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Detention, Depths of the Castle, Tuesday

Another bright, shining, and pink day had begun for the ~~prisoners~~ guests being held in detention, and while the morning started off the same as the day before, there was a strange sort of feeling in the air once people began waking up. A kind of... musical feeling, in fact.

Umbridge might have taken over the island, but the island still had a mind of her own, thank you very much.

[No, the barriers of detention cannot save you from Once More With Fandom Day! The OCD is up, so have at it!]

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Dinah managed to get through most of her dinner (ugh) before the singing bug grabbed her again at some point when she was looking at Sam.

And then she had to fight to keep her voice very low so no one would hear it, and not look anywhere.

If you're asking
I can't say no (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CK8Jys3K6rI&feature=related)
Just one more chapter
Our book won't close
And I know it's madness
To play these odds
It's like giving matches
To paper, to paper dolls...

Well. Shit.

Sam was picking through his dinner, not particularly hungry, and snuck a glance over at Dinah to see if maybe she'd want what he didn't. When he saw her mouth moving, he smiled softly and went over to sit next to her. "Did you get hit with the singing thing?" he asked sympathetically.

Why hadn't she let Raven kill her before this? Really? Why?

"...yep." Dinah swallowed, trying to keep control of her jaw muscles and her mouth. "You haven't been?"

And almost under her breath:

Uh, tried sweet talk, tried dynamite
But I sleepwalk back to the battle site
Fight fire with fire but the fire won't fight
We just fly these circles like tired kites

At least that wasn't *too* revealing. Right? Right?

Sam shook his head. "Probably a good thing. I'm not a very good singer. But you sound nice. It's okay, I won't judge you or anything. The island's kind of mean, but you're not."

Oh, sure, Sam. Go ahead. Break her heart a little more. Because of all the stupid crushes to get on someone, getting it on the half-crazy guy who misses his boyfriend? And not realizing it 'til now? Stupid, stupid, stupid... And the worst of it, was hurting for him, wishing he was better, and happy. And not even being able to say that.

And you flash some fang
And I bat my lashes
And we're back again
No end to this game with matches

"But I don't want to. You're right, the Island's mean--" And Dinah managed to keep We've been lovers and strangers and friends who get angry very soft, but probably still audible.

Sam might not have been playing with a full deck of cards, but Winchester observance skills never really went away. "Oh Dinah," he said quietly, looking guilty. "I can... do you want me to go? I don't... I don't want to upset you. But you can... I kind of like your songs, I mean."

Dinah swallowed hard, eyes shut. "You don't have to go. If this isn't making you-- I don't want to freak you out."

And maybe it was a relief, to say it. Not like anything was going to happen in here.

Made mistakes and amends and brief moments of magic
We forgive and forget and give in to attraction
This whole thing depends on amnesia and madness
And I'd be leaving for good, I'd be looking for better
But I got this broken habit I keep gluing back together

"It'd take a lot more than this to freak me out," Sam said, putting his hand on Dinah's arm. "All things considered, after everything in here... this isn't bad. Not at all."

The fever, the fire, the feathers
The fever defies measure
And good sense won't venture where the moth will go...

Dinah still couldn't look at Sam, but she leaned into him as her voice trailed off, and whispered, "So, still friends, at least? I mean." She took a shaky breath. "Peter, and all."

Sam smiled and put his arm around Dinah so she could lean on him. "I think we could both use all the friends we can get. And we've been friends for too long to not be anymore. Peter... he'll understand. Would understand."

She finally chanced a look at his face, and smiled ruefully back, curling closer. And oh, that hurt. The past tense. Sam admitting that he was... Peter shouldn't have to be past tense. Dinah swallowed, and gave Sam a very light kiss. "Yeah. I hope he would."

And if someone wanted to torture her for it tomorrow, screw 'em.

It did hurt to admit that Peter wasn't really here, and Sam honestly wasn't sure if he'd say it out loud again. But the kiss from Dinah made the ache in his chest hurt less, and that was more than he could possibly ask for.

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