004. [Location: Hallways & Grounds] ♈ Old habits die hard

[youbravesoldier]

Sam had been having the best sleep he has had in a very long time. It was weird, but definitely good. He felt better, relaxed, and best of all, he didn't have to worry about hunting

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[batmanschmatman]

Much like Sam, Dick was finding it a little hard to adjust to just... go to bed at a normal time and acting like there wasn't anything better he should be doing. And while admittedly, El Dorado seemed to have a pretty low crime rate (especially when compared to Bludhaven or Gotham), it couldn't hurt to do a little bit of patrolling just to stay sharp. And if anything did come up, well... he wasn't going to complain about doing his job.

He had yet, however, to actually pull on the uniform and start leaping over rooftops, since he wasn't exactly sure how people would respond to an actual vigilante running around, so when he crossed paths with Sam, he was in street clothes. And, being the social person he was, he walked over to see what he was up to.

"Kinda late for a stroll." Which yes, was hypocritical, but it was as decent a conversation starter as any.

[youbravesoldier]

If Dick has been leaping over rooftops and Sam had seen it, there would have been two possible outcomes: 1. All of Sam's childhood dreams about superheroes would have come true or 2. He would have open fired (if he had a gun on him). Unfortunately, thanks to Sam's hunting habits, the second choice was more likely.

When he heard a noise, his hand did instinctively move to the pack of his jeans where his knife sat. Walking around at this time of the night with the intention of patrolling had him all worked up. But when he saw Dick, he quickly lowered his hand.

"Hey, yeah... can't sleep." He shrugged a little. That sounded normal enough, right? "I was hoping a walk would fix that."

[batmanschmatman]

He noticed the slightly on edge behavior, but didn't think too much of it. Sure, maybe it was stupid, and maybe a little arrogant, but at this point in his life? There weren't a lot of people on the planet who could take him single handedly in a fight. And besides, Sam looked okay enough, aside from the possibly reaching for a weapon thing.

In any case, his response was normal enough to the vigilante, who let out a quiet laugh of understanding. Between him, Sam, Dean, Faith and Bruce, it seemed like El Dorado attracted people who kept weird hours.

"Is it helping?"

[youbravesoldier]

"Uhh..." He chuckled a little at the question. He was on edge and wide awake, so that wasn't good at all. "No. No, it's not."

Sam didn't know what else he could do, though. Other times, he hunted until he was worn out, but by the looks of it, there wasn't a chance of that here.

"What about you? Can't sleep either?"

[msattentionspan]

Gee Dick, way to copy Faith. Regardless, Faith was milling about the dark shadows and the alleys, mostly trying to shake the restless feeling that kept building up in her. It pushed through to her fingertips and made her shake her hands a bit. Taking a breath, she turned the corner heading down the next side street.

It seemed a pretty dead night, which wasn't even her kind of 'dead' night to have. In fact, it was pretty much the opposite of what her kind of night was.

Exhaling, she let the stake that she had in her one hand twirl, an idle gesture that she was used to repeating on most patrols. It wasn't as if she really thought she'd have to stake someone, but it never hurt to be ready.

[youbravesoldier]

As Sam moved closer to the corner, he heard footsteps moving down the other street towards the same corner. There was a sort of ease to the sound they made, no shuffling or anything like that. This person, or thing, was easy on their feet. Of course, Sam wouldn't relate that to a slayer, so it could only be something possibly demonic.

He pressed his back against the wall of a building and slowly inched towards the corner. When the footsteps were close enough, he drew his knife and jumped out in front of the intruder.

He saw Faith.

"Faith!" He quickly hid the knife behind his back, hoping she didn't see it. "What are you doing here?"

[msattentionspan]

That quick move Sam did, wasn't exactly too quick, but she was too distracted trying to slip the stake up her sleeve to actually notice. Smirking, she glanced up at him, "Is this one of those things where I get to say that I was about to ask you the same thing?"

Shrugging, she brushed it off, "I couldn't sleep. Figured fresh air might do some good."

