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Hey, you've reached Priestly. Aren't you lucky! I'm not around to take your call, but you probably know what to do.

*beep*

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*riiiing*

"Priestly? ... Call me when you have time to talk, okay? ... Please. Thanks. .. bye."

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Yeah, like Priestly wasn't going to call back the moment he got THAT message.

He might've snagged some of Dean's whisky first. Just, you know, in case.

So have a ringing phone, Dinah.

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It was a day or so later. The young women were back with their families, or to where they felt safest. The nine attackers were in the custody of the local Queen. They were back on the road again, distributing medical supplies.

Denys had been buried in the town's graveyard.

Dinah didn't feel like talking, exactly. But she really needed to hear the voice of someone who hadn't been there.

"Priestly? S'me."

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Priestly smiled faintly at that, though he could tell from just the few words that she was not in a smiling mood. "I know, hon. I called you."

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"Oh. Right." Dinah nodded, leaning against a tree, back to the trunk. "You did. Thanks." She closed her eyes. "How are things there? Tell me something funny?"

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"Well, I don't know about funny, per se, but I apparently managed to pick the perfect day to spend out of town looking at schools. Apparently, there was an unfortunate confluence of random island events, last Saturday. I don't know the details, but the kitchen staff spent all of Sunday muttering about monsters and the hearing impaired."

Which would be why he didn't listen to the radio to find out the details. He was pretty sure he was just fine knowing he'd picked the right day to be in College Park.

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"Heh." She smiled a little, at least? "I'm glad I missed that one too. It'd have to make things much more difficult to fight." Dinah wrapped her arms around her stomach, listening to his voice. "What did you guys have for dinner? We're having a lot of potatoes, lately." A pang: we was minus one person now.

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Hmmm. Something was definitely up. But she seemed to just want to do small talk, and Priestly was nothing if not willing to give a woman what she wanted.

"Dunno what Dean had," he said, shifting the phone to his other ear and stretching out on his bed, glass of whisky close at hand. "I did a quesedilla with grilled chicken, brie, granny smith apples, and some mango salsa." It was pretty much the very soul of CalMex, yes. "Think I might try a south of the border type theme, this week."

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"We were gonna bring our crew to your place," Dinah blurted. Small talk, small talk, small talk. Try to make it that. "We told them so. After--I can't remember after what. Maybe after we won?" She swallowed. "Could still be a while. But that sounds-- that sounds awesome."

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Something happened to the crew? Dammit, he shouldn't be trying to read between her lines. When she needed to tell him, she'd tell him.

"How many people we talking here? I can make sure we're stocked up on fresh apples."

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"Seven," Dinah said automatically, then flinched. "I mean.. six. Wait. Maybe seven, the new girl..." She ran out of words, and rolled her eyes at herself. So much for small talk.

Ignore the wetness on her face, okay?

"...might come along. Maybe."

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Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

She'd tell him if the missing -- dead? -- seventh was someone he knew. She wouldn't dance around that. Also, she'd possibly be crying a lot more.

"I'll plan for an even ten, how's that? Then you can invite any extras along, too."

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"That sounds good." Dinah's voice was flat, but she tried to put more energy into it. "Mark and Kirt, they try, and we've venison stew a lot. I'm pretty sick of it." She paused. "Which is a stupid thing to complain about. I mean. There are people a lot worse off, you know?" No her voice was not cracking shut up Priestly!

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"There are," Priestly agreed. "But, you know, that doesn't mean you don't get to be tired of eating the same thing all the time."

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"Yeah. Yeah. Which was why we promised--" She cleared her throat. "They're a really great bunch. You'd really like them. Mark and Kirt are brothers, and Samantha's a mom of teenagers, so sometimes she treats them and Ulrich like they're her kids..." She paused, and then just said, "Denys. Would flirt with her. And she'd, she'd just laugh." Her eyes filled, and she whispered, "Not so funny now. That he's gone."

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Ah. There it was.

"I'm sorry," Priestly said softly. And had absolutely no idea what to say after that.

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"Yeaaaah," Dinah said, drawing it out. Trying to get some equilibrium. "Me too." She was silent for several seconds. "He rushed in. He should've waited. But I can't even really be mad, 'cause I would've done the same thing, if I'd been the one to get there first." She let out a shaky breath. "He helped save a girl. Him dying was an accident, she thought he was going to hurt her..."

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Fuck fuck fuck fuck. What the hell were you supposed to say in this situation? Pull some Galaxy Quest crap like "at least he died with honor"?

"The girl's okay?"

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"Enh." Trying to keep it casual, Dinah's voice got even more shaky. "She is. Yeah. The others-- um." She closed her eyes. "Two other young women were kidnapped the same day. They were-- pretty hurt. And one girl died." Another shaky breath. "I just... I don't..."

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"Hey, hey." Priestly really really wished she was there to hug. "You don't have to. We can talk about whatever you want." Hell, he'd recap Doctor Sexy episodes if that was what she needed.

Goddammit, what she needed was a hug. Why hadn't Fandom at least gotten on top of transmitting those over wireless signals?

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"I don't want to think about it, but I keep thinking about it," Dinah explained. "In bits and pieces, of... Denys, and those girls, and -- I accidentally killed a guy. I didn't even notice." She gulped for breath. "And we didn't notice Denys..." No, damnit, she did not want to think about this. More sniffling before she had herself under control. "Are you-- is Dean, are you guys hunting stuff? You're safe?" Please. Be safe.

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Priestly didn't know how to help with this. He didn't even know any soldiers, back home, not current ones, not ones that were still dealing with this sort of -- immediacy. Bad breakups, he could do. Hell, he was getting pretty good at "so you remember dying in an alternate timeline". But war?

He'd known this was coming, too. That was the worst part. He should have prepared better. He should know what to say.

"We're safe. Things are all quiet on the Fandom front, I promise." He could do a change of subject, would that help? "Believe it or not, Dean's pretty much thrown himself into being a teacher. Well, you know, as much as Dean throws himself into anything not directly ghost- or Sam-related."

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"Yeah?" Dinah's voice had turned hopeful, grateful for more distraction, and the assurance that he wasn't getting into trouble without her there. God bless Dean. Yay. "What's he teaching? Ghost-hunting? And, how's Sam? I should... visit him or something." Because Sam was at Columbia, and that was a world away from where she was.

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Well, technically, Sam was at Fandom, right now. Give him a couple weeks, though.

"He and Sam are, yeah. He plays it all gruff and shit, but I'm pretty sure the kids have actually kinda grown on him. Of course, tomorrow's his last class of the summer, so who knows what he'll do, next. I'm not sure even Fandom's ready for him to teach a full semester class."

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"He could teach.. .um. Weapons. That's always useful." Dinah was suddenly hit by a pang of wistfulness. "Man. I'd like to see that. Or be there teaching something. I could-- I could teach self-defense pretty well, right?" She shivered, and slid down the tree trunk, hugging her knees to her chest. "I mean. Now that I know better than to tackle."

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