down came the sky [closed] [complete]
WHO: Sam Winchester and also his emo.
WHAT: Letter from a friend and Sam's stupid head.
WHERE: His living room~
WHEN: Around midnight-ish.
He holds the letter in front of him, at arms length and reads it again, like he hasn't been rereading it for hours.
Dear Sam,
Man, that sounds really formal, doesn't it? I never really learned how to write letters proper... But that doesn't matter, I guess. We don't get any kind of reception or internet out here at the farm, so I thought I'd write and let you know why I dropped off the face of the planet. My dad came down with something, and he's getting old, so I came home to help out. Not like you'll miss me or anything, I probably just annoy you I bet. Anyway, write me back if you get the chance, okay? I worry about you.
-Kaylee
He'd been worried. Not enough to talk to Dean about it, but he'd been worried. Kaylee was tough, but not tough enough to outrun the mafia and they weren't the best people to befriend, to be quite honest. And he was even more dangerous than even Dean knew and the most likely to be targeted, thanks to the shit he got himself into 'for the greater good'. To save some people. Keep the peace.
Sometimes he wondered if it was worth it - if it was worth all of this shit, for lack of a better word. The AMC is full of fucking assholes, he knows that. He doesn't even know what they're doing with the information he's feeding them because there sure as hell wasn't anything going on to take down anyone in either house. He doesn't know if it's worth it to isolate himself from everything when he's tearing himself up inside over everything. Over Jessica, over what could-have-been with Kaylee, over Dean, who probably puts the 'family' over everything else and it scares him thinking about what Dean would do if he knew.
He sat down at the couch and read it over again, taking in every loop and scribbled out word, Anyway, write me back if you get the chance, okay? I worry about you running through his head over and over. He even picks up a pen, gets out a piece of paper before he stops himself. Thinks of her safety and what the fuck he was thinking - she didn't deserve to be dragged into whatever his life had deteriorated into. She deserved to live a full life without being hunted down because he knew her.
He stood, pushed the paper away from him, letter still in hand, and thinks about throwing it into the fire before deciding against it, folding it up and tucking it into his front pocket and walks away, regret the only thing in his mind.
WHAT: Letter from a friend and Sam's stupid head.
WHERE: His living room~
WHEN: Around midnight-ish.
He holds the letter in front of him, at arms length and reads it again, like he hasn't been rereading it for hours.
Dear Sam,
Man, that sounds really formal, doesn't it? I never really learned how to write letters proper... But that doesn't matter, I guess. We don't get any kind of reception or internet out here at the farm, so I thought I'd write and let you know why I dropped off the face of the planet. My dad came down with something, and he's getting old, so I came home to help out. Not like you'll miss me or anything, I probably just annoy you I bet. Anyway, write me back if you get the chance, okay? I worry about you.
-Kaylee
He'd been worried. Not enough to talk to Dean about it, but he'd been worried. Kaylee was tough, but not tough enough to outrun the mafia and they weren't the best people to befriend, to be quite honest. And he was even more dangerous than even Dean knew and the most likely to be targeted, thanks to the shit he got himself into 'for the greater good'. To save some people. Keep the peace.
Sometimes he wondered if it was worth it - if it was worth all of this shit, for lack of a better word. The AMC is full of fucking assholes, he knows that. He doesn't even know what they're doing with the information he's feeding them because there sure as hell wasn't anything going on to take down anyone in either house. He doesn't know if it's worth it to isolate himself from everything when he's tearing himself up inside over everything. Over Jessica, over what could-have-been with Kaylee, over Dean, who probably puts the 'family' over everything else and it scares him thinking about what Dean would do if he knew.
He sat down at the couch and read it over again, taking in every loop and scribbled out word, Anyway, write me back if you get the chance, okay? I worry about you running through his head over and over. He even picks up a pen, gets out a piece of paper before he stops himself. Thinks of her safety and what the fuck he was thinking - she didn't deserve to be dragged into whatever his life had deteriorated into. She deserved to live a full life without being hunted down because he knew her.
He stood, pushed the paper away from him, letter still in hand, and thinks about throwing it into the fire before deciding against it, folding it up and tucking it into his front pocket and walks away, regret the only thing in his mind.