let me try to fix you; closed/ongoing
WHO: Marian Fitzwalter and Sam Winchester
WHAT: Taking care of a sick but stubborn woman.
WHERE: Her place (Selene's house)
WHEN: Today, mid-afternoon.
Great. Just- dammit this was all happening too fast.
Sam had to make a quick stop at the library, trying to find out exactly what the hell that thing was, and what it did to Marian. Except that he didn't have time to be picky, judging by her writing, she was already sick enough and he'd wasted enough time. So Sam just grabbed nearly all the books about insects in Rivelata that he could find, checking them out hurriedly and cramming them all into his bag before heading out the door at a run. Dad was wrong- soccer practice all those years had done something good. It had taught him how to run like hell.
Selene's place. Simple enough. A little bit of digging with the journals and he'd found an address given out a couple of months ago, along with a map of the place that he was currently glancing at every few moments as he ran.
Dammit- he couldn't leave Dean alone like this, though. He was having nightmares, god knows how horrible they were and Sam was afraid of what he might do if he wasn't there. But this girl- she said she had been a friend and he had to save her, too. Her and everyone else, and it looked like Sam Winchester had his work cut out for him. He reached the house, stopping for a moment to catch his breath, hands pressed against his knees and his back bent.
His hand formed a fist and knocked once, twice, three times on the door. And if she had passed out, or was too weak to answer, he'd pick the lock or break the door down. But he'd allow her this corutesy first, because Sam didn't know exactly how bad it was.
He was no doctor and this was probably stupid, but he had to try.
WHAT: Taking care of a sick but stubborn woman.
WHERE: Her place (Selene's house)
WHEN: Today, mid-afternoon.
Great. Just- dammit this was all happening too fast.
Sam had to make a quick stop at the library, trying to find out exactly what the hell that thing was, and what it did to Marian. Except that he didn't have time to be picky, judging by her writing, she was already sick enough and he'd wasted enough time. So Sam just grabbed nearly all the books about insects in Rivelata that he could find, checking them out hurriedly and cramming them all into his bag before heading out the door at a run. Dad was wrong- soccer practice all those years had done something good. It had taught him how to run like hell.
Selene's place. Simple enough. A little bit of digging with the journals and he'd found an address given out a couple of months ago, along with a map of the place that he was currently glancing at every few moments as he ran.
Dammit- he couldn't leave Dean alone like this, though. He was having nightmares, god knows how horrible they were and Sam was afraid of what he might do if he wasn't there. But this girl- she said she had been a friend and he had to save her, too. Her and everyone else, and it looked like Sam Winchester had his work cut out for him. He reached the house, stopping for a moment to catch his breath, hands pressed against his knees and his back bent.
His hand formed a fist and knocked once, twice, three times on the door. And if she had passed out, or was too weak to answer, he'd pick the lock or break the door down. But he'd allow her this corutesy first, because Sam didn't know exactly how bad it was.
He was no doctor and this was probably stupid, but he had to try.