Mar 09, 2011 12:03
leela,
kirk,
s.t.,
klavier,
japan,
tsubaki,
badd,
anise,
minato,
the doctor,
sam winchester,
firo,
goku (dragonball),
taura,
dexter,
franziska,
claire bennet,
kinomoto sakura,
peter parker,
snow,
lunge,
lana skye,
ruby,
mello,
soren,
brainiac 5,
the flash,
roxas,
albedo,
stefan,
peter petrelli,
mele,
damon,
two-face,
ritsuka,
lion,
rapunzel,
erika,
edgar,
canada,
the scarecrow,
sync,
matt,
maya,
zevran,
battler,
spock,
zack,
kratos,
l,
shinji,
kenshin,
bella,
scott pilgrim,
gumshoe,
ax,
claire littleton,
sora,
gren,
prussia,
claude,
renamon,
guybrush,
dean winchester,
byrne,
guy,
kairi,
venom,
nigredo,
ilia,
kibitoshin,
lightning,
rita,
alaric,
yue,
sasuke,
aidou,
claire stanfield,
edward cullen,
kaworu,
mccoy
So yeah. It was probably good the night had cut out when it had. Jesus Christ. He was so distracted that there was a beat after he sat up before he realized that the simple clothes he'd been wearing since day one were gone. Replaced, as a matter of fact, by a dress code that was decidedly military issued, right down to the boots and dog tags. He frowned down at the tag and ran his thumb over the neat letters and numbers stamped into the stainless steel. Looked like they were keeping the assigned names. The smiley face, too, though he had a feeling that'd been kept ironically than anything. But it did indicate that this apparent change of hands didn't mean all pretenses were getting dropped. As much as the military facade seemed much more genuine-by virtue of lacking the creepy it's-for-your-own-good vibe-it was worth remembering that it didn't mean that it actually was. His serial number didn't mean much to him either. He hadn't figured it would've. Were they gonna be expected to remember it? Identify by it, even?
He had no clue, but he took a second out to file away the digits. No such thing as remembering too much information. He dropped the tags beneath his shirt and was half-reminded of the amulet he'd been wearing...not that long ago, really. It felt awhile, but it'd only been a little over two weeks.
Shaking it off, the significance of Peter not being there struck him right as one of the soldiers threw open his door. He'd gotten used to often waking up without his roommate with him that it'd taken a moment to understand it made no sense this time. He felt a flash of concern. Shouldn't they have dragged them both out of bed together? He could see the nurses letting each of them sleep as much as they needed, but the soldiers were a totally different matter. Had something happened? Was he over-thinking it?
He didn't get the chance to mull any further. The soldier pointed at the beret, said tersely, "Put that on," and growing up with Dad meant Sam had gotten extremely good at making snap judgments about when to pick his battles. He did as he was told and weighed the thought of asking questions. The soldier didn't seem hostile, but he wasn't all smiles, either. Sam opted out. He might be able to get away with a few questions, but not more. There was no point in saying anything until he sorted out what needed to be asked and what didn't.
Half of him was preoccupied with absorbing all that was happening at the moment; the other half was stuck on what the hell he was going to do with this whole angels and demons deal. He knew Ruby well. He recognized when something had her freaked, or at least on edge. Castiel had definitely been it.
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