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[Have a frustrated-looking Sam. All the more strange since it looks like someone's combed and slicked his hair. His mouth twitches when his irritation gets the better of him.]

You know how sometimes in this city, people wake up and start acting strangely, or think they're someone else entirely? [He sighs.] What do you do when they think you're someone else? Because Dean and Donna can play house all they want when I don't have to watch, but now they've decided I'm their six-year-old son and I can't leave without a chaperone. I've kind of outgrown spaghetti-O's and cartoons, too.

If they tell me to clean my room, seriously. I'm not answerable for my actions.

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[Sam laughs shortly.]

No, he wouldn't. [He wonders if Dean hit on her.] Yeah. These things happen, pretty regularly. You wake up with someone else's memories, or with wings, or with a whole new family. And then... it goes back to normal. Or what passes for it, here. You okay?

[ Dean did hit on her, then offered her a job and hit on her again. ]

You're not the first to be cursed on the network today. [ She's also used to a lot more danger daily. No Originals here? Plus. ] I'm fine. Are you okay? Can I rescue you by coming by and asking if you can come out an play?

[Sam laughs, a little surprised.]

I'm okay, and that's really sweet of you. I wouldn't want to put you through the trouble, though. He'll probably insist we go to a playground, or something. Do they even have those, here?

I don't know. Probably. I just got here. Sometimes the playground can be fun? We could sit on the swings. [ Talk. Or, something. She's trying. ] It wouldn't put me through any trouble. I don't have anything going on. That's the beauty of just showing up in a place like this. Having no life.

[Which actually sounds pretty sad, when you think about it. Sam smiles. She's trying.]

That sounds great. I'll, uh... ask Dean.

[ It does, doesn't it? ]

Okay.

[There's a pause. A few minutes later, Sam pings again, looking embarrassed.]

He says... to be home by bedtime. I'm on my way out, though. Anywhere but here.

Me too. [ a stifled laugh. ] He's lengthening your leash. [ be happy, Sam. ...a beat. ] Which way is the playground?

Yeah, I feel real grown up. Uh, let's see. I think I found one, here? [He sends her a little map, with a dot for the playground. Which he supposes they don't really need to go to, but hell--Dean might come looking for him.] Meet me there?

Okay.

[ Elena finds her way to the playground easily. She peers around, seeing if she beat Sam there or not. ]

Sam... ? [ She has to remind herself that she's not in a horror movie. But, the desolate playground. The cool breeze? Yep. She feels like she's back in Mystic Falls. She half expects Klaus to pop out, holding Sam under his compulsion. She shakes that thought away. ]

[Sam jogs up, by himself, under no one's spell.]

Hey. Sorry I'm late. Had to reassure Dean I'd be okay. [He laughs. Well, it is a little bit funny. Once you remember it'll wear off.] Uh, thanks. I guess this is a little weird, huh? I'm Sam.

[He holds out his hand, remembering they haven't officially met.]

[ She can breathe. She smiles, warmly as she spots Sam. She even laughs. ]

Elena. [ she offers him a hand. ] Social... well, what's normal -- it's not so normal here, is it? [ not even getting his name before meeting him at a playground. when did Elena become so trusting? oh, right. she trusts easily. ] I hope you told him you were in good hands.

Hey, if he hired you, I'm sure you're good people. I'm just not supposed to take any candy from you. [He smiles, and gestures to the swings.] Wanna sit down? Tell me where you're from.

[ Elena has no problem taking a swing, feet digging into the mulch. ] I'm from Mystic Falls. It's in Virginia. It's -- one of those small towns that you think of when you think of small town America. We had a Civil War battle take place there.

[ Also. ] Darn, I left my candy at home.

[Sam laughs.]

I'll take a rain check. So did you like it? Mystic Falls, I mean. Not the Civil War battle.

I loved it there. It's... home. [ No past tense needed. It's the truest sense of the word. ]

Must be nice. Having a home, I mean. [He looks down.] I mean, a place you belong that much.

It is. [ She decides not to pry. They just met, really. ] Do you ever get used to the City?

[Sam shrugs.]

Sometimes... it can be nice. [At least, until it gets ripped away from you.] I guess... I could have gotten used to aspects of it. If they'd... stayed.

If who'd have stayed?

Oh, sorry. My mom. And my girlfriend. They're both... They both died, a long time ago. But the were here for awhile.

... I'm sorry, Sam.

It's okay. Or you know... there's nothing anyone can do. At least I got some more time with them.

[ That's the least that could've been. ] Yeah.

[Sam forces a smile.]

Hey, sorry. We just met, and I'm being depressing. It's okay, it is.

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