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So the guys in the Tanglewood were far from perfect, sure, but they were also really, really bad people. Sam's heart ached, she had to say. Leroy helping Beck instead of her- which, sure, maybe she fucked up Beck's ribs really bad, but Beck made her lose her fucking brains because of it. Cigarettes were her vice no longer, it seemed, but instead her desperately needed relief. She sighed, rubbing her eyes. This wasn't long after stepping away from the Colosseum during the festival. Was she really out and about, trying to mingle and find a lover? After what Dean had left her for?

Nothing better then dead.

She chewed on her lip, sitting on the beach with flattened ears. Sam sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. She had it give it up to the guys at the Typhoon for being generally unattractive. That was hard to do for Sam, considering she chased a greaser with a crooked nose. Her eyes tilted to the waves, eyes softening gently. Riding on that bike, on the Cali sunset? That had been a time that she was able to lean into old Dean, even if he was total asshole and everything she hated. The moon cast off the calm waves and glimmered against her antlers.

What a shitty night. Sam sighed, rubbing the back of her neck again and standing up, stretching out gently to start heading home. There wasn't much left for her here, was there then?

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