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[blonderussianspy]

Natalya usually went on August 26th, the anniversary of the day the Soyuz had crashed onto the island, but she hadn't this year. She'd thought about it, toward the end of the day, but she'd had plans to see Sam and she couldn't bring herself to postpone or cancel them. It was a funny thing, to find herself with plans. And then she'd stayed away because she was afraid of facing it, she realized. After the inarguable failure that the Rapture operation had proven to be, she just... Hadn't wanted to walk up to the cemetery and look at the names, and remember the wreckage and all the people she'd let down.

But that was cowardice, so she dressed in khaki shorts and ankle boots that were good for the terrain and a black tank top, and she headed for the cemetery, Ahimsa following curiously behind.

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[badblood_rising]

After the past couple of months -- Hell, the past half a year, but especially the most recent months -- Sam's been keeping a close eye on people. The list remains fairly static, which is a good thing in his book, and short, which is a good thing too mostly, but there's still a list. Dean, Natalya, Neil, Shari. He doesn't pry for secrets or force confrontations, but he's there, in case he needs to.

In this case, he's on the path, taking long strides on his way to Natalya's, only to find her heading his way. He stops, a small, pleased smile quirking his lips. "Hey," Sam calls as she nears him. "Where you off to?"