#. ® case file 196: in another life

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@therebetterbepie didn't ask for this but gets it anyway

Modest heels crunch along the gravel that leads up to the door. It was hardly the ideal place to have to do this. Yet there was little other choice. Knuckles rap against the well worn door before she brushes unseen dust from her blazer and skirt. Checking her watch as she waits for the door to open, toes tapping against the uneven ground. A scrap yard. Pathetic. All that wealth and this was the only option? A scoff leaves her before the creak of the door draws her attention.

"Dean Winchester?"

"Not on your life lady. Who's askin'?" Eyes sweep over the weathered man standing before her. Another strike. How as this the right choice? Surely there were other options. Whatever, that was hardly her job. Neither was delivery, yet there she was. Annoyed, with dirt on shoes that were likely more expensive than the entire property.

"Adair. Sylvia Adair with New Jersey Social Services."

"Social services? The hell you want with the Winchesters?"

"That's something that I need to discuss with Dean Winchester."

"Well lady, hate to break it to ya but Dean ain't here. M'the best you're gonna get."

There was no point in this argument. She's too tired to care at this point. Clearly this man knew who she was looking for. So what did it matter any more. Arms uncross from her chest before flicking a file out to him. It would tell him everything that he needed to know anyway. Who cared. She'd just sign off that she'd done her job and be done with it. Watching him flip through the pages inside she wishes that he'd just hurry up so that she could get out of this hell hole of a place.

"You gotta be shittin' me."

"No." It was all that he was going to get before she turns on her heel and heads back towards the car. Pulling open the door it doesn't take long before another set of feet are hitting the ground and making their way towards the door. "I trust that you will do what you need to do."

"Lady you can't just -- What the hell are you thinkin'?!"

"It's my job. You don't have to like it."

"You don't even know who I am!" "Robert Singer. Sometimes known as Bobby. And the last known address for one Dean Winchester. Either you know where he is, or you are the only one left." She didn't much care which was true. Returning to the car despite the yelling coming from behind her, she gets in and pulls away without a second thought.

"Damn it all to hell. You better be somewhere damn close, boy."

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the brunette gives pause when the tiredness evaporates temporarily. shifting up into a sitting position, she gives a soft sigh. "you hungry, kiddo?" while the question isn't even answered yet, her automatic response is to lift up from the chair and shuffle for the kitchenette. sammi is contemplative about what exactly she could make. pointer finger pressed to mouth.

His attention is drawn back to her when she speaks. The question is innocent enough, one that Tim still shifts under the weight of. He'd learned to ignore the hunger response long ago. It was just easier then letting it get out of hand. Now, however, he had little to no grasp on when he was hungry or not. When Sammi pushed herself up from the table, Tim is quick to follow.

"Would you like help?" It doesn't answer the question at all. But it was more than telling in other ways.

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lean into me. it's okay.

PROMPTS FOR TOUCH-STARVED MUSES for @therebetterbepie

it was a rough night. it was their first stop at a motel and Tim was struggling with where he fit in the whole thing. should an eight year old be worried about what his role in things? absolutely not. and still there he was. Sam had run out for food and Dean was currently fighting to get the TV working. which left him seated on the sofa that was pushed against the furthest wall.

he jumps slightly when Dean suddenly drops down onto the sofa next to him. tugging carefully at the collar of his jacket in a silent urge to remove it. Tim hadn't really thought about it, in his mind he would need it for his night of sleep where they currently sat. he was small enough that it wouldn't be difficult for him to sleep on the couch. besides the adults would need the beds to get the proper rest. once the jacket had been removed and set aside, Dean's arm drops around him.

it was strange. Tim could see that Dean was trying to connect with him. yet the fear that curled in the center of his chest kept him holding the adults at arms length. the urging that left the elder though had him giving in just ever so slightly. shifting a little closer to Dean and allowing their sides to press together. it was nice, Tim would admit. the comfort that was offered through the touch.

maybe things would be okay now.

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dean and sam.

Ask me to pick my favorite between two things.

"I don't think you should be askin' me stuff like that..."

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@stcllata:

sammi is exhausted from the latest hunt, three weeks and nothing. it does, at times like these, make her wish she had stayed in law school. dropping into the nearest chair, the brunette relishes in the immediate comfort. weary joints aching profusely. "mmnh."

Tim jumps softly when she flops into the chair near to him. Covering it quickly with a shift of his body as he sits there, flipping through the book that had been left on the table. It was interesting enough to keep him entertained while they had been gone. His knees ached slightly as he sat on them to better see the book that rested on the table. A part of him wanted to question if she was okay, but he knew better than to bother the adults when they had not spoken to him first.