Shinji was worried. He'd been waiting for a while - Kaworu still hadn't arrived. He didn't know why and as always his insecurities had begun to flare up. Maybe he'd changed his mind. Maybe he didn't really want to see Shinji. Maybe he'd simply been hallucinating the whole thing. Shinji glanced down the darkened hallway, flashlight dangling from his
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"That's pretty much what I've spent the past ten days or something trying to decide," Sam replied. "Half the time, it feels like everything's just fake, you know? I mean, it'd explain everything, I just, I don't know if it's the right answer. It's almost too neat."
He'd bounced back and forth with this issue on and off constantly, including earlier today, and he'd come up with no solid leads, not even close. He'd told Dean he wanted to look into it, figure this out, but Dean had asked him how, and yeah, he didn't know. Somehow was starting to feel less and less like a good response ( ... )
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She leaned back, resting on her elbows, and gave Sam a long look. “How are you feeling, by the way? You still look like crap, but your color’s starting to come back.” He looked slightly less like he wanted to crawl into a ditch and die than he had when she’d first come in. That was improvement, at least. Mixing sedatives with Sam’s already weakened powers obviously hadn’t worked very well. Was it the specific mix of sedatives, or was it just this place? There was no way to know, really.
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