the classics
Characters: Sam Winchester [Template] and Rose Tyler [Original]
Setting: Rose's apartment
Time: Evening. Ish.
Summary: Rose invited Template!Sam to crash for the night, as he is a mess and needs adult supervision. Horror movies are had.
Warnings: None, as of yet
( If he took the time to really think about it, Sam would probably realize that he was living in an overtired, overcaffeinated state of shock. )
Setting: Rose's apartment
Time: Evening. Ish.
Summary: Rose invited Template!Sam to crash for the night, as he is a mess and needs adult supervision. Horror movies are had.
Warnings: None, as of yet
( If he took the time to really think about it, Sam would probably realize that he was living in an overtired, overcaffeinated state of shock. )
"They're coming to get you, Barbara," the man's face on the screen taunted, stretched gruesomely out of proportion by the ancient VHS film. His features hissed with the physical static of the black and white film's age, shadowed and speckled. The woman screamed, her pretty mouth stretching into a long bow of horror as some zombie actor with a face lathered in mortician's wax knocked her brother to the ground. His head hit a gravestone with a sick thump and she screamed, screamed, screamed.
Sam swallowed hard, jaw working, and flicked a quick sideways look over at Rose. She acted friendly towards him, cheerfully bright despite having known him all of one afternoon, and this made him wonder what her relationship was with him---other him, Sam Version Two. She'd carefully skirted around saying anything, but he'd caught the way she looked at him, and it was unsettling for him. She smiled like she expected him to smile back, like the attraction she was used to was perfectly mutual. And yeah, maybe it was some mutual thing between Other!Sam and herself, but there was nothing between her and him.
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She also hoped she wasn't freaking him out somehow, because he seemed a bit uncomfortable.
She thoughtfully ate a forkful of cake, chewing slightly on the fork, and directing her attention back to the movie.
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Reaching for a handful of chips, he broke the silence. With the familiar movie going and the stillness of the city, he'd fall asleep for sure if he didn't keep himself occupied.
"Uh, so. You watch movies with the Winchesters often?"
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She leaned forward and put the plate back on the table. "Usually when I run into them something else is happening, though."
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He shrugged negligently, a small twitch of one shoulder.
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She reached out and grabbed a cookie. "Like I said, though, all of the movies are Dean's, so I'm guessing he's been watching them...."
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"I didn't mean to insinuate that you did spend a lot of time there. I don't know. Mr. Clueless Fell Out of the Sky Today Winchester, remember?" Sam cleared his throat awkwardly.
If what Dean had said was true...well. Did that Dean had any reason to lie to him---especially him? He was the one person his Dean couldn't lie to properly, so he figured this Dean would have just as rough a time of it. "So, any reason you didn't tell me you were dating the other me?"
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She scratched the back of her neck nervously, out of habit. "...Probably should have mentioned it, huh? Sorry 'bout that."
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Sam rubbed the back of his neck, almost unselfconsciously mirroring her movements. He felt stupidly nervous about the whole thing, and decided that it was pretty much the cherry on his week. He was almost too tired to get all up in arms about the weirdness of it---him having a girlfriend of all things. There'd been Jessica, but he'd only dated her for about eight months before Dean had stormed back into his life. Being with her had been sweaty hands and mis-angled kisses for a lot of the time, nice and sweet and easy. Sam was pretty sure he'd loved her. This other Sam had been with Jessica for years, he'd said, and now he had another girlfriend...?
It was one thing when Dean bedded a lot of girls. That was just Dean. But having a copy of himself get laid more often and successfully than he did? That nettled his pride, just a little.
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Finishing her handful of chips, wiped her hands on her pants. "...well, this isn't awkward at all."
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"No. You've been a great hostess. Guess I needed someone to tell me to sit down and stop since..." Sam let the thought trail into another shrug, this one implicitly labeled Dean with his body language and the way he looked away. "Thanks, Rose. I'll make sure to wear different shirts from Sam Two so things don't get awkwarder than they already are."
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"Oh, and even if you weren't, y'know, a Sam, I would have told you the same thing. You just really looked like you could use a break."
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Sam swiped his hands over his eyes, rubbing the tension out. "Can't really afford a break just yet."
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She watched him run his hands over his face, with just the barest hint of a smile on her own. "I know the feeling, but not taking one will just make things worse, you know."
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"After the movie, I'll take a nap," he said solemnly, though he knew that the moment his clogged head hit a pillow, he'd be dead to the world for at least the next fifteen hours. "And then, back to reading. I lost most of the afternoon, but it wasn't like I had any leads anyhow. I'm seriously thinking herbs aren't the way to go. Maybe...I dunno."
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"Maybe, if you're overwhelmed a bit, you could ask the other Sam and Dean for help?"
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