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In between. [ A beat. He smiles wryly. ] I'm 21. Hit that milestone and woke up here, like, a month later. Great place to spend the prime of my life, huh.

[ Jeff takes his drink and gives the straw a little swirl, pausing as Dean mentions, well, that unnamed half brother. He offers the man a sympathetic frown, even though it's a concept so far removed from his own experience that... fuck, he has no idea what to say. ]

Oh. That... Sorry. [ He pauses, then tries for something... maybe happier? ] What's, um. What's Sam like?

Yeah, it's a 21 year old's wet dream.

( Dean would not be good here at 21. He'd kill every witch and vampire he encountered, or he'd try. And he'd bed every woman he would want to. He'd have to trouble with quota, only trouble with morals he thought were right. )

We didn't know him long enough. ( It's fine. And more tragic than he thinks it could be, so don't worry about it, Jeff. Let's stick to Sam. ) Sam's smart, like, really smart. And taller than everybody in the room. He likes a good book and he treats his body like a temple. He's the best guy I know.

Mmmhm. [ Teasingly, he adds: ] Only in my wet dreams, I still have equal rights.

[ This witch right here is definitely glad he's not facing a 21-year-old witch hunter right now. Or, well, he would be if he knew that was once Dean's, er, vocation.

Jeff takes a sip of his drink, listening as the other man starts to talk about his brother. It's... nice, hearing the fondness in Dean's voice, as he paints a picture of Sam. He's full of brotherly pride for the guy.

And briefly, selfishly, Jeff wonders how his own big brother would describe him to somebody. Mike would be diplomatic and kind, sure, but he doubts it would be glowing. He'd use words like troubled, impulsive, misguided. 'Oh, he's talented but...' ]

He sounds fucking amazing. [ Jeff's sincere as he says it, and he flashes Dean another smile. ] Here's hoping he never shows up here, right?

[ Because this city suuuuucks. ]

( Dean's always been Sam's biggest cheerleader. He knows what his brother could've been doing had he not pulled him out of Stanford. Sam translates ancient texts and apprentices Rowena from beyond the grave. Sam is the smartest guy Dean knows, besides himself. Dean never gives himself enough credit when it comes to how smart he really is. He may not have gone to school, but he's smart. )

Don't know. He does and we're not away from each other anymore. Would I wish this on him? Hell no. ( He'd joke about how Sam'd clutch his pearls if he were here, but Sam always approached sex more carefully than Dean did. He cared about who he cared about. He'd live. ) I don't know. Selfish part says, no. The part that wants him to live a long and happy life and not worry about me? That part says yes.

[ He nods. It's not like Jeff hasn't had similarly mixed thoughts about his loved ones. Some nights he misses his mom so much he could cry. His friends, too. God, he'd been so codependent on Ally for so many years, he hadn't realized how incomplete he'd feel without her. His platonic soul mate...

He even misses the demon sometimes. At least with Ziggy around, he was never alone. ]

Yeah... I know my family's doing good without me, so. [ He shrugs and takes a bigger drink. ] I'm okay sticking around here without 'em. Not like I was doing anything back home.

[ He'd just lost his band and tanked his budding career, so, eh. Might as well be the end of the world! (To a 21 year old, anyway.) ]

Maybe I can be a real rock star here.

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I know no matter what, Sammy'll survive.

( Dean's not gone, not cursed, just dead. Run of the mill vampire dead. Jeff was doing nothing and Dean was trying to start over. He was even contemplating going back into the workforce. )

You gave a good show. I'd pay money for it. ( Hunter money, anyway. ) How many of us feel like this is our chance to start over. With -- boundaries.

Yeah? [ Oh, he grins like pure sunshine, because that's the best compliment Jeff could hope for. ] Thanks! Now I just need everyone else in the city to get on board, then I'm set.

[ He huffs softly, expression going a little more serious. A chance to start over... Until now, he hadn't really thought of this in those terms, but... It doesn't sound so bad, now. ]

I dunno. I guess there's more than a few of us. Some people seem to really like it here, like it's better than home... Even some of the other subs... [ Speaking of: ] Hey, I might be totally crazy, but didn't you have-- the last time I saw you... [ He runs a finger down his own marking. ]

I did. Don't ask anyone from the city, they'll wrap you in a straitjacket.

( That was a maddening fifteen minutes. )

I fall under one of those, maybe it's better than categories, but I won't rub it in your face. Still going to push back when I can. Can't lose those muscles.

Huh... So it just... it just happened? That's it? No explanation? [ Man. Can it happen to anyone at any time? Would he even want it if the opportunity came up?

He pushes the thought aside. It doesn't really matter right now, anyway. Jeff smiles, a little crookedly, and takes another drink. At least he can feel some nice buzz starting to blossom. ]

Yeah? You got a whole Rebel Without a Cause thing going? Or-- [ Wait. ] Rebel With a Cause.

They refused an explanation, probably because they don't want to justify why they do what they do. If they have any reason.

( He bets not. )

Most days.

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