Guilty consciences abound
Who: Sam & Gaeta
What: Some mutual emoing
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: The University
Rating: PG? We'll warn you if they decide to sex it up on a desk or something
Status: Incomplete; Closed
Somehow, and Sam really, really had no idea how, but somehow he'd gone out to grab lunch and somehow ended up walking toward the university campus. His subconscious apparently hadn't let go of the post on the message boards the other day, announcing registration for classes. Sam had read the post, and for a split second thought maybe... maybe... but no. It was stupid. Of course it was stupid.
Being stuck in this godforsaken town with barely any jobs to be had was starting to mess with his head. That was all. He'd told Dean once that he couldn't go back to that life now, after everything that had happened. And now that was more true then ever.
So why was it that he found himself wandering the halls of one of the academic buildings, glancing into lecture rooms and wishing he could go into one, and sit down in one of the horribly uncomfortable seats for two hours, and pull out his laptop and start typing up notes?
Damnit, Sam. You really need to get out more.
What: Some mutual emoing
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: The University
Rating: PG? We'll warn you if they decide to sex it up on a desk or something
Status: Incomplete; Closed
Somehow, and Sam really, really had no idea how, but somehow he'd gone out to grab lunch and somehow ended up walking toward the university campus. His subconscious apparently hadn't let go of the post on the message boards the other day, announcing registration for classes. Sam had read the post, and for a split second thought maybe... maybe... but no. It was stupid. Of course it was stupid.
Being stuck in this godforsaken town with barely any jobs to be had was starting to mess with his head. That was all. He'd told Dean once that he couldn't go back to that life now, after everything that had happened. And now that was more true then ever.
So why was it that he found himself wandering the halls of one of the academic buildings, glancing into lecture rooms and wishing he could go into one, and sit down in one of the horribly uncomfortable seats for two hours, and pull out his laptop and start typing up notes?
Damnit, Sam. You really need to get out more.