Seen Wheel of Fortune?" he asks her. "Give the pie a spin."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow takes Sam's hand and shakes it firmly. "Truce," she agrees. "I bet Dean wishes he thought of this, though."

The pie of pies, she means.

And his solution to the whole thing is perfect - even if she has no clue what Whell of Fortune is. "So, you just spin it and whatever pie stops nearest me is the one I eat? That sounds okay.." She ponders, then asks, "Can I have the rhubarb too? I mean, both?"

Not that she'd admit it (okay, she'd totally admit it) but now she's intrigued by the thought of a piece of pie that someone sold their soul for - however much Sam is joking about it.

At least she hopes he's joking about it.

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"I bet he does," Sam agrees grinning. "You can have an extra slice of pie if you never tell him about it."

Sam says, "I was thinking whatever piece my finger was pointing at but hey, you point too, and we'll each get pie that way," he says.

As for the rhubarb, "Sure thing," he says. "You might want to cast some sort of cleansing on it first, you know, in case someone really did sell their soul for it."

"Anyhow, give this pie a spin."

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"I thought you didn't like pie," Willow says suspiciously. Still, she reaches out and gives the pie a spin, then points a finger out at it like he is, waiting to see what piece comes up for her. "hey! what happens if rhubarb shows up? Do we get a free spin?"

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"I said I was sick of pie," Sam says. "There's a difference. Anyhow this pie is pretty cool so I'm making an exception. Feel glad," he says as the pie begins to spin.

"Free spin works," Sam say of the finger pointing to rhubarb.

Which as it turns out it does.

"Ha," he says his own finger pointing at lemon. "So, do I take my piece or do we spin again first?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Lemon. How does Willow feel about lemon..

"I think you get Lemon, and I get a free spin. Or you can spin!" Which also seems to please her, adding a whole new element of surprise to the matter.

"Sick of pie is just about the same as not liking pie," Willow points out. Though she's willling to bet what he meant was more that it was a shared in-joke and grumble between himself and Dean, and not really an aversion to pie at all, but simpler to explain this way.

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Sam doesn't hesitate he grabs up his slice of pie and puts it on his plate.

"Sure," he says of him spinning setting the pie going again and where it stops nobody knows.

"Sick of is temporary, don't like suggests I have a fundamental dislike of pie, which is" he takes a bite. "Clearly not true."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"That's true," Willow says thoughtfully, watching the pie plate spin, her finger pointing directly between rhubard and apple, which seems to suit her fine. "Mmmm, pie. How can anyone not like pie? There's all the filling. And the crust. And you can have ice cream!"

Which is where she realizes the lack of ice cream at their table.

"Anyway, it was supposed to be funny." She digs her fork into first the rhubarb. For reasons. "My friend," she manages to get back to, "She was the one who knew potions. I accidentally got her trapped.. she's kinda my pet now. Which is really weird. I'm not sure I can bring her back. Or if she'll live like human long or.."

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Sam seems to realize that lack of ice cream at the same time and before long he's calling for some from the waitress. "Vanilla?" he asks because to his mind it's what goes on pie.

He was going to have to walk to the next town to burn off all the calories when they hit the road again.

"Which was? The pie? It was," Sam says around a mouthful. "And really?" he says before holding up a hand over his mouth then swallowing. "Really, she got turned into an animal? Like, for real?" Sam had seen some stuff but he didn't know anyone who could do that. Well until now. "Is there some way to turn her back?"

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"Really," Willow says ruefully. "A rat. A really cool brown rat. But I'm pretty sure that's not the kind of thing most people accidentally do to their friends. So we have a no unattended potions rule in the apartment, and all potion materials have to be clearly labelled and not used for other purposes."

Willow grins. "Except the drawer in the fridge. That one I only marked for potions only. I secretly hide chocolate bars there."

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Sam shifts in his seat. "Wow, yeah, that's powerful," he says about the potion mixup. "Glad you took percautions, but really., anyway to turn her back? I mean, it can't be fun as a rat," usually when Sam ran across people being turned into things he was the guy who had to turn them back, so rat girl's plight was tugging at him. "And Buffy's feeding her right?" they'd been gone awhile now.

Yes, Willow wasn't the only worrier on the trip.

He snorts about drawer in the fridge. "Heh, sounds familiar, I've been hiding things from Dean in fake books for years," he says with a shake of his head. "Seems to work alright."

