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The day had started out ordinary enough. In retrospect, Sam would realize that this was because he lived in a secluded area and had given all the toys he'd won from the amusement park to Cori and Natalya. But at the time, out at the river that weaves itself in a wide curve around his hut, Sam doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary ( Read more... ) -
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He still felt nervous. A voice inside his head said that was ridiculous, but the voice wasn't strong enough to make the butterflies in Sam's stomach go away. He wasn't the most creative of date-makers, especially not on the first go, so there wasn't really much. Dinner on the beach, a bonfire, maybe a night swim or a stroll. He wanted simple. ( Read more... ) -
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He'd waited a day because, after the conversation with Jess, Sam had needed to get drunk. What he had really wanted -- but would probably never admit to easily -- was to talk to somebody. But he had a fear, probably irrational, that every woman he knew would have sided with Jess. Dean was coping with his own problems in his own way, and Sam ( Read more... ) -
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He'd waited a day because it felt wrong to have a talk like this on Jess' birthday. Bad things tended to happen on birthdays, but Sam wouldn't bring them around by his own conscious actions ( Read more... ) -
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Bobby was gone.
There was no arguing over that anymore, though they had. Finding the hut deserted had been answer enough for Sam, but Dean had wanted to go looking. It was the least they could do; he would do it for them; it was the same speech he'd used when Dad had disappeared. Sam hadn't been pleased about it, but for Dean he carried on. ( Read more... ) -
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The scene was set with great care. Spare bones from last week's dinners, hand-carved talismans and herbs spilled haphazardly from a hex bag, two more hidden, one under the makeshift desk and one under the makeshift bed. He didn't bother with a blast radius; spells rarely exploded as much as they did on TV. Just a few bags and the one hoodoo bag ( Read more... ) -
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Valentine's Day. Weird.
Funny how common stuff to everyone else was now weird in Sam Winchester's book. He'd tried so hard for so many years to make himself normal and it was all for not. Until he arrived on a magical island in the middle of nowhere populated by the dearly departed, fictional characters, spies... people who couldn't be normal ( Read more... ) -
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There was an intervention going on. An honest to God intervention, for a friend's drinking problem. Sam couldn't get himself upset. Yes, he cared about Pamela and the drinking wasn't good for her, but in the grand scheme of things it wasn't like they needed her at 100%. Pamela was her own person and could do what she wanted, and as long as she ( Read more... ) -
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Earlier that day, Sam Winchester had freed the Devil himself from Hell, and now he needed a drink.
There was something called the Hub and something called the Catscratch, but the Winchester was closest and after everything he'd gone through that day, Sam could somehow accept a mysterious bar practically named after his family more than a long walk ( Read more... )