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Swayze Always Gets A Pass - OTA

Dean had entered the library - yes he knew there was one, but he wasn't a fan of the one at the Inn because of all the 'Black Magic Women' that were in charge of it. He didn't trust it - or rather them and by extension, it. But he'd heard there were VCR machines to be rented and he'd gone in, got what he needed and got out - sort of like how he did clothes shopping.

Videos were another matter entirely. That was like going into an old school Blockbuster and not around the magic types. Win/win. He was looking at the selection in the VHS 'lending library' area. "Man this is awesome!" He grabbed, 'The Outsiders, Roadhouse and Rudy' then went down the next aisle and made a face when the first movie he saw was 'Dirty Dancing'. "Swazye always gets a pass."

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"Ah." So in other words, an excuse for men not to feel unmanly watching a girl movie. It sounded like a motto her brothers might like. But Sunny wasn't going to get into that here and now. "So what would one of the great ones be?"

"Outsiders, this is a classic." He held up the tape for her to see. "It's about poor kids verses richer kids and growing up as an outsider in town." He might identify with the outsiders.

"It's based on a book." He tossed that in because he heard Sam's voice in the back of his head yapping about it was a book first.

"That doesn't much matter. Either it stands on its own as a story or not." But Sunny did have to admit that was intriguing. There were a lot of different ways to be on the social fringe. She idly fingered a blonde braid. "But that sounds interesting. Maybe I'll try it out when you're done."

He’d seen it a million times and it wasn’t like he was going anywhere. Beside, introducing someone to the greatness of Patrick Swayze was always good.

Dean held out the tape to her, “here, try it out now if you want. I have enough movies to watch. I’ll pick it up when you’re done.”

"If you're sure..." Sunny started as she tentatively accepted the tape. She was already considering who she might ask to watch it with her. She wasn't keen on watching movies by herself.

She nodded toward the stack he'd collected. "Are you ready to check out, or did you have more browsing to do?"

He could watch Rudy and Roadhouse over and over, so this wouldn't be a problem. "Yeah, I'm good. Is there like a time limit on these things?"

Sunny nodded, but she had to admit, "Yeah, but we're not as strict about it as an actual library would be. It's too easy to lose track of time here." She jerked her head in the direction of the circulation desk. "I can take care of it."

"And it's not like you wouldn't be able to find me if I didn't bring it back." Dean said with a flash of a smile as he followed her toward the desk.

"We do know where everyone sleeps," Sunny answered, keeping her laugh soft to keep from disturbing any other patrons. She led Dean back to the desk and took the VHS tapes so she could complete the charm that would allow the materials to leave the library space.

She passed them back when she'd finished. "But most people finish and come back before a month's up. Have fun with those."

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"Thanks and enjoy the movie." He motioned toward the Outsiders with his chin as he scooped up the other tapes.

Sunny nodded and picked up the tape, considering it. "I've only seen a couple of Coppola films before, but that name alone is guarantee that it'll be interesting. And it's been too long since I saw a movie older than I am. An American one, anyway."

"When Sam and I travel around, I usually catch an old movie on the TV, but since it's all old all the time here." Dean smiled, "I can catch up on the classics. You have a favorite movie?"

He was always open for new ideas - well it depended on the genre.

"Beasts of the Southern Wild," Sunny answered at once. It wasn't the best movie, but she had quite the soft spot for it and it made her sob like a baby. "Though I doubt that one's going to turn up here. I really do love to hate Powder, that one's likely around."

Dean hadn't heard of either of them, but he was curious enough to ask about the one that might be here. "What do you love to hate about Powder?"

Sunny pulled a face, but she was all too happy to answer the question. "Mystical albinos. Like magical Negroes, except slightly less bad. As it turned out, yes, I do have magic, but it doesn't have thing one to do with my albinism, albinos are completely ordinary people except for extra sensitive skin and vision problems, and bullshit like that movie just continues the perception that we're like unicorns or demons or some other supernatural shit instead of being just people."

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Dean never thought about it. Demons came in all shapes and colors in his world, mostly because of the meatsuits they grabbed. He certainly wouldn't say oh there's a demon because someone was an albino. But he got that was because his world was screwed up that he'd know what real demons looked like.

"Ah so the movie is about a mystical albino." For some reason that sounded familiar. Probably some late night movie he watched when he was a kid and cleaning his gun.

"Your magic come from your mom or was it something you got into later?" See? He could ask a magic question without flinching now.

In Dean's world there were two kinds of witches, inherited from the mother or grandmother and learned because they wanted to curse someone.

"My grandmother. But she died before I was born, so..." Sunny shrugged. "I didn't actually learn anything, or even know, until I was older and a friend of mine finally noticed."

It was weird to think of witches as someone not trying to kill him and Sam. But Dean was trying. Sort of.

"That must have sucked trying to figure out what was going on before your friend noticed." At least his dad had prepared him and Sam for what the hell was out there.

Sunny shook her head at that. "No, you don't understand. I didn't know anything. I didn't even know magic was real. When Chichi started talking about spells, I thought she was clean out of her mind." There had been strange things about her even then, in retrospect. That spell with malaria when she was two was something she shouldn't have survived. She should not have been able to creep up so silently on her father when she was small. "My mother didn't have magic, so my grandmother didn't, couldn't, tell her anything. There was nothing for me."

It was like his father. He'd had no idea what the hell was out there until he saw his wife pinned to the ceiling in fire.

"Damn, that must have been rough."

Shit, now he was feeling empathy. What the hell?

"How did your friend convince you it was real and not just crazy shit?"

"She... woke me up, I guess you could say," Sunny mused, thinking back to the touch of the juju knife on her tongue. All of a sudden everything was just more. In those first few minutes there had been too many colors, too many sounds and smells.

"I still thought it was kind of nuts until I got properly initiated, though. That was way too weird to deny anything anymore."

Dean debated about telling his father's story but it wasn't like strangers didn't know, thanks to Chuck's books. They were just safely hidden in this world.

"My dad learned about the supernatural like that. Had no idea it was out there and thought he was seeing things. Went to a woman named Missouri that opened his eyes." Sometimes he missed Missouri. He didn't miss her screwing around in his head though.

"Sam and I were lucky that we learned about it since we were kids." Dean earlier than Sam.

Sunny pressed her lips together in thought. "I don't exactly regret being innocent of it in my childhood. Only when I got older, I was behind all my friends who were raised with it. I'm still playing catch up in a bunch of little ways."

"I get that." Dean remembered what it was like trying to learn everything to both impress his father and keep Sam safe. So much he put on his own shoulders.

"But I'm going to guess that you push yourself harder than your friends do because you're still playing catch up." Or Dean was projecting what he did.

Sunny shrugged. "It's either that or get myself killed more often than I'd like, so. Yes."

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