[locked: dean & ruby | separate threads] crawwwwwling innnn my skinnn
[Ruby:] Sam Winchester had long ago lost his ability to just appreciate the forest as a relaxing place of beauty, not when he knew fully well what kind of living legends stalked within even the quietest backwoods of America. So he was automatically inclined to not spend too much time marvelling over the wonders of nature, even if he hadn't been attacked by some kind of unidentifiable mutant beasts on his first day here.
He couldn't shake the feeling, when he'd arrived at this fort or whatever it was and found that there were even more residents here than he could have ever guessed, that he was reliving a nightmare that had brought him to death and back again once before. His uncertainty was only magnified by the continuing sense of void at his very core, ever since that incident with the plants where Damon had saved him.
He hadn't put it in so many words initially - not to Damon, or to himself - but managing to get away from the guy and his smart alec comebacks for awhile left Sam little choice but to admit the truth: he was probably only alive because he'd come along, and whatever he might have said about Sam just 'being in the way', he could have easily left him to the vines. And if this sense of emptiness was the result of just a few minutes in their grip, Sam shuddered to think what another ten minutes, or hour, or day would have done.
So why exactly had Damon saved him after boasting about bringing him here to kill him upon their first meeting? Something didn't add up. Damon obviously wasn't telling him something, other than... whoever was responsible for their being here. Castiel had mentioned on the journal something about time travel, and if Dean was here instead of in a hospital bed, then he hoped Cas was right. His brother really wasn't in shape right now to get chased around the woods by monsters that could change shape or vanish at will. Hopefully he'd made it safely to the barracks. Which meant he had to be in one of these buildings... somewhere.
Wandering aimlessly between them wasn't probably the best way to locate him, but he couldn't bring himself to make a general announcement in the journals. In case something - or someone - was watching him.
He'd call it paranoia if his life weren't the string of not-coincidences-after-all that it had been. Plus, he had the horrible feeling that Dean might notice something wrong with him and start asking questions and he was afraid of the answers.
What if this empty feeling never went away?
He shoved another door open - at least this little jaunt around gave him a solid excuse to explore his surroundings.
[Dean:] It wasn't even a question to Sam that Ruby shouldn't stick around for this little reunion. He hadn't mentioned her being here to Dean because... well, for a lot of reasons. They had enough to deal with figuring out where they were, and Ruby might be able to help. But her helping would be a whole lot harder if he had to spend all his time keeping Dean off her back.
Plus, he was pretty sure Dean would instinctively not like to hear that Sam had run into her first, even if it wasn't Sam's fault. No one ever said his brother was a solid exercise in logic all the time.
So he removed himself to where he'd claimed to Dean he already was - the middle of the barracks, standing outside one of the buildings, leaning against a post, hands shoved awkwardly in his pockets. At least nothing had jumped out at him yet or tried to eat his face off, which was a nice change from outside the high wooden walls.
Either way, he wanted to get Dean's opinions on those creatures that had attacked him. Maybe if they put their heads together, they could figure it out. It wasn't as if they had a library at their disposal.
He couldn't shake the feeling, when he'd arrived at this fort or whatever it was and found that there were even more residents here than he could have ever guessed, that he was reliving a nightmare that had brought him to death and back again once before. His uncertainty was only magnified by the continuing sense of void at his very core, ever since that incident with the plants where Damon had saved him.
He hadn't put it in so many words initially - not to Damon, or to himself - but managing to get away from the guy and his smart alec comebacks for awhile left Sam little choice but to admit the truth: he was probably only alive because he'd come along, and whatever he might have said about Sam just 'being in the way', he could have easily left him to the vines. And if this sense of emptiness was the result of just a few minutes in their grip, Sam shuddered to think what another ten minutes, or hour, or day would have done.
So why exactly had Damon saved him after boasting about bringing him here to kill him upon their first meeting? Something didn't add up. Damon obviously wasn't telling him something, other than... whoever was responsible for their being here. Castiel had mentioned on the journal something about time travel, and if Dean was here instead of in a hospital bed, then he hoped Cas was right. His brother really wasn't in shape right now to get chased around the woods by monsters that could change shape or vanish at will. Hopefully he'd made it safely to the barracks. Which meant he had to be in one of these buildings... somewhere.
Wandering aimlessly between them wasn't probably the best way to locate him, but he couldn't bring himself to make a general announcement in the journals. In case something - or someone - was watching him.
He'd call it paranoia if his life weren't the string of not-coincidences-after-all that it had been. Plus, he had the horrible feeling that Dean might notice something wrong with him and start asking questions and he was afraid of the answers.
What if this empty feeling never went away?
He shoved another door open - at least this little jaunt around gave him a solid excuse to explore his surroundings.
[Dean:] It wasn't even a question to Sam that Ruby shouldn't stick around for this little reunion. He hadn't mentioned her being here to Dean because... well, for a lot of reasons. They had enough to deal with figuring out where they were, and Ruby might be able to help. But her helping would be a whole lot harder if he had to spend all his time keeping Dean off her back.
Plus, he was pretty sure Dean would instinctively not like to hear that Sam had run into her first, even if it wasn't Sam's fault. No one ever said his brother was a solid exercise in logic all the time.
So he removed himself to where he'd claimed to Dean he already was - the middle of the barracks, standing outside one of the buildings, leaning against a post, hands shoved awkwardly in his pockets. At least nothing had jumped out at him yet or tried to eat his face off, which was a nice change from outside the high wooden walls.
Either way, he wanted to get Dean's opinions on those creatures that had attacked him. Maybe if they put their heads together, they could figure it out. It wasn't as if they had a library at their disposal.