He casts another glance outside and the building snow. "So, figure we should stay in town for the night, what do you think?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow nods, forking another mouthful of pie, and thanking the waitress for the ice cream. "Yeah. Amy's okay for now. I mean, unless we're gone for weeks, or Buffy gets caught up in something else. And I've been trying to get better at them in hopes I can fix it. I don't think potions are John's thing either."

His words give her pause. "What are you hiding in books? I guess Dean isn't much of a reader, then?"

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"Huh," Sam says, making a mental note to keep his ears open for a potions guy. "Guess it's not as easy as looking up Professor Snape in the phone book," he says. "Anyhow, glad Amy's being looked after, got to be rough being a rat."

He shakes his head, hoping he'll never have to find out first hand.

"Not exactly, I mean he's not illiterate or anything it's more that he's disinterested. " As for what he hid in his books: "These days? Mostly money. Back when we were kids? The good GI Joes and also money," Sam says sagely.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"How do you fit an action figure into a book?" Willow looks perplexed. "I guess I should have expected it wasn't going to be flowers you hid. Money makes sense. I used to hide tests I didn't want my parents to see."

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"Fake books," Sam repeats from before. "Like those safes you can buy that look like books but have a space in them?" he asks her. "Can store all sorts of stuff in them." He explains about the action figures.

He nods about the tests. "So, we're talking what? B's?" he teases knowing what she'd gotten on the SATs.

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"Fake books?" Willow gives Sam a look like he's grown a third eye or something. "They aren't just a movie thing? Like really? Books with holes in them?"

She looks both astonished that they're real, and also a little bit horrified that someone would do that to BOOKS of all things.

"B's? No." Willow looks slightly embarassed, because the way he says it, B's would be the sort of thing others would hide. She was hiding A's. High A's. Just.. A's that weren't up to her personal standards. And until this very moment she didn't realize just how unusual that was, or how others might view it. "Just.. tests."

The matter is gracelessly brushed aside.

"I ordered us some sandwiches for to take with us. Motel back up the road? Worry about what route to take later?"

Her items were charged, and she couuld do all the searching she needed to back there now that they'd eaten. (truth be told, she could probably use the laptop on a dead battery, but so far she hadn't put that to the test).

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Sam grinned at her disbelief. "Yeah, they're real, and yeah, books with holes in them. They're pretty handy when you're family aren't the biggest casual readers."

As for the desicration of books, Sam had grown up killing monsters, some of which looked like humans, he'd found it hard to be squeemish about gutting a couple of books to protect his stuff, even if he'd had a few pangs of guilty about the thing, because, books.

Sam doesn't push about the tests having found a sensitive subject. And moves on.

"Good idea," he says about the sanwiches and then nods about the motel. "Yeah, definitely don't want to drive tonight. Tell you what you finish up your pie with ice cream and I'll see if the waitress has the number for the motel and make sure they've got a rooms for us. Sound like a plan?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow gives a guilty little start. "I might already have looked the place up?" She turns the laptop to show Sam the number. Grateful that he doesn't push about the tests, even if she does then bring them back up herself..

"I'm not too weird, am I? Like scare people away weird?"

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"Mind reader," Sam says as she already has the number, he looks at it and punches into his phone as he talks. "And what brought that on? You're not scare people away weird, you're cute weird, like the right amount of weird."

He doesn't hit send yet. "Do you think you're scaring me?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow gives Sam a sidelong look, "You were afraid of me when you met me. Well, when you found out I was a witch. I'm not sure?"

She didn't think he was afraid. Not after all the joking and stuff, but Sam was almost like an exception to the rest of the world. "You're different, though."

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"Sure, but that was because I thought you were getting your power from demons, you're pretty clearly not," Sam says of when they met. "Otherwise, you're not scary at all."

He offers a smile. "Really, you're kind of cute," he says before he can think better of it, and his cheeks colour a little.

Happy to change the subject he asks, "Different how?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Cute? Willow's cheeks pinken, caught between pleased and put out. Tiny little freckles dusting her cheekbones. "I am not cute!" she protests. "Am I?"

"And I don't know. You're weird too. You go around killing demons and things like we do. I mean, I never met someone who thought I was a demon before." Okay - there was that incident with her mother. *ahem* "Or even believes those kind of things are real. Not outside my friends. So, different. Like that watiress. I couldn't tell her these things. Hey, we're looking for a lost book that can open a portal and summon demons into this plane. Can you even imagine?"

