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It wasn’t something he’d expected, putting down the car hood to find Sam there.  He had heard through the grape vine that things were happening, but on coming back from death, he hadn’t really reached out to his boys.  Because he didn’t want to?  No, it ached sometimes how much he wanted to reach out to them.  No, he’d heard enough, heard what they had done, they were men in their own right, and didn’t need dad who was trying to figure out how to find his feet again there with them.  No one knew where they were anyway.  He didn’t bother with alias’ though, didn’t bother not hunting off and on.  He spent most of his time fixing up the old cars in Bobby’s old yard and selling them off to get a little bit together.  If Bobby came back, he’d pay him back.

“  you  know,  i  invited  you  because  i  thought  that  you’d  at  least  try  with  your  costume.  “  unimpressed  eyes  move  to  his  head  where  the  moose  antlers  lie.  hands  on  her  hips,  mallory  frowns.  “  did  you  find  that  at  the  dollar  store  on  the  way  over  ??  “  what  a  sight  they  must  make.  clients  from  her  shop,  dressed  in  various  costumes,  are  moving  about  her  apartment,  eating  &  dancing  to  the  music  in  the  background.  

   “ Maybe I shoulda called first. ” Hands raise, palms up — not so much in surrender, but as an olive branch. “ Didn’t mean to scare ya, Sammy. Just thought it’d be nice to say hi, for old time’s sake. ”

     adam did have a soft spot for sam, once. he had a friendly vibe about him that, even though the elder was keeping him trapped at bobby’s, was hard to dislike. the issue with being trapped in hell for how many years after someone else escapes though, is that it sort of puts a damper on any kind feelings you might have towards them.