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The thing about being on the road is you never knew where you'd end up. As it so happened, Dean and Sam were staying at a nearby motel and Dean wanted a drink in a major way. It had been a long day. Sam decided to stay behind and read and so Dean set out on his own. He left the Impala behind as it was just a short walk and a well lit night.

Dean walked into the cantina, ordered a beer and settled on a seat off near a corner. He sat down, leaning back in his chair and took a nice long cool drink.

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He watches Logan tiptoe off and walks around so that Dean doesn't have to twist to see him. "Dad's fine, if you're comfortable with it."

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Dean's not sure if he is or not to be honest. He never thought he'd see John again, and certainly not a John that wasn't really his own dad.

"Thanks." he says, figuring he'll decide later what to call him.

"So.... uh. I guess things were different in your timeline huh?" He asks, stating the obvious as he's still a little flabbergasted.

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"From what I've heard and seen of others, I think it was quite a bit different." John nods to the seat across from him, asking if he can sit. "My Sam is a woman, for one thing."

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"Oh yeah.. sure. have a seat." Dean said. "Can I buy ya a beer?"

"Oh right, I've met Sam-girl. Wonder if it's the same one."

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"Coffee," says John, lowering himself and Buddy into the seat and leaning back with a sigh. "There's only one, as far as I know. Married to a former Republic Commando? Playing mom to another Sam's grandson?"

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"Sure." Dean tries to flag someone down. He looks over to Buddy. Cute kid, he thought.

"Hmm, probably." he tries to remember everything the girl Sam told him about herself.

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"And if you got her angry you'll have noticed things moving that shouldn't be." A furry brown catlike waitress stops at the table and sets down a cup of coffee and a glass of chocolate milk, and he thanks her by name.

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Dean cups his hands in front of his chest. "Yeah like really big hoot..." He stops, remembering there's a kid there and drops his hands into his lap and looks toward the ceiling in embarrassment.