[youbravesoldier]

"Yeah, well... me too." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he put the knife back in his jeans. Then his hands were free, like as if nothing had happened there.

"Sorry about jumping out like that..." He took a deep breath in as he thought about the best excuse to use. "I had a nightmare, so I'm a little on edge." That should do the trick. Hopefully.

[iamnotuseless]

With all the weird things walking around this place, John supposed being outside by himself at night wasn't one of his better ideas. But for once, it didn't seem to bother him. He'd been doing a lot better since Rush, and between that and everything else, the shock of it all was finally starting to wear off.

He didn't know for sure whether or not it was worrisome that he'd finally started to adjust, but he was doing his best not to dwell on it. Better that than find a reason to get yourself going again. He had to move forward.

So sitting outside to get some time to think wasn't really that big a deal. Other than, possibly, it being a little too quiet. At least, until he heard the footsteps somewhere nearby. Then, old habits started coming back. John's gaze immediately snapped to the right, and he relaxed a bit when he saw Sam. "Sam." He sighed, and nodded to him. "Hi."

[youbravesoldier]

"Dad!" The term was both familiar and really strange. It was strange to see his father so young and still want to call him that. He was sure it was strange to him, too, since Sam didn't exist in his time. So he quickly recovered. "John, I mean. Sorry."

A part of him hoped that one day John and Mary wouldn't mind being called Dad and Mom, because to him, it would give them a chance to be a family.

"What are you doing out here?"

[iamnotuseless]

John blinked at 'Dad', and did his best to cover for being briefly uncomfortable. It wasn't Sam's fault, it was reflex, and he wasn't about to hold it against him. "Don't worry about it." Still, he thought Mary was doing a hell of a lot better having Sam and Dean around than he was.

He likely hadn't been talking to them enough. It'd make sense. And better late than never to change that. "Just getting some air." He shrugged, offering a small smile. "Mary's busy with Rigby, I think they're in love." Part sarcasm, part truth.

And then he remembered they didn't know yet. "... A dog got into our room somehow the other day, and his tag has the mansion's address and our room number on it. So we're thinking wherever he was before, he's ours now."

[youbravesoldier]

If Sam did notice the brief uncomfortable moment, he didn't mind. Really, he couldn't blame John for that reaction.

It was good that John thought to clarify who Rigby was, because Sam's first thought was not a dog. His expression was a mix of confusion and hurt - it's heartbreaking to think of Mary being in love with someone else - and he breathed out a sigh of relief when it was clarified.

"So, you got a dog, too. I woke up to find my dog Bones next to my bed."

[dontfearmebaby]

It was strange, having room 106 to herself. A couple days in a row, Death found herself talking to Slim and Wandsworth and pausing, actually expecting them to answer back. When she found herself doing both sides of the conversation, she knew that she had to get out.

So she stood, grabbed her hat, fed her fish, then left her room. The second oldest Endless made her way outside, crossing to a bench several yards from the front entrance. Sitting down, she sighed heavily, shoulders slumping.

Glancing up to the sky, she frowned. Sometimes, she hated feeling so human.

[youbravesoldier]

Sam was in his own little world that it took him a moment to see that the bench he was walking past was occupied. He just kept walking and then stopped, wondering if his mind was playing tricks or if there was something or someone in the corner of his eye.

His hand moved to his back where he felt the knife's hilt. Then he very slowly turned around. When he saw her, he relaxed a little, but his hand didn't drop. Just in case.

"Hey..."

[dontfearmebaby]

Death heard a voice and looked off to the side, seeing the statuesque young man with his hand behind his back. She gave him a small, sad smile. "Hi. Can't sleep either?"

She figured that was why he was up. Either that, or he was just a natural night owl.

[youbravesoldier]

"Yeah..." Sam dropped his hand, thinking that there was no threat there, and walked towards her. He kept his distance, not because he was worried or anything, that was just his way of being nice, and stood to the side. "Thought a walk might help. No luck so far. You?"