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When Sam woke, it was in a bed that wasn't his own and without his dad or brother in sight... needless to say, there was a lot of freaking out. He fumbled out of bed and went looking through the apartment he was in... only to find a dog and not much else. Nothing that would tell him where he was anyway or where Dad or Dean was, when they'd be back.

He even got desperate enough to grab the phone and try their numbers... only to find them no longer in use which was just... even weirder. Now he was even more worried.

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"Yeah, I know. Your Dean would love to know he turns into a handsome devil like me." Dean grinned and guided Sam into one of the many corner drug stores in Savannah. They always had those little cameras.

"You're so not handsome, dude." Sam rolled his eyes, but his tone was still pretty much goodnatured. He followed Dean into a store when they found one, content to stick close. He didn't exactly like the idea of getting lost in an unfamiliar place either and Dean knew his way around.

"I'm totally a looker, Sammy. You're just jealous." He grabbed a camera from the display near the register and stepped into line to pay for it. In not too long at all, they were back out on the street and headed for the tour site.

"Of my dork brother?" He followed Dean, quiet for now but just because he was still looking around, interested. Dean had shown him a lot today...a lot, but he was still having fun taking it all in.

After this though? He might just want something to eat, maybe to go back home and relax.

"Of your awesome, amazing, studly brother, yes." Dean tore open the camera's packaging and started setting it up. Once it was ready, he took an experimental photo of Sam. Sam, his Sam, was never going to believe this without proof. Hell, Dean still didn't believe the ferret story.

He rolled his eyes, not quite realizing that Dean had the camera on him yet. He snorted, nudging at Dean. "Dude, I wasn't ready."

"What? That was perfect! I think I'll have it framed and call it: Bitchface. The early years." Dean grinned and shoved the camera into his jacket pocket, slinging his arm around Sam's shoulders. They were almost to the square. He could see a handful of people milling around the fountain in the middle of it. One was, yep, dressed like a pirate.

"I guess this is the place."

"God, you're a dork." Sam gave a short chuckle though, leaning into Dean a little as he looked around.

There was seriously a pirate. Not a great pirate, but a pirate and that earned another laugh. "Looks like it, yeah."

Dean led the way up to the group and he stepped over to the man in the pirate gear to pay their tour fees. Then they had another ten minutes or so to wait for any stragglers before they started the tour.

Their pirate guide led them through the various squares, Savannah had dozens of them, and pointed out the highlights. There was one where a 'witch' was supposedly hung and in that square alone, no Spanish moss would grow on any of the trees. All the other trees in all the other squares had moss growing. He walked them by the house where famous Savannah resident Jim Williams lived and died. They strolled past a house that was once a mortuary until the morticians who owned it were found to be 'losing' parts of the people they were paid to embalm. The cobblestone street outside the house, according to the guide, had once been torn up to find human hands, feet, and other parts buried underneath.

It shouldn't be a surprise to Dean that Sam ate up pretty much all of the sights and info he was being given, totally wrapped up in it, even if it was a little cheesy to have a pirate leading the way through. It was interesting anyway and occasionally, he'd lean in to murmur something to Dean, ask him a question here and there.

No wonder Dean liked it here so much... had the kinda stuff that was right up his alley. Witches and creepy morticians apparently. Maybe the last one wasn't exactly up their alley, but that didn't make it any less weird to hear about people finding humans parts around.

Dean wasn't surprised that Sam seemed into it. He figured his brother would enjoy the tour. Older Sam had when they moved here. Dean amused himself taking pictures of his brother at the various stops. He answered the questions the best he could and the ones he didn't know, they could look up later. There was no shortage of literature on the city. Savannah was very proud of itself.

When the tour ended, Dean tipped the pirate dude and grinned at his brother. "Not bad, huh?"

"Nah, it's pretty cool." He returned that grin a little. "Thanks, Dean, for showing me around."

Dad usually never let the do this kind of stuff, not too often anyway. It really was pretty interesting. Still weird to think this was Dean though... he was so much bigger and older.

"Think we can go home and get something to eat, Dean? Getting kinda hungry now."

"No problem. What do you feel like eating?" He asked as they headed back toward the apartment, marveling on how much walking they'd done today. The city's nefariously pleasant walking conditions meant that he walked pretty much everywhere he needed to go. He hated to admit it, but his brother had a point about daily exercise. He hadn't felt this good in ages.

"I don't care..." He paused. "Not mac and cheese." That was one of Dean's favorite things to whip up from his time anyway... and yeah, it got kind of gross after awhile.

"Dude, what's wrong with my mac and cheese? It's gourmet!" Actually, he'd gotten a lot better with mac and cheese. No more boxes with the powdered cheese. Still, he wouldn't inflict it on Sam tonight. He had some steaks thawed in the fridge he was planning on cooking up, so if Sam didn't have a preference, that's what they'd have.

"We have it all the time! I think that's the only thing you can actually cook..." Or whatever else was almost instant. He shook his head, smiling. "Is that still the only thing you can cook?"

"No, dude. I'm like a badass chef now. You're the one who can't cook." Sam was getting a little better, but Dean would still rather do it himself. He grinned and nudged his shoulder against Sam's. "I'll show you. You'll be amazed."

"I'll believe it when I see it, Dean." Because the Dean he knew? Totally wasn't interested in cooking that much to get that great at it.

When they got closer to the apartment, he followed Dean inside. He was getting kinda tired now,so he was looking forward to the rest. They'd been walking practically all over Savannah today... a breather sounded kind of nice.

"You'll see, brat." Dean promised. He could totally cook now!

Dean left Sam with the TV, the book shelf, and the puppy in the living room. In the kitchen, he got to work on dinner. Steaks and baked potatoes were always a winning combination. He'd even put a salad together just to forestall any complaining.

Sam settled on the couch with a book and Ozzy's half on his lap to get scratched. He read quietly, waiting for Dean to call him in.

He had to admit, whatever he was making smelled good.

Dean had two big potatoes baking in the oven while he seared the steaks in a cast iron pan on the stove -- just as Alton Brown intended! He hummed to himself as he put the salad together and set the table. When everything was ready, Dean plated the steaks and potatoes, he put butter and sour cream on the table for the potatoes, and then he called Sam in. "You want a soda? There's water, milk, and I think some V8 or some crap older you likes."

"Soda sounds good." He stepped into the kitchen, looking around curiously and settling at the table.

"You really cooked this?" It actually looked good... He was pretty surprised actually.

"'Course I did. Where would I stash a chef in here?" He retorted, grabbing a soda from the fridge for Sam and a beer for himself. He set the can down in front of his brother and took his seat. Second later, he had a furry hopeful sitting beside his chair.

"Moocher," he complained and got a tail wag for his trouble.

Sam snorted, rolling his eyes as he took the soda, opening it and took a drink. He smiled at the puppy... no wonder his older self thought he was going to get fat!

"Bet you're still gonna give him some anyway."

"Am not," Dean lied as he cut a small piece off his steak and slipped it to Ozzy. He was powerless to resist those big eyes. It was all Sam's fault. Sam started the puppy eyes thing years ago and Dean had been helpless against them ever since.

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