It seemed like whatever Brian had done to get sedated, it had been pretty bad. Peter didn't recall anyone else remaining out of it for this long, or being in such a bad state that they couldn't even walk or function without help. It probably wasn't his business to ask how it had happened, though, and Sam had already explained that he had no idea.
Right now they need to focus on finding somewhere safe, and Sam seemed to think that one of these houses might be their best bet. Seeing how Peter didn't have any better ideas, he tried to help his roommate move his brother further along down the road until he stopped at a specific home.
When he realized that Sam was going to force the door open, Peter moved back, standing near Nathan until the coast was clear. He was about to follow after his roommate, but then he paused at the sound of a yell coming from somewhere closer to the center of town.
He sent Nathan a frown and turned himself around, staring in the direction of the noise as he let out a breath. He couldn't just go hiding when people might be in danger the same way Sam had been, could he?
"I should go back," he said, glancing over to Nathan. "You can come with me." There was no point in suggesting that Nathan stay behind, since he knew there was no way his brother would do that. He glanced at Sam over his shoulder. "Will you and Brian be okay?"
Nathan grabbed Peter's shoulder as soon as the words were out of his younger brother's mouth. His face was twisted in concern, the expression easily apparent on his face.
"No," he said, sternly. "No, Pete, we should stay here. We have to stay somewhere safe." The town was swimming with monsters -- it wasn't as if they had done this. It wasn't natural, but it wasn't their responsibility, either. He couldn't let Peter throw himself into dangerous situations. If he had his powers, that would be something different, but he didn't. He was a normal person -- they were all normal people with the same odds, and this kind of situation was every man for himself.
He'd already interrupted before Sam had a chance to answer Peter's question, but Nathan took the hand already on Peter's shoulder and firmly pulled him aside, glancing up to Sam with a quiet "give us a moment", a practiced move from his campaign.
He pulled Peter just a few steps away from the door frame, running a hand through his hair, and licking his lips. Nathan sighed, shaking his head once, his eyes on the ground before glancing up to meet Peter's, hard, unforgiving. "Pete," he said, slowly. "Don't be crazy. I know you want to help, but there's only so much you can do. Let's go with your friend." Be sensible, his eyes said, and he hoped Peter could read the sincerity in them.
Sam reached around and shut the door immediately without a word, not waiting to check if Peter had stepped through the doorway entirely or not. Bumping his roommate with the door was better than letting him get swarmed by zombies. Though it seemed Peter was thinking otherwise.
This was kinda what Sam had been afraid of. He couldn't deny that Peter's heart was in the right place, but-
He knew how revenants were killed and it sure as hell wasn't as simple as a shot to the head. He didn't want Peter jumping in without realizing that it took a silver stake and the corpse's original gravesite to take one down, but Peter's brother-it was his brother, Sam was almost sure of it now with their resemblance and the way they interacted-intervened before he could. He let them have their privacy. He figured someone closer to Peter might have a better shot at convincing him that it wasn't the safest plan to go heading out there right now.
Then again, it was exactly that that'd saved his and Dean's life and Sam knew that if it hadn't been for Dean's current state, he'd be out there, too. That need to do something, he knew it all too well. But at the same time, it wasn't Peter's job.
He sat Dean down on a small table by the door, a small pile of junk mail still sitting atop it. There was nothing around to barricade the door, nothing hefty enough, anyway, so he just kept an eye on it and hoped desperately nothing broke through as he peered at the cut on Dean's leg. He'd have to take care of that once they were more secure. Which needed to happen soon since hanging out right by a broken-down front door with windows all around? Not exactly the definition of safe.
He bit his lip, glanced over his shoulder. "I don't mean to interrupt, but we don't have a lot of time. Peter, if you go out there, you'll get yourself killed. You're not armed, and you can't arm yourself against revenants in the first place, not on the fly."
Peter had been more than ready for opposition from his brother. If the man hadn't wanted him to run to Odessa to save a girl on a hunch, he certainly wouldn't want him going toe-to-toe with zombies, either. But Peter was sick of standing by while people got killed, and he was feeling invigorated by the fact that he had successfully managed to get Sam to safety, even if it hadn't taken that much effort on his part.
Tightening his jaw as Nathan pulled him aside, Peter made sure to at least hear his brother out before he protested. If he started interrupting, that would just make Nathan even more upset about the whole thing. Even in the darkness he could see the firmness in Nathan's eyes, but he felt his own stubborn nature rearing up.
