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WHO: Sam Winchester and Castiel
WHEN: After Sam gets drunk the first time.
WHERE: Castiel's room - Level 2, Room 7
WARNINGS: Potential spoilers for Supernatural 5x01-5x03
Sam felt his gut drop out of him the moment he stepped on the second level, insistent on meeting with Castiel on matters much larer than the two of them combined. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up just thinking about asking the questions that filled his mind. He had no doubts that Lucifer would follow through on his threats to earn Sam's consent to possess him. It would freak out anyone, the former hunter supposed as he trudged slowly towards room 7, able to feel almost every vibration of his boots as they echoed in the hallway. He had to do this; it wasn't a death march by any standard and the more he thought of it like that, the more likely he would just throw up on the way. He was still very, very hungover from his adventures the previous night. Alcohol and anyone with the last name Winchester just never ended well. It was simply inevitable.
Before he knew it, though, he was at Castiel's door, his arm outstretched. With a gentle motion of his hand, his knuckles rapped firmly against the door before he withdrew his hand.
"Cas?" he called through the door, utilizing the familiar nickname. "It's Sam."
The younger hunter picked at his fingernails nervously before shoving his hands into his pockets as he waited. What if Cas didn't believe him that Lucifer had come looking for him and not the other way around? But now he couldn't turn back, couldn't run.
WHEN: After Sam gets drunk the first time.
WHERE: Castiel's room - Level 2, Room 7
WARNINGS: Potential spoilers for Supernatural 5x01-5x03
Sam felt his gut drop out of him the moment he stepped on the second level, insistent on meeting with Castiel on matters much larer than the two of them combined. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up just thinking about asking the questions that filled his mind. He had no doubts that Lucifer would follow through on his threats to earn Sam's consent to possess him. It would freak out anyone, the former hunter supposed as he trudged slowly towards room 7, able to feel almost every vibration of his boots as they echoed in the hallway. He had to do this; it wasn't a death march by any standard and the more he thought of it like that, the more likely he would just throw up on the way. He was still very, very hungover from his adventures the previous night. Alcohol and anyone with the last name Winchester just never ended well. It was simply inevitable.
Before he knew it, though, he was at Castiel's door, his arm outstretched. With a gentle motion of his hand, his knuckles rapped firmly against the door before he withdrew his hand.
"Cas?" he called through the door, utilizing the familiar nickname. "It's Sam."
The younger hunter picked at his fingernails nervously before shoving his hands into his pockets as he waited. What if Cas didn't believe him that Lucifer had come looking for him and not the other way around? But now he couldn't turn back, couldn't run.