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Who: Hayley Stark (Sam) and Sam Winchester (Hayley)
Where: Dean's room
When: Second night of the body swap
What: Hayley and Sam bond over Sam's issues
Warnings: None
It had been a chaotic couple of days. The hangover was gone, but Hayley hadn't been allowed to leave Dean's room for two days now and was beginning to go stir crazy. There were only so many things in any one person's room to keep a bored girl entertained, even if it was a more interesting room than average. Still, it didn't help that every mention of eating, drinking, Ruby, or anything of the sort brought a fresh wave of craving and, with it, a small bout of nausea. Combine that with the general harassment, distrust, and awkward conversations she had endured from the brothers and the angel, and it was understandable that Hayley was beginning to hit her limits.
Harvey visiting had helped, as had Sam retrieving her lucky coin from her room, but she was still in an unfamiliar place, haunted by all too real demons, in someone else's body, expected to play it off like this was a normal thing. Now the girl was finally drifting into sleep for the second night, rolling from her back where she was forced to stare at the devil's trap to her side where there was only the wall. It didn't take her too long to fall asleep given her level of exhaustion now, but she found her dreams-- nightmares just as unsettling as the night before.
She was on a bed, sucking desperately at the cut on a girl's arm, feeling as though she could never get enough of the blood into her. Then she was in a nursery, watching a bizarre yellow-eyed man drip blood into a baby's mouth. Watching one woman burst into flames on the ceiling, then another, younger woman. Then it was peaceful. She was laying in bed with someone, sitting on the edge of the bed. Talking about hope. They said she had no reason to hope.. and then it was a man. And with no justification, Hayley knew that man was the devil himself. "You released me." Suddenly she was pinned against a wall and Dean was writhing on the ground in front of her, fresh scratches appearing on his body every second. He was bleeding out and she couldn't move, couldn't do a thing--
It was no wonder Hayley snapped awake in a cold sweat, scrambling to sit up and pleading with her eyes to adjust faster to the darkness. She cupped a hand over her mouth, Sam's mouth, and struggled to fight back the sobs. Man or no, it was still Hayley and she was still a teenage girl that was never used to seeing torment like that. Not really. She had only ever seen guilty people die, not innocent. And Dean.. No matter how close to him she was.. To see anyone she knew bleed out like that.. The tears were rolling down her cheeks. The lanky Winchester dragged his legs as close to his chest as she could get them, head falling back to rest on the wall behind her and both hands now covering her mouth to avoid waking any of the others in the room.
Where: Dean's room
When: Second night of the body swap
What: Hayley and Sam bond over Sam's issues
Warnings: None
It had been a chaotic couple of days. The hangover was gone, but Hayley hadn't been allowed to leave Dean's room for two days now and was beginning to go stir crazy. There were only so many things in any one person's room to keep a bored girl entertained, even if it was a more interesting room than average. Still, it didn't help that every mention of eating, drinking, Ruby, or anything of the sort brought a fresh wave of craving and, with it, a small bout of nausea. Combine that with the general harassment, distrust, and awkward conversations she had endured from the brothers and the angel, and it was understandable that Hayley was beginning to hit her limits.
Harvey visiting had helped, as had Sam retrieving her lucky coin from her room, but she was still in an unfamiliar place, haunted by all too real demons, in someone else's body, expected to play it off like this was a normal thing. Now the girl was finally drifting into sleep for the second night, rolling from her back where she was forced to stare at the devil's trap to her side where there was only the wall. It didn't take her too long to fall asleep given her level of exhaustion now, but she found her dreams-- nightmares just as unsettling as the night before.
She was on a bed, sucking desperately at the cut on a girl's arm, feeling as though she could never get enough of the blood into her. Then she was in a nursery, watching a bizarre yellow-eyed man drip blood into a baby's mouth. Watching one woman burst into flames on the ceiling, then another, younger woman. Then it was peaceful. She was laying in bed with someone, sitting on the edge of the bed. Talking about hope. They said she had no reason to hope.. and then it was a man. And with no justification, Hayley knew that man was the devil himself. "You released me." Suddenly she was pinned against a wall and Dean was writhing on the ground in front of her, fresh scratches appearing on his body every second. He was bleeding out and she couldn't move, couldn't do a thing--
It was no wonder Hayley snapped awake in a cold sweat, scrambling to sit up and pleading with her eyes to adjust faster to the darkness. She cupped a hand over her mouth, Sam's mouth, and struggled to fight back the sobs. Man or no, it was still Hayley and she was still a teenage girl that was never used to seeing torment like that. Not really. She had only ever seen guilty people die, not innocent. And Dean.. No matter how close to him she was.. To see anyone she knew bleed out like that.. The tears were rolling down her cheeks. The lanky Winchester dragged his legs as close to his chest as she could get them, head falling back to rest on the wall behind her and both hands now covering her mouth to avoid waking any of the others in the room.