One minute he's in a motel in Concrete, Washington; brushing his teeth before bed, just minding his own business, and the next he's walking down an empty street, holding a tube of toothpaste in his hand. Not exactly his weapon of choice either
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She's never had people before. It's a good feeling.
And as far as the Winchester problem is concerned, Sam doesn't know who she is, not really, and Dean is gone.
Or, rather, Dean was gone.
She rounds a corner and takes in a familiar set of shoulders, and a smirk crosses her lips. Welcome back to Chicago, Dean Winchester. She might be hoping just a little that you don't remember her again.
"Well. Look what the cat dragged in."
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