This was the first time she had actually ventured from her room in days, other than the short trips which were necessary. The moving steps and the twisting halls. It all led to what looked like a common room. Her eyes fell on the sleeping form of Sam. He wasn't bleeding, or beat up. And...was that a sleeping bag of some kind? He planned it out?
Before she could think better of it her feet were walking right over towards Sam. Her foot lifted kicking the bottom of the couch. Her face was reddened and tears were already threatening. She had grown to like Dean, Castiel and Death quite a bit. The fact he had not even let them know. Her foot swung back kicking the couch a bit harder.
The couch jarred, and his eyes fluttered open. