some roads you really fly

[beanchaointe]

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[matriarchate]

Yes. I would really like that.

( And so they drive! )

[imnot_likeyou]

[So they do! And the great thing about Mystic Falls is that there are a lot of open empty spaces where they could kill the lights and the car will probably go unnoticed.

Any vampires that would try and prey on them would be making a grave mistake.

But once they do find a good spot, Sam glances over and asks, because he isn't the kind of guy who usually goes from zero to sixty.]

So.

[A pause as he tries to figure out how to say this.]

You sure about this?

[matriarchate]

Seeing as it was my idea? Are you having second thoughts?

( She too goes from zero to sixty. If she's in, she's in. He didn't quite sweep her off his feet. But, she definitely knows what she wants. She's taking a page out of Lydia's handbook. )

[imnot_likeyou]

No.

[Not serious ones, anyway. Dean has always been the brother who moves faster, who leans into the impulsivity of it all, but that's never been Sam's strong suit.

He gets too attached. Maybe because he puts too much of his heart into it, but he does like Allison and he does want to be here.]

Just checking.

[It's the kind of line that once you slide across it you can't take it back. He wants to know what to expect. But he should also probably just shut his mouth.

He's never been good at that.]

[matriarchate]

Sam. I'm sure. I want this. Whatever this is. I want you. And if you're good with that? Then be good with it. Come on.

( And out the door she climbs, the sun so close to being done setting. It's actually quite picturesque. Darker blues and hints of orange and red. )

[imnot_likeyou]

[He can be good with that. He takes a deep breath and nods, getting out of the car to follow her and grabbing whatever supplies they may need for a trip up into the Falls to be away from prying eyes for a little while.]