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So, I've just gotta ask. How many people's parents here went to Woodstock? Because I've been hearing some pretty groovy names being tossed about.

[A pause, and Sam's voice sounds a little more amused as he continues.]

Or what about people named after their grandmothers? I know at least one.

[Totally not talking about you, Deanna-er, Dean.]

Anyway, for those of you who are new, welcome aboard. I guess.

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Uh...yeah. I think I've heard that name before, actually. [Also from one of Dean's stories. It involved twins.]

Hey, I'm Sam. Pretty boring by comparison.

...really?

[Weird. But, not totally unheard of apparently.]

Isaac. Same, I guess.

Yeah, but I think that one worked at- [He clears his throat.] A club.

So how long have you been stuck here?

.....oh.

[THAT KIND OF CLUB, HUH?]

Uh. [He clears his throat too. Awkwardly.] Just a few weeks, I think. I'm still getting the hang of all this.

Same here.

So what was it that you used to do? You know, before you were drafted.

[He sighs.]

High school.

[As if that explains EVERYTHING.]

You?

Yikes.

[Yeah, he might be better off here. Sam's not sure how to answer the return question though. How does he sugarcoat at the edge of the Apocalypse?]

Traveling around. Doing odd jobs with my brother.

[Really odd.]

Sounds fun. At least you're free to do whatever you want.

[There's a little laugh.]

School isn't so bad. You just have to know how to throw your weight around a little.

Not always. Believe it or not, I can't remember the last time I did have any fun.

High school though. I actually kind of liked it. [Or would have, if they'd ever got to stay in one place for very long.]

Did you play any sports? Belong to any clubs?

What? That's not what being on the road is about. [He huffs, before turning his attention back to Sam's questions.]

Yeah. I'm on the lacrosse team. It's pretty much the most important sport of school.

[And, you know, part of an elite wolf pack, but that goes off the resume.]

Yeah, as it turns out, adulthood can be pretty lame.

You must have a pretty good team.

Well- at least you get out of the house.

[It's kind of tight, the way he says it, but- ultimately, Isaac tries to remain flippant.]

We just won the championship game.

[After Isaac crippled like, half the guys on their team, whoops.]

My brother almost never lets me drive though. He says his car is his 'baby', and he doesn't trust her to just anyone.

Yeah? Congratulations.

[He sighs.] I don't even have my permit yet.

One more thing the Initiative screwed me over on, I guess.

With the way gas prices are, they might've done you a favor.

I've got a job.

[A pause, and he cringes.]

Had a job.

Really? Saving up for your first car?

...not exactly.

[He frowns.]

Mostly it was just in exchange for lacrosse stuff. I, uh- worked for my dad.

Dads can make the toughest bosses of all.

[Isaac goes quiet for a moment.]

...so what do you do here? You got a job?

Not yet. I've most just been waiting for missions and learning as much as I can. What about you?

Just got here. I haven't even looked at applications yet. I mean, how would you even start writing a resume? 'Hey, I dug graves for a living in another universe and I don't have a contact number because my boss doesn't exist in this timeline'?

Your dad was a gravedigger?

Not exactly.

[A little awkward laugh.]

He owned the graveyard. I was a gravedigger.

Gotcha.

That's harsh. Digging up graves is pretty backbreaking work, especially if you have to do it alone.

[He speaks from experience.]

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