Several formats, bear with me guys BACKDATED to late last night/16th
[A prayer - may be heard by any godly/angelic characters who hear these kinds of things][Action]
[It's late at night and Sam is kneeling by his bed again, hands clasped, eyes closed. Not that there is anyone to see, but he's pale, sweaty, and there's a slight shake in his shoulders. There's a vial on the bedside table. It's contents, Triptocaine, have been gone for the last day or so, which has been making things hard.]
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
[There's pain in his voice. Stress. Uncertainty.]
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside the still
waters.
[Sam can't take it any more. It's too much, there's just too much to handle.]
He restoreth my soul; He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake.
[It's not so much the city. Monsters are nothing new, but there's something wrong. And he's realized it's him.]
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me.
[It's been building for a while. Deep down, he's always felt it, like fire, simmering just beneath the surface.]
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
[But lately he's been so far off the path it's almost comical. He's been blind to it, unwilling to recognize what he's been doing is wrong, and he can't stand feeling this way any more. He can't stand feeling anything any more.]
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will
dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
[Sam pauses, wetting his dry lips and taking a shaky breath. He's shutting down.]
Lord, [A pause, almost like a post script.] please look after Chuck Shurley. He's put himself in danger, and I get why, really I do, but he doesn't deserve to take Gabriel's punches for him. Especially not from Lucifer. Please look after Jinx and her child, who's life I trust you have granted for a reason.
Also, Lord, I know Lucifer's vessel will die soon. Please grant me enough time to figure out what to do.
Thanks.
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Sam pulls himself up and shrugs on his jacket. It's after sirens, and he knows it's stupid to go outside, but he needs to make the pain in his head stop and he's all out of Hunter's Helper. He can hear his heartbeat thundering in his ears, each breath is difficult, laboured. He grabs his gun and wallet, tucking both into his coat before ducking out of the motel.
A Screamer, quite possibly the one that frequents the area every night, is dragging itself down the street. Darkness has touched every inch, darting around Sam's feet, eating at the soles of his shoes.
His mission tonight is to make the noise inside him stop, he doesn't care how. And as the hours drag by he's fought his way to every bar and club still open in Sector 4 with nothing to show for his labour except a few awkward propositions he doesn't have the energy to pursue. He is hunkering down for the night in the back of a crowded club when he finds what he wants. Sam doesn't know what it's called, or what it's made of, but the dealer- a pretty blonde with green eyes, sitting straddled across his lap in a short black dress- assures him it will take the pain away. She slips something in her mouth and delivers with a ruby kiss, refusing payment with her other hand.
"No thanks, hun." She purrs in his ear over the loud music, gently pushing his hand back down - fingers lingering on Sam's forearm. "The first one is on me." He would come back for more. They always do.
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[Voice]
[Sam's speech is slow, but light. Care free with an audible smile and the slightest Texas drawl, tho he doesn't know where it comes from for the life of him. There's nothing in the background, and though no one can see, he's back in his motel by the grace of God, the underground tunnels, and his gun, with only minor injuries. Well, the Winchester standard of minor. When he comes down he'll realize how much he's bleeding and get to patching himself back up, but for now? Sam Winchester doesn't give one ounce of fuck.]
You know...for all the crap that goes on around here...the people are........awesome. Possum. Blossom. Now, those are awesome.
Hey, does anyone know if there's a Chilis here?
[ooc: This entry is deleted from the network at 11:45am the next morning. Do excuse Sam while he crawls under the nearest rock.]