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Dean had voted. It felt a little weird since with all the traveling and fake ids growing up, he had never even registered so back home he never voted. He wondered if his brother ever tried while he was at Stanford. But maybe not. They still tried to keep a low profile, and that meant to the government as well. Almost like ghosts really.

Still he made his choices, and right now, he was having an idle beer near the beer tree. Kyle had warned him to keep a low profile after pissing off Vader, but really? Trouble tended to stick to Winchesters like dog crap to shoes, and Dean was no exception to that rule. If anything, sometimes he encouraged it. It was going to happen, what's the point in hiding really. Better to be prepared. Of course he was armed, it was why the shore leave was so hard. Felt naked without carrying at least a gun and a knife. Preferably more.

So he was contemplating some recent events. Less about Vader, because the guy was an amateur with his threats. Oh sure there was the anticipation, but he lacked follow through. It was one of the lessons that Alistair drilled into his head in hell. Lessons he still remembered, even when not carved in illusionary flesh.

No the events he was contemplating were his possible and Sammy's future. What Cas remembered in his past. And if they really could change it. He drank his beer, hoping to drown what was knocking at the back of his head, seeking that little 'yes' as a door to his meatsuit. Like hell.

He started singing a song he hadn't sang since before he was dragged into hell.

"Because I'm wanted... dead or alive...."

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"Been to past and future, both kind of sucked. Future was worse." Then again, future always seemed to be worse.

"Sounds like another crazy family."

Managed t' avoid both, but 'ad some weird arsed adventures as well. Jono shrugged, stretching his legs out. An' yeah. Summers usually are. Not 'at Scott ain't screwy enough all on 'is own.

"Good on you, and yeah, I bet. Big puffed up leader type too right?"

Jono snorted and nodded. Aye. Definitely big puffed up leader type. 'Specially the puffed up bit.

"Yeah, know the type. Funny when you knock them off their damn pedestal too."

Jus' gotta be careful when, Jono noted. In the middle of a fight fer our lives ain't usually the bes' place.

"Well nah, I do that kind of thing in between."

Jono raised an eyebrow, giving a mental snort. There's an in-between? Okay, there sometimes was. But it never seemed to be much of one.

"Well not a long one, but yeah. Sometimes you get a little break." Sometimes that meant he and his brother just watching the stars over head.

He leaned back, looking up into the tree. Ain't really been much of an in-between since me school days. They had t' at least make it look like they were tryin' to teach us somethin', 'long with figurin' out how t' get our powers unner control. An' we managed a couple road trips an' all. Okay, strictly speaking, they shouldn't have BEEN on the roadtrip, but he and Angelo weren't always the ones who followed the rules best. Wasn' bad, fer what it was. Ended up teachin' us what we needed at the time, I guess.

"Road trips are good for that. Before this, been on one most of my life. Just going from place to place."

Only ever been on the one. Which was enough, really. Went cross country an' back. Part o' the way bein' chased by someone what 'ad it in fer me bes' mate an' the other 'alf... He paused, looking up at the ceiling. Yeah. We don' talk 'bout the other 'alf.

Dean just nodded and shrugged at that, "Hey whatever, man. Not gonna ask. I tell you one thing. It's pretty damn peaceful, just good tunes, family and friends, and an open road just stretching forever."

Reckon one day, should jus' go 'head an' learn 'ow t' drive. Ain't really been needed, though. Al'ays 'ad plenty of people 'round what could do the drivin' instead.