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twenty-seventh ghost faced

Mar 21, 2011 11:01

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[Sam sits back in his desk chair after turning on the feed, the notebook Euphie gave him for Christmas open with what looks like several pages of notes scrawled across the lines in front of him. Pen in hand, he taps the book a few times before speaking.]I've been trying to keep track of all the weird stuff that's been going on lately, ( Read more... )

hanna falk cross, did i just die again?, menolly, dean will probably call me a bitch, dawn summers, puppy winchester redefines awkward, saving people; hunting things, dean winchester, you gotta be friggin' kidding me, stephen stills, sonnuva bitch, life sucks and then you die, my job is gonna kill me, one year older another year deader, summer roberts, oh wait it already has, it's apocalypse now bitches, it's a journal not a diary, sometimes i fucking hate this place, i'm never allowed to have nice things

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action dude_imbatman March 22 2011, 03:28:36 UTC

[ Dean is outside on the deck with a beer and he's doing the rocking chair thing when he hears Sam clattering around in the house. That gets concern from him: concern over Sam knocking shit over and breaking it and then deeper concern that maybe his baby brother is in trouble. Trouble wins out. Everything]

Sammy! [He's on his feet and running to find Sam, crouching down next to him, hands going to Sam's shoulders.] Sammy tell me what's going on.

Re: action srsbusinessk March 22 2011, 04:08:47 UTC

[Sam's on the ground, hands feebly trying to keep him up as much as possible by grabbing onto the nearest objects. It's only when Dean gets there that he stops pulling the apartment apart on accident. Nothing's too badly broken; a few bottles and some books strewn about that seem to be crumbling to pieces, but mostly small things scattered about the room. He's wide eyed, but far from hysteric. He's breathing deeply to keep himself together.

When Dean takes hold of him, he looks up at him just an inch away from frantic, searching for solid ground to get back on in his brother's eyes.]

It's, it's there. But, it's not really there, it just. Feels like it's there.

[Not quite hysteric, but frantic enough that he's having difficulty explaining what exactly is "there." So instead, he goes back to pawing at his chest, the direct center of it that's marked by a neat little scar. His other hand settles for clinging to the front of Dean's shirt in a death grip. Sam's hanging in there.]

Re: action dude_imbatman March 24 2011, 00:19:03 UTC

[Dean's hands go from Sam's shoulders to his neck in an attempt to keep Sam's eyes on him]

Okay Sammy, stay with me. What happened just before it started to feel like the sword was still in you.

[His words are firm, quiet and as comforting as he can manage but they're also fraught with seriousness and concern. He'll freak out later. Right now he needs to make sure Sam is okay.]

Re: action srsbusinessk March 25 2011, 16:29:05 UTC

[The pain has his insides swimming, and he's getting a little bit dizzy, but he keeps his eyes on Dean's as best as he can.]

Nothing! I mean, I was just sitting there, and it. I thought I was just itchy or hungry or something, I don't know. It was just suddenly there.

Re: action dude_imbatman March 26 2011, 06:29:31 UTC

Alright, Sammy. It's okay. We'll figure out what's going on. Stay right here.

[He leaves momentarily, just long enough to duck out of the room, grab a bottle of whiskey and bring it back to Sam. He pushes it toward Sam.]

Re: action srsbusinessk March 29 2011, 01:20:39 UTC

[Sam gives a weak laugh before taking the bottle from him and chugging. A few good sized gulps later, he pulls it away with an 'ah!' and hands it back to Dean. He's sure he can use the alcohol just as much. A moment of letting the burning sensation fade later, Sam shifts a little but keeps a hand on his chest.]

Guess this means we're two for oh on every place we try to make a home falling to pieces, huh?

Re: action dude_imbatman March 29 2011, 21:50:24 UTC

Hey it's not on fire. We're doing one better.

[He takes a sip of the whiskey but doesn't chug. He wants to make sure he's sober to take care of Sam in case things get worse.]

Re: action srsbusinessk March 29 2011, 21:57:48 UTC

Yeah, it's just turning into sand and collapsing. I don't think we can call that progress.

[He only spends a few more seconds cringing on the ground before he reaches up to Dean to help get to his feet. They've got work to do.]

Re: action dude_imbatman March 29 2011, 23:00:52 UTC

Eh...might be as close to the beach as we get. [He smirks at Sam, mostly just trying to make the best of it. When Sam holds his hand out, Dean grabs him and tugs, helping him to his feet. He snags car keys off the night stand as well.]

Re: action srsbusinessk March 29 2011, 23:09:40 UTC

[That earns a laugh that turns into something of a grunt as he's pulled upwards.]

You goin' somewhere?

Re: action dude_imbatman March 29 2011, 23:30:13 UTC

Anywhere you'll act less like a girl. [He's actually just thinking driving around in the Impala or just sitting in it. You know, the whole 'home' thing. It can't hurt and that's where Dean always ends up when he needs some familiarity and comfort. That's what Dean is really getting at: something or somewhere Sam will feel better, somewhere safe.]

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