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Sam had turned to looking intently at his phone when he'd called her cute but he looks up now. "Yeah," he says manning up, as Dean would call it, and owning his words. "You're definitely cute."

"She'd totally freak," he says of the waitress, "And I get what you're saying, I'm not a normal, I'm like you and Buffy and the rest of your friends. The kind of crazy person who runs towards strange and evil instead of away from it."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Exactly," Willow says with sudden relief as he gets it. She's not sure what to do about the cute bit, though. "Yeah. Most people freak. I was just thinking, though, that maybe my whole thing about marks and stuff.. was kinda like that, too."

She pushes the last bit of her pies around on her place, mushing them into the now melted ice cream.

"How come you're not seeing anyone? I mean, other than the whole Hunter thing. There have to be more people like us out there, though. Did you just decide if you couldn't be like normal people that you couldn't do it?"

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Sam could see the paralells between monster hunting and her desire for academic perfect, both were worlds alien to most people and if you talked about them, you got odd looks. "It probably is, but I'm part of that world too, or was, I mean you don't get what I got on the LSAT without obsessing over it before hand. So, yeah, might tease you about it but I get it, also," he coughs. "Might be a little jealous."

The next question throws him. "That's part of it, hard to date when so much of your life revolves around stuff people don't believe in. The other part," he frowns this was the personal bit. "Is complicted but my last two relationships didn't exactly end well. Guess it's taken time for me to get over it."

Then he asks, "How about you?" he reaches over and dips a spoon into the pie and ice cream soup to take a bite. "Are you seeing anyone?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Jealous," Willow blinks. "You're smart. Why would you be jealous?" She fails to equate her marks and successes there with other people's lesser marks as anything other than the same. It's like she doesn't actually comprehend the standards she holds herself to. "I wasn't the one getting into Stanford Law. Though I still think tax law has to be boring. More boring than what you're doing now, though."

Even if she understood the appeal.

"It's complicated," she echoes his words. "Last guy I dated was a demon. I don't know what you say after that. It didn't go so well. So I turned my affections towards girls. I'm not sure it fixed anything. And now I guess I'm too busy to really worry about it too much."

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"Definitely jealous," Sam assured her. "Yeah, I'm smart, but you're like super smart. Like I'm the Captain America of smarts and you're I don't know," he was going to say Superman but changed it to "Wonder Woman," instead. "If they admitted people into law school from high school you'd definitely have gotten a letter."

Well maybe not, with all the tests and interviews that came with that, but the point stood, if she'd wanted in she could have done it.

He rolls his eyes about the boring. "Sure, but what I do now is monster hunting, I am sure there are Navy SEALs with less exciting lives," he says as though he wasn't sure that excitement was always the best rubric for deciding if his life was good or not.

Though he hadn't ruled it out.

"Right, forgot about the demon," Sam says sucking back the last of his milkshake. "I can see how that'd be hard to deal with," he knew too well his last girl, or well hook up turned out to be a werewolf, and before that..."My girlfriend from college, she was killed by a demon. He didn't want me tied down, he had /big plans/ for me."

He makes a face.

"That didn't work out like the demon wanted, but, I know how stuff like that can just sort of stick to you, make it hard to move on. I imagine finding out your boyfriend is a demon's got to be in the same ballpark."

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"I don't think I'd have been a good fit for law school," Willow admits. "Even if they'd take me. Too much semantics and grey areas. I think I'd be driven crazy with all the shady bits."

She says that like her current life isn't rife with all of its own greys and the shade of semantics. But he's right about the excitment part of things. It might not be the best rubric to judge a life on.

"I guess? Wouldn't you miss it, though?" She considers her own life, and her friends, the one who knew what she did. What Buffy did. "How do you know how to do something, or fix a wrong thing, and just not do it?" That very thought had been part of her decision to remain with her Beste instead of heading out into the wider world.

"And not Wonder Woman. Buffy is more like Wonder Woman," Willow asserts, making things much more literal than he means, equating strength and fighting prowess directly, rather than metaphorically. "I'm smart, but it's not as useful as what she does." Willow shrugs. She had a part to play in things, but she wasn't the Slayer.

