If you don't believe in ghosts, you've never been to a family reunion

[wearinandtearin]

Who: wearinandtearin and family_remains
When: Starts early morning on September 15, five minutes before the sirens.
Where: Beginning point: the baseball diamond, second point: Sam’s motel room.
Summary: Dean has just arrived to the Port and is confronted with the darkness in the early morning, but it quickly dissipates leaving him to talk to greeters and then find out if Sam

Comments

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[family_remains]

Sam stopped dead. He had been up for a while, though he didn't have much of anything to do. It was a routine he'd gotten himself into. Up at the siren, work out, shower, breakfast, obsess over the network, maybe do some research on the creepy crawley of the day or clean his weapons, lunch, burn off some more energy, stalk the network some more, maybe dinner, maybe a little hustling, maybe a little sleep. It wasn't perfect, but it was working for him

MMMM Do you now? >:3

[wearinandtearin]

In actuality he hadn't been waiting outside that long but considering his situation at the moment, having just woken up in some weird city and attacked by a monster, it felt like a lot longer. Standing out there, he looked up and down the walkway in both directions until he heard the sound of the door opening. But when he looked over at it, it had already shut... and opened again

8(

[family_remains]

Sam was tempted to go in for another hug, not ready to part quite that quickly, but he knew how Dean was about these things and didn't want to push it. Plus... Two hugs was kinda weird. He took a breath, trying to process that they was actually happening, and stepped back slightly. It had only been a brief second, but Dean had read him like an open book. There was a whole lot of wrong going on around them and Sam looked like he'd been taking the brunt for a while now

D8

[wearinandtearin]

How much could really happen in a few hours? At least, that was his first thought when Sam simply said "a lot" in that tone. Well, actually, a lot really could happen in a few hours, but that was beside the point.

He walked in when Sam stepped aside and looked around the motel room briefly taking stock of everything important before settling his gaze back on Sam. Confused wasn't sufficient enough to describe what he felt and how he looked. So he took a moment to think about what Sam had just said.

"You wanna run that by me again?"

That is what happens when you don't stay to listen enough of what the greeter had to say. All he knew was that they were on an island in Canada and the darkness was a nightly danger for a while. In his emotional state upon arriving on the baseball diamond, he hadn't actually thought through a lot of things in his quest to find Sam.