44 Blueberry Hill, Front Porch, Wednesday Late Morning
He'd slept restlessly all night -- dreams of sharp-toothed, fanged demon-like creatures combined with the ever-growing, infuriatingly nagging sensation that he was forgetting something important had plagued Sam's subconscious, and he was sure he'd been tossing and muttering in his sleep. Add into the mix certain physical frustrations and general tiredness -- not fatigue; he hardly ever seemed to reach that level of energy drain, though he never noticed that detail -- after spending most of yesterday putting the house back in order, and he was one very grumpy Sam.
Breakfast hadn't helped, and he was far too agitated to even try working on the motorcycle -- and the fact that Cole was actually going to try and kiss Jack just to get Aziraphale to let them have some time together didn't sit well with him at all. He'd chalked it up to slightly irrational jealousy issues, but suddenly that wasn't feeling right either.
So out on the porch he was, with a pack of cigarettes and a beer left over from the disastrous party, mulling over what in hell was bothering him so much.
He didn't expect it to hit him all at once.
Getting attacked by those creatures from his dream . . . Phoebe and Cole patching him up afterward . . . Jack and Dean covering it up on the news . . . going to see Jack and waking up several hours later only to come home with a story about stupid frat boy tricks and have Phoebe and Cole insist he'd told them differently before.
Jack had known -- and he'd tried to make Sam forget.
"Son of a bitch!"
[OOC: For ze boyfriend and/or girlfriend should they so desire, but otherwise just establishy. Mwaha. ETA: Note to self and nemesis -- subject of convo with Phoebe NFB kthx. :D]
Breakfast hadn't helped, and he was far too agitated to even try working on the motorcycle -- and the fact that Cole was actually going to try and kiss Jack just to get Aziraphale to let them have some time together didn't sit well with him at all. He'd chalked it up to slightly irrational jealousy issues, but suddenly that wasn't feeling right either.
So out on the porch he was, with a pack of cigarettes and a beer left over from the disastrous party, mulling over what in hell was bothering him so much.
He didn't expect it to hit him all at once.
Getting attacked by those creatures from his dream . . . Phoebe and Cole patching him up afterward . . . Jack and Dean covering it up on the news . . . going to see Jack and waking up several hours later only to come home with a story about stupid frat boy tricks and have Phoebe and Cole insist he'd told them differently before.
Jack had known -- and he'd tried to make Sam forget.
"Son of a bitch!"
[OOC: For ze boyfriend and/or girlfriend should they so desire, but otherwise just establishy. Mwaha. ETA: Note to self and nemesis -- subject of convo with Phoebe NFB kthx. :D]