It didn't really help when Sam got involved, and Peter wondered how his roommate could start lecturing him when he'd just as easily wandered around a dangerous institute at night when he'd first woken up here (and had dragged Peter along with him!). A zombie invasion was a little more extreme, yes, but...
"I know it's a risk, but... I have to take it," he said, glancing from Sam back to Nathan. "If we all go in that house it'll probably just attract more of them, and I don't think you can afford to get attacked again," he continued, giving Sam a pointed look.
He could hear the noise of carnage and running car engines and yells of pain coming from not too far back, and he didn't think he had it in him to just run and hide with his tail between his legs. He let out a breath and turned to fully face Nathan. "Please," he tried. "Let me do this."
Nathan looked from Peter to Sam, then sighed, his eyes moving to the floor for a moment. Really, he and Sam had both tried to get Peter to listen to reason, but Peter wouldn't, and Nathan couldn't really expect Sam to try any further. Sam had his own problems to worry about, if the sedated man he'd been hauling around was any indication.
Looking back up to his younger brother, Nathan sighed, but nodded carefully. "Not without me," he said, watching Peter. In this moment, Nathan thought, he could see how Peter was, in fact, his younger brother -- how he fit in the puzzle that was the Petrelli family, even when he often thought he didn't. It was that rock-solid determination, that conviction that once he set his mind to it that the task would be done that made Peter and Nathan so alike. It was, probably, the one characteristic that Peter had learned from their father, although Peter might be loathe to admit that. For a moment, Nathan wanted to suddenly pull Peter close -- he had his brother back, and Nathan wasn't sure he'd ever get over the joy he felt in knowing that -- but he refrained. It would be strange to do in front of other people.
Glancing towards Sam, Nathan muttered, "his mind's made up." If Sam knew Peter at all, he would know it was absolute. If not, well, he would learn that from this situation alone.
Peter had a point there. He couldn't afford another attack with Dean like this and the truth was, the one that he'd never be able to admit out loud, Sam didn't know how well he'd be able to protect Peter and his brother, anyway, when he had Dean to worry about.
Still, it didn't mean he had to like it. It was bad enough he'd already essentially abandoned the town. Then again, if Peter could do something about it-his roommate had mentioned abilities, so it could mean...and Peter wouldn't be alone.
Or maybe it was all simply him reaching for justifications as to why he was gonna let Peter go out there. Because he was. There was a part of him that thought he should try harder, but Dean needed him and time was running in short supply. Besides, years of growing up around both Dean and Dad, and yeah, Sam recognized that look. You didn't talk someone down from that without a lot of time and yelling. When a guy's own brother gave up, that was pretty much the end of the road.
He didn't nod, didn't acknowledge anything, just watched the both of them for several seconds. He wish he had something substantial to offer, but the reality was, he just didn't.
Right now they need to focus on finding somewhere safe, and Sam seemed to think that one of these houses might be their best bet. Seeing how Peter didn't have any better ideas, he tried to help his roommate move his brother further along down the road until he stopped at a specific home.
When he realized that Sam was going to force the door open, Peter moved back, standing near Nathan until the coast was clear. He was about to follow after his roommate, but then he paused at the sound of a yell coming from somewhere closer to the center of town.
He sent Nathan a frown and turned himself around, staring in the direction of the noise as he let out a breath. He couldn't just go hiding when people might be in danger the same way Sam had been, could he?
"I should go back," he said, glancing over to Nathan. "You can come with me." There was no point in suggesting that Nathan stay behind, since he knew there was no way his brother would do that. He glanced at Sam over his shoulder. "Will you and Brian be okay?"
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"No," he said, sternly. "No, Pete, we should stay here. We have to stay somewhere safe." The town was swimming with monsters -- it wasn't as if they had done this. It wasn't natural, but it wasn't their responsibility, either. He couldn't let Peter throw himself into dangerous situations. If he had his powers, that would be something different, but he didn't. He was a normal person -- they were all normal people with the same odds, and this kind of situation was every man for himself.
He'd already interrupted before Sam had a chance to answer Peter's question, but Nathan took the hand already on Peter's shoulder and firmly pulled him aside, glancing up to Sam with a quiet "give us a moment", a practiced move from his campaign.
