[Action - backdated to evening; may second]
[He's been missing Sam something fierce, even if he's been trying not to let it show or let it get in the way. But today... nope, can't do it. sometimes the front has to slip, and that day be today.
Why?
Sam's birthday.
They don't normally make a big deal, or get anything for each other. Just crack a beer and life goes on. Sometimes one or the other of them is in a clinic for it. But they normally acknowledge the day, even if they let it pass quietly with little 'normal' celebration. He'd left a note on the table in the house that simply read "Gone for a drive" and... did just that. He'd hit the roads, but unlike home where driving nowhere would still get him somewhere, it was slightly maddening that ultimately, there was nowhere to go.]
Finally, he pulled up at the edge of a field which is where he is findable now. He opens the trunk, grabs a beer from the cooler that's almost always in there, and goes and perches himself on the hood, staring at the sky. It's turning to evening, and he knows he should be heading back soon because that whole darkness crap hasn't been sorted yet - and he was still trying to decide if he should approach Angel or not, he really doesn't want her involved - but he... just... can't. Not yet.
There's a weary and heavy sigh.] ...Happy Birthday, Sammy... [Before he lifts the bottle to his lips and takes a few mouthfuls. Sometimes, the front's gotta slip.]
Why?
Sam's birthday.
They don't normally make a big deal, or get anything for each other. Just crack a beer and life goes on. Sometimes one or the other of them is in a clinic for it. But they normally acknowledge the day, even if they let it pass quietly with little 'normal' celebration. He'd left a note on the table in the house that simply read "Gone for a drive" and... did just that. He'd hit the roads, but unlike home where driving nowhere would still get him somewhere, it was slightly maddening that ultimately, there was nowhere to go.]
Finally, he pulled up at the edge of a field which is where he is findable now. He opens the trunk, grabs a beer from the cooler that's almost always in there, and goes and perches himself on the hood, staring at the sky. It's turning to evening, and he knows he should be heading back soon because that whole darkness crap hasn't been sorted yet - and he was still trying to decide if he should approach Angel or not, he really doesn't want her involved - but he... just... can't. Not yet.
There's a weary and heavy sigh.] ...Happy Birthday, Sammy... [Before he lifts the bottle to his lips and takes a few mouthfuls. Sometimes, the front's gotta slip.]