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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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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.]

Well-

[There would be a shrug here, if this were video.]

-I had a machine. But yeah, the detail work always sucked.

[There's an awkward pause here.]

Right, even with a machine.

[Because absolutely no one would be crazy enough to dig up a grave with just a shovel. No one.]

So do you think you'll look for a job here?

[DELICATE COUGHING.]

Probably. I could use the extra spending cash. And I figure I'll get bored without one.

Yeah, I'm starting to figure out the same thing.

Hey, if I manage to find one, I'll put in a good word for you.

Would you really?

[A grin touches his tone.]

Thanks! I'll do the same for you. It's Sam- ?

Sure. Beats working with total strangers.

And yeah, Sam Winchester.

[There's a beat of silence which might be concealing the biggest 'oh shit' moment in history.]

...I gotta go.

[There is no such thing as subtlety in Beacon Hills.]

Uh...okay. See you around, Isaac.

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