He pulled Peter just a few steps away from the door frame, running a hand through his hair, and licking his lips. Nathan sighed, shaking his head once, his eyes on the ground before glancing up to meet Peter's, hard, unforgiving. "Pete," he said, slowly. "Don't be crazy. I know you want to help, but there's only so much you can do. Let's go with your friend." Be sensible, his eyes said, and he hoped Peter could read the sincerity in them.
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This was kinda what Sam had been afraid of. He couldn't deny that Peter's heart was in the right place, but-
He knew how revenants were killed and it sure as hell wasn't as simple as a shot to the head. He didn't want Peter jumping in without realizing that it took a silver stake and the corpse's original gravesite to take one down, but Peter's brother-it was his brother, Sam was almost sure of it now with their resemblance and the way they interacted-intervened before he could. He let them have their privacy. He figured someone closer to Peter might have a better shot at convincing him that it wasn't the safest plan to go heading out there right now.
Then again, it was exactly that that'd saved his and Dean's life and Sam knew that if it hadn't been for Dean's current state, he'd be out there, too. That need to do something, he knew it all too well. But at the same time, it wasn't Peter's job.
He sat Dean down on a small table by the door, a small pile of junk mail still sitting atop it. There was nothing around to barricade the door, nothing hefty enough, anyway, so he just kept an eye on it and hoped desperately nothing broke through as he peered at the cut on Dean's leg. He'd have to take care of that once they were more secure. Which needed to happen soon since hanging out right by a broken-down front door with windows all around? Not exactly the definition of safe.
He bit his lip, glanced over his shoulder. "I don't mean to interrupt, but we don't have a lot of time. Peter, if you go out there, you'll get yourself killed. You're not armed, and you can't arm yourself against revenants in the first place, not on the fly."
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Tightening his jaw as Nathan pulled him aside, Peter made sure to at least hear his brother out before he protested. If he started interrupting, that would just make Nathan even more upset about the whole thing. Even in the darkness he could see the firmness in Nathan's eyes, but he felt his own stubborn nature rearing up.
It didn't really help when Sam got involved, and Peter wondered how his roommate could start lecturing him when he'd just as easily wandered around a dangerous institute at night when he'd first woken up here (and had dragged Peter along with him!). A zombie invasion was a little more extreme, yes, but...
"I know it's a risk, but... I have to take it," he said, glancing from Sam back to Nathan. "If we all go in that house it'll probably just attract more of them, and I don't think you can afford to get attacked again," he continued, giving Sam a pointed look.
He could hear the noise of carnage and running car engines and yells of pain coming from not too far back, and he didn't think he had it in him to just run and hide with his tail between his legs. He let out a breath and turned to fully face Nathan. "Please," he tried. "Let me do this."
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Looking back up to his younger brother, Nathan sighed, but nodded carefully. "Not without me," he said, watching Peter. In this moment, Nathan thought, he could see how Peter was, in fact, his younger brother -- how he fit in the puzzle that was the Petrelli family, even when he often thought he didn't. It was that rock-solid determination, that conviction that once he set his mind to it that the task would be done that made Peter and Nathan so alike. It was, probably, the one characteristic that Peter had learned from their father, although Peter might be loathe to admit that. For a moment, Nathan wanted to suddenly pull Peter close -- he had his brother back, and Nathan wasn't sure he'd ever get over the joy he felt in knowing that -- but he refrained. It would be strange to do in front of other people.
Glancing towards Sam, Nathan muttered, "his mind's made up." If Sam knew Peter at all, he would know it was absolute. If not, well, he would learn that from this situation alone.
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Still, it didn't mean he had to like it. It was bad enough he'd already essentially abandoned the town. Then again, if Peter could do something about it-his roommate had mentioned abilities, so it could mean...and Peter wouldn't be alone.
Or maybe it was all simply him reaching for justifications as to why he was gonna let Peter go out there. Because he was. There was a part of him that thought he should try harder, but Dean needed him and time was running in short supply. Besides, years of growing up around both Dean and Dad, and yeah, Sam recognized that look. You didn't talk someone down from that without a lot of time and yelling. When a guy's own brother gave up, that was pretty much the end of the road.
He didn't nod, didn't acknowledge anything, just watched the both of them for several seconds. He wish he had something substantial to offer, but the reality was, he just didn't.
"Watch your back."
[annnd Sam's going up here, I guess?]
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