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It's getting colder as the year moves deeper into fall, but it's not yet chill enough to keep Kim from wandering out by the lake for a breath of fresh air.

Currently she's standing near the water with her hands shoved in the pockets of her jacket, looking curiously at an apple tree that's showing a remarkably bountiful harvest.

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She stops, apple in hand, and gives him a startled look.

"... you're really wary about this, aren't you."

"Okay, so maybe I'm not out here a lot, but I'm pretty sure this apple tree wasn't anywhere near here last time, so. Uh."

Come on, Kim.

"Hell yeah I'm kinda iffy about it. You're telling me you're not?"

"I..."

There's a long pause, as Kim looks from him to the tree, then down to the apple in her hand.

"... well, I wasn't," she says, after several seconds. "I don't know if I can explain why."

Just a certainty resonating deep within her, at a level far below the conscious.

Huh.

"Oooookay. Does that kinda shit happen to you a lot?"

Because if it does, maybe the apples aren't being creepy.

Or maybe they still are, and Kim just has shitty luck.

"Sometimes," Kim tells him. "Not usually here, though -- well, not often, anyway."

She gives the apple one last look, then shrugs and puts it in her jacket pocket.

Dean just gives her another skeptical look.

There's a slight twist of a grin in it.

"Do I wanna ask?"

And does she wanna tell?

A beat, and then --

"You already did, once."

There's a hint of something bittersweet to her smile, and her words are very quiet.

"It's because I'm a Seer. It... sometimes I see things. Know things. That's all."

" . . . . even in Canada?"

Uh.

"I mean. Uh. England's kind of less of a surprise, I guess."

Um.

"So you're stuck with it, huh? All the weird crap that went down before."

All the weird crap that maybe shoulda stayed behind?

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"Just like the hair," she says, wryly. "It's part of me; part of who I am."

In more ways than one, given that she bears Ysanne's soul as a twin of her own.

"It always will be."

"Yeah, well."

He shrugs a little, awkwardly.

This is the kind of shit Dean sucks at.

"You see me complainin'?"

It's easier to take this kind of thing here. Sometimes.

Kind of.

Maybe one day he'll figure out how to say this kind of shit to Sam.

Or maybe Sam'll figure out how not to need to hear it.

Nah.

It's hard to miss that level of awkward.

Kim scrutinizes him for a second or two, gray eyes almost disturbingly clear and bright, then lets her breath out in a soft sigh.

"No," she says, quietly. "Not really."

Dean quirks a crooked smile, pulling himself from thinking about shit he can't do a damn thing to fix.

"I'd offer to make pie or something, but -- dude, I burn Rice Krispie treats."

Speaking of changing the subject --

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Her smile flashes, sudden and mischievous.

"We wouldn't want that-- the waitrats might throw you out."

"Okay, now that was pretty damn creepy."

He's grinning, though, and looking a little more comfortable.

"Those things're built more like ants, I swear."

"Except with fewer legs," Kim points out, very practically.

"And fur. And tails. And--"

"Yeah, yeah," Dean says, waving one hand in the air like it's gonna get him something.

"Whatever. But in principle, with the whole strength thing, they're kinda the same."

"Oh."

A beat. Kim looks intrigued by the concept.

"I hadn't thought of it like that before," she says.

"Yeah, well. You should hang out with me more often, then. Open up to a whole new view of reality."

He spreads his arms out, shit-eating grin on his face.

When you got it, flaunt it, right?

Plus, you know -- more distraction from the previous awkward is always a plus.

Kim giggles.

"Of reality, is it?"

"As much as this weirdass place ever is, anyway."

What? Like he's gonna argue?

"Good enough, I guess."

She shakes her head, smiling.

"As far as hanging out goes -- any interest in heading back inside? It's getting colder out here, and I haven't had coffee in almost an hour," Kim concludes, dramatically.

Dean laughs.

"Yeah, guess we better go fix that, stat."

Before Kim goes off and tries something crazy.

"Stat?"

Now Kim's laughing, too.

"We'll make a doctor out of you yet."

"Nah," Dean says, lazy as anything.

"Field medic, maybe. I'll let you try, if you want."

He's already got most of the skills down.

"Coffee first," she decides. "We can get to the practical stuff later."

"Works for me, sweetheart."

It works for Dean just fine.

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