It was an early morning and Max had already taken privilege to two cups of coffee. She walked out onto the porch nearing the afternoon with her third surprised to find Sam there sitting and reading.
She'd just made cookies with Ben and while it was awkward because he was supposed to be dead she did have her shared in a small bag so she sat down next to the tall older guy and offered it out.
Max nodded resolutely at the comment and took a gander at her knuckles after another bite of the snickerdoodle.
"Yeah, it helps," she said her tone light, a smidgen playful. "But you can waste your time thinking all day- what really matters is the doing."
"So far..." She trailed off, pushed her fringe back. "This place is a mindfuck. In more ways than one. It's good to though, better... in some weird ways. Y'know- pros and cons."
"Oh, I agree. The doing matters, but -- from what I've been told, I can't do anything here to change what I'm worried about so ... all I can do is think."
Which, for lack of a better word, sucked. Hard.
"There's stuff about my future that I don't understand, and the people here ... they're not going to tell me anything. So ... I just have to figure it out for myself, and it doesn't sound good."
"Hell, I've heard about people getting this way about their past, I'm one of 'em, but-" She pauses thoughtfully. "Future? ...Don't you think you're getting ahead of yourself, tiger?"
Sam snorted. "There's a guy here from my future I haven't even met yet, my brother is a couple years ahead of me at least -- they're talking about an Apocalypse. It's kind of hard not to worry about that sort of thing."
"Thing is, I don't have anything else to do," he sighed. "I feel like I've run over every possible option trying to get out of here, and it's really not helping that Dean's decided to check out and not help."
"You don't know my brother," Sam sighed. "He won't tell me the truth. Not if he doesn't want to. And he's the only family I've got left anywhere. I'm not ... going to push if I don't have to."
"I know all about siblings and their issues," Max replied. She did. She had a whole barracks full of them and it was a long winded affair. "Maybe he's trying to protect you from it? Just going out on a limb here."
Max reached over and patted Sam's knee, some sign of comfort to give him- anything. "Maybe it's something that affected him too and he ain't over it yet. I don't know. I just rolled into town two days ago and I don't think I've even met him."
"Turns out I'm pretty back at the advice thing," she rolled her eyes. "Look, family is for life, right? Blood's thicker than water and all that. It's not like he's going to bail on you. Maybe he just needs space." And that's about all she could say for brothers.
"I never thought he was going to bail on me." And Sam said that with absolute certainty. If there was one thing that he was sure of, it was that Dean didn't go anywhere. No matter what. Sam was the one who usually ran away.
"I haven't been here that long, and I don't think he has either. It's just ... he doesn't usually keep things from me unless it's bad, which makes me think that this is really bad."
It boiled down to he didn't want Dean shouldering this on his own. Because he knew from experience that Dean would carry something around with him until it killed him.
She'd just made cookies with Ben and while it was awkward because he was supposed to be dead she did have her shared in a small bag so she sat down next to the tall older guy and offered it out.
"Hungry?"
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"Yeah. Thanks."
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Max reclined her legs out over the stoop and took a cookie herself to taste it. She set the bag between them so he could grab what he wanted to.
"So, you do this a lot?"
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His eyes returned to the landscape in front of them for a moment, before tipping his head back to look at her. "Sit on porches in deep thought?"
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"Yeah, that'd be the one."
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"Yeah, it helps," she said her tone light, a smidgen playful. "But you can waste your time thinking all day- what really matters is the doing."
"So far..." She trailed off, pushed her fringe back. "This place is a mindfuck. In more ways than one. It's good to though, better... in some weird ways. Y'know- pros and cons."
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Which, for lack of a better word, sucked. Hard.
"There's stuff about my future that I don't understand, and the people here ... they're not going to tell me anything. So ... I just have to figure it out for myself, and it doesn't sound good."
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Max was only trying to help. She had her own foggy past, present, and future to work out. Her own dystopia.
"Just got to the source, when you're ready. Until then? Stop trying to break your back over shit you don't even know yourself. Not cool."
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Max offered up the cookie bag again.
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"You don't know my brother," Sam sighed. "He won't tell me the truth. Not if he doesn't want to. And he's the only family I've got left anywhere. I'm not ... going to push if I don't have to."
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Max reached over and patted Sam's knee, some sign of comfort to give him- anything. "Maybe it's something that affected him too and he ain't over it yet. I don't know. I just rolled into town two days ago and I don't think I've even met him."
"Turns out I'm pretty back at the advice thing," she rolled her eyes. "Look, family is for life, right? Blood's thicker than water and all that. It's not like he's going to bail on you. Maybe he just needs space." And that's about all she could say for brothers.
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"I haven't been here that long, and I don't think he has either. It's just ... he doesn't usually keep things from me unless it's bad, which makes me think that this is really bad."
It boiled down to he didn't want Dean shouldering this on his own. Because he knew from experience that Dean would carry something around with him until it killed him.
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