With finals approaching, Sam had plenty of work to do to try to keep himself thinking about his classes, and not about last week. He didn't have any classes to take up his time today, so he was slowly organizing his notes, spreading them out so they'd hopefully take up the whole afternoon.

[Door is closed, post is open.]

Sam had gone straight from the house to his cabin and stormed into his alcove to start looking for his duffel bag. Years of packing at a moment's notice made it easier for him to decide what the essentials were for a few days across the country, but he was still debating whether it would be easier to get the car away from Dean tonight or the next ( Read more... )

Sam was staring at his laptop with a stronger intent than usual as he made yet another attempt to get back into Manticore's computer system. He wasn't too surprised to see that all of the passwords had been changed - it was yet another sign that he hadn't covered his tracks well, as though Dean being taken wasn't enough of a hint - but it shouldn't ( Read more... )

( In which forces are gathered and plans are made... )

Sam hadn't really had that long of a day, but it certainly felt like it when he came back and crashed on his bed. As the evening wore on, he waited patiently to see if Dawn would come by the room, to make him feel like an idiot talk again, or even just to get more clothes. When it became apparent that he'd be spending yet another night alone, he ( Read more... )

Sam decided that if he was going to try to get into Manticore to get information on Alec, it was probably best to do it from the library.

What, that's where all good research was done! And the fact that there was a high chance no one would come in and catch him at what he was doing was merely a bonus.

( In which Sam breaks laws of man, and possibly time, for the sake of Dean. )