think I'm gonna wonder why didn't I pass you by

[neptune_sleuth]

Maybe it's just a California thing, but there's something about sitting by the ocean that makes things a little easier. It might be the whole throwing rocks thing - all that forces has somewhere to go. In any case, I'm guessing the promise I made Ellen to tell her first before I make a run for it is rendered null and void by circumstance.Veronica

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[my_wayward_son]

Dean was just walking down near the beach, avoiding the ruin of the hut - he hadn't actually seen Sam for most of the day, but he was giving his brother space. What else could he do on this damn island, anyway? And then he caught sight of someone tossing rocks, which, you know, sort of seemed like a good idea, all things considered.

Only then he looked a little closer and - "What the hell?" It was muttered, more than anything, and he was moving forward without much thought. "Blondie?" He was close enough to look at her straight on, catch her by the shoulders - she was real. Flesh and blood. And maybe she was some sort of hoax again or something, he didn't know, but everything else seemed to've gone back to normal and if someone wanted to play this trick on him, he'd be okay with it for a minute or two before kicking their ass.

"You're alive." Not that he was really into the whole hugging thing, but it was just one of those moments where it seemed like it was something he should do and who was he to argue with that kind of thing? It

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica was about ready to whirl around and smack Dean for grabbing her like that, and then he did... the thing. With the hugging and the brief physical proximity and What the hell? seemed like exactly the right question to be asking. Shoulders tensing, she looked at him through narrowed eyes. "Dean, seriously, are you okay?"

And then she remembered. First of all, the Winchesters were essentially dead to her as of approximately seven hours ago; second, she had, apparently, died herself the day before. Her or someone who looked like her - it hadn't seemed to make any difference to Sam.

"I didn't die," she said dryly, eyes rolling and head tilting back. "Never did, haven't yet, don't intend to for a while. It was an island trick."

[my_wayward_son]

"That's messed up," Dean muttered, still squinting for a moment before he let his hands fall to his sides, tucking them into his pockets like nothing had happened. Because... nothing had happened. There was a brief sort of pause. "Does Sam know?" Cause that seemed like the next logical step, really.

Dead girlfriend wasn't dead, you told your not-dead boyfriend, you know? It worked out - not that Dean was usually all that logical, but he had a method, which was what counted, and his method usually involved making sure Sam was alright. Which meant, by extension, that Blondie here was alright. And so telling Sam that Blondie was alive was a good idea. It worked out - everyone was happy, everything could go back to being cheerful and... everyone could be not-dead. Which actually worked really well for Dean.

[neptune_sleuth]

"He knows," Veronica said. There was a darkness in her tone and look that said still more, her shoulders hunching forward now as she looked determinedly past Dean. Sam hadn't even seemed fazed by the fact she was still in one piece.

It didn't matter. That was over now, and she had wasted nine months on someone who'd never cared about her the right way to begin with. Everyone turned out to be a disappointment sooner or later, it seemed; it was just easier when it was sooner. "Apparently his way of celebrating my being alive was to dump me. Is that a family custom or just a Sam thing?"