conflict of interest (closed to Selene, backdated to wee hours Sunday AM)
It had been unlike any fight Sam had ever been a part of before and he had some of the marks to prove it. Some cuts and bruises, but nothing too bad, really. After touching base with Dean, he'd headed to the basement and he knocked on Selene's door.
No answer.
Another knock, no answer. Looking up and down the hall, he pulled out his picks from his jacket pocket and he got her door open; it wasn't like it was hard.
No Selene. Shit. He looked around, then he decided to wait, sitting on the corner of her bed, his elbows on his knees. What if something had happened to her? If she wasn't back in an hour, he told himself, he'd go looking. He'd even tell Dean if he had to. (And yeah, he hoped it didn't come to that, either.)
No answer.
Another knock, no answer. Looking up and down the hall, he pulled out his picks from his jacket pocket and he got her door open; it wasn't like it was hard.
No Selene. Shit. He looked around, then he decided to wait, sitting on the corner of her bed, his elbows on his knees. What if something had happened to her? If she wasn't back in an hour, he told himself, he'd go looking. He'd even tell Dean if he had to. (And yeah, he hoped it didn't come to that, either.)