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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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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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