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Who: Sam and Buffy
What: First meeting...that goes awry
Where: Sunnydale Cemetery
When: November 1/early evening
Rating: PG
Be back here in five minutes.
Sam frowned as he thought about the last order his brother had given him before they parted ways in the cemetery. Three days in a new town, and he was already creeping around headstones and mausoleums. He'd been more than happy to just stay in their cramped apartment, reading from his SAT prep book, but Dad was off on a hunt and unfortunately Dean had been ordered to stay behind.
Which meant that Dean got antsy and annoying and wanted to stir up a hunt of his own, and Sam had to tag along whether he wanted to or not.
So now he was standing in an empty cemetery, gun tucked in his jacket pocket and wooden stake at hand, wondering when exactly this would stop being his normal Friday night.
With a sigh, Sam focused himself on the task at hand. The quicker he and Dean completed this sweep of the cemetery, the sooner he could be back home. His grip tightened on his stake as he listened to the quiet night around him. He didn't care for quiet like this...
What: First meeting...that goes awry
Where: Sunnydale Cemetery
When: November 1/early evening
Rating: PG
Be back here in five minutes.
Sam frowned as he thought about the last order his brother had given him before they parted ways in the cemetery. Three days in a new town, and he was already creeping around headstones and mausoleums. He'd been more than happy to just stay in their cramped apartment, reading from his SAT prep book, but Dad was off on a hunt and unfortunately Dean had been ordered to stay behind.
Which meant that Dean got antsy and annoying and wanted to stir up a hunt of his own, and Sam had to tag along whether he wanted to or not.
So now he was standing in an empty cemetery, gun tucked in his jacket pocket and wooden stake at hand, wondering when exactly this would stop being his normal Friday night.
With a sigh, Sam focused himself on the task at hand. The quicker he and Dean completed this sweep of the cemetery, the sooner he could be back home. His grip tightened on his stake as he listened to the quiet night around him. He didn't care for quiet like this...