Then again, Willow really didn't consider what she /could/ do all that directly, or the fact that in some arenas, she was a rather terrifying young woman. It wasn't like it came into play very often, and was terribly easy for her to overlook as a result.

"Yeah. It didn't work out very well. It turns out demons are pretty hard to redeem." And that the human heart was very silly when it came to love, usually resulting in poor choices. "Wait, a demon *killed* your girlfriend to make you do what it wanted? Doesn't that usually work the other way?" Like, you kill someone's girlfriend, usually they want to hunt you down and kill you, not agree to your infernal plans.

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"It's only as shady as you want it to be," Sam says of the law. "There are two guys by where I live who seem to be doing things right. Taking cases for the little guy, rather than helping crush them. But I'll admit they're not the norm."

He smiles setting down his empty milkshake glass. "Though, it's not like what we do doesn't have shady bits." Tresspassing, theft, and depending on your thoughts on the rights of monsters, murder. It was all part of the biz though.

"Yeah, I guess," Sam says of his friends. "My jerk brother and my jerk angel... maybe I could work it out so I could do both, I mean you're going to school and still helping Buffy."

"I meant you're a scholastic Wonder Woman," he says with a shake of his head before he breaks out in a smile. "Wait, you thought I meant literally and you didn't object to my comparing myself to Captain America? I should be flattered."

"No kidding," Sam says of redeeming demons. To his mind they were all irredeemable but now was not the time to bring that up, though it shows a little in his frown. "He wanted me free of obligations and at the time I didn't know it was him... it was complicated."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow blinks at Sam. "I was supposed to object?" The thought hadn't even occured to her. Though now that he brings it up, he's a little less Captain America than..

Willow tilts her head and considers Sam thoughtfully. "Maybe not Captain America. He'd be very appalled at some of the things you do." And, she imagined, said. "I don't know. Maybe like Aquaman. And hey, you made Wonder Woman better than Capatin America? That's so weird. I mean.. you're a guy."

Because reality said boys didn't put women in positions of power higher than their own, nor did they put iconic female figures over iconic males. Certainly not Captain America.

"I still think it weird you have your own angel. Ours is kind of more complicated than that. I mean, he's only named Angel.. and you probably don't want to know." Especially given his reaction to her being a witch, and their current conversation about demons.

"A lot of things are complicated," she says simply, grabbing up one last fry. "Funny, though, don't they mostly feel normal to you?"

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"No, not about me being a mental Captain America, but physically," Sam says with a shrug. "The guy's cut," he says. Though he groans when she compares him to Aquaman, "So you're saying I should wear orange? Not really my colour." Though really, Aquaman wasn't that bad.

"What? So because I have a dick I can't see that Wonder Woman can lift freaking buildings where Cap tops out at like, cars?" he asks her with a wry grin. "What bits they have or don't have doesn't trump facts."

Then with a smile he adds, "Besides, I don't think Cap could rock Wonder Woman's outfit."

"Trust me, you got the better deal," he jokes about having a guy named Angel rather than an actual one. Though there's a knowing nod for a lot of things being complicated then a more emphatic one for it feeling normal. "Yeah, it's like normal's weird and weird is normal, right?"

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Willow giggles. "No, I meant, you're not as.. proper as Captain America is. You probably are built enough. I know what Buffy can do. You're like on her level of things."

There's more giggling. "Orange isn't your colour. He does seem a lot more relaxed, though?"

As he mentions having a dick (which has her blushing. Again.) she nods. "Guys don't like women being better than they are." Buffy got a *lot* of that. A lot. She has to admit, though, "Maybe? I mean, okay, so she's got buildings, but he's like America. And Apple Pie. And Fourth of July. You're suggesting a girl, and a girl who isn't even from here, is better? That's bound to freak a bunch of diehards out."

He wins, however, with suggesting Cap in Wonder Woman's outfit, leaving Willow giggling hard enough all conversation stops for a few minutes until she has to take a drink of water to get herself back on track.

"Our Angel is a vampire," Willow says quietly. She's reminded she still hasn't found a way to reunite him with his soul, which she has taken on as something of a personal obligation. As far as vampires went, Angel was... well, she considered him worth the effort. There was enough of humanity left in him. Which might make Sam's words more truthful than he knew.

Willow nods. "I can't remember what life was like before Buffy and all of this. It doesn't seem like I'm the same person even."

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Sam laughs. "I am not sure on the built thing, I mean he lifts cars, like over his head," he says, though on pure build Sam was close, and had a couple of inches on his hero when it came to height.

"True," Sam says of Aquaman. "Which is impressive given he's a king, I mean that's got to be stressful," he says. "You know, solving border disputes between fish, levying new taxes on plankton."

Sure, Sam knew that Atlantis was a real kingdom with real actual people in it, but it was still funny.

"Definitely way more chill than what's his name, Speedo Guy," he says meaning Namor, the ruler of the other Atlantis.

Sam considers her words, "Maybe but those die hards are dumb, Wonder Woman kicks ass, Cap kicks ass, it's all good."

"I literally can't remember a time before all of this, I mean I grew up into it, when we stopped long enough to go to school the first time I couldn't believe most people didn't even know about monsters let alone didn't believe in them. Which is sort of weird, I mean the rest of the world is sort of crazy, look at this conversation in the last few seconds, we're talking about a super-soldier from the 40's, a real life Amazon, and two types of Atlantean, really boggles the mind that people don't believe in monsters."

Then it hits him. "Your, Angel is a what?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Plankton taxes," Willow grins. "And okay, so you don't lift buildings or cars. You are so avoiding the actual comparison - and you thought I was being too literal." She tosses a mostly un-ketchuped fry at him. The tail ends of their meal. "No wonder Dean teases you."

It was nice, though, the playfullness. Their lives were generally way too serious. And he was right, who else did you get to talk about these things with?

"I know, right? We have aliens and supersoldiers and everything else, but monsters is where they draw the line?" Willow shakes her head. Until her words hit him. "Yeah. A vampire," she admits quietly. "I told you yours was less complicated."

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Catching the frie mid flight Sam grouses, "Ew," and goes looking for a napkin to wipe his hand. "Pfft I am not avoiding the comparison, I've just lost where we were going in all this," Sam says with a smile. "There's a difference."

He surveys the ruins of dinner and dessert for a moment, while he finished getting ketchup off his hand and then stuffed the napkin into his empty milkshake glass, smiling easily.

It' had been a good dinner.

"People are weird," Sam agrees. "Or maybe it's some primal fear thing... whatever it is, it's sort of helpful and annoying at the same time." It let people like them operate more freely, but it was a pain in the ass to go through the whole 'monsters are real' talk whenever you had to try and save people.

"Wow. So, uh, I know I was off base with the whole witches and demon thing, but I'm really sure vampires don't have souls," he says. He knew that didn't mean they were immediately blood thursty maniacs, but, it was like working with a serial killer, they might kill you, or they might not, it was entirely situational and either way the vampire wouldn't feel a thing. "You guys are careful around him, right?"

"And definitely less complicated."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow looks smug while Sam deals with fry and ketchup mess. She's lost where they were going with all this herself, but she was still enjoying this - it wasn't something she got to do very often. She'd even forgotten the whole matter of how things were going to be paid for (and whether or not this May person was someone shadier than Sam, who Willow had just now decided that she liked enough to ignore his shady bits).

"He does too have a soul," Willow protests, taking his throwing the napkin into the remains of the shake glass as a sign to begin packing up. "All of them do. They just aren't in them anymore." She didn't know where the souls went - that was part of the problem. The other part was really the logistics of putting the soul back into his body, but it was a moot concern until she'd figured out the first part.

"He's.. you'd have to meet him. I don't know. I mean he is? But he isn't, too."

It felt weird defending a vampire as 'human'.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam was enjoying himself as well, he hadn't glanced about once for a waiting demon, and his hand below the table had strayed away from his kit.

It was a good evening.

Though as the waitress seats another lost pair of travellers in the booth next to them he holds up a hand to stop the vampire talk, though it was an interesting line of thought though about them and their souls.

"At the motel?" he asks nodding at the new comers. "I'll go pay and get the waitress to bag up our things," he says already sliding out of the booth and grabbing for the kit.

"But I definitely want to hear more."

Then Sam is off to pay the bill with his shady-ass expense card.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow agrees. They were really straying into better talked about in private territory. Besides, they actually had work they were supposed to be doing, as nice as all this was...

"Meet you in the car. Gotta use the little girl's room.."

Her things gathered, him dealing with the bill, Willow tends to that, then meets him in the vehicle, whereupon they make the short drive to the motel and hunker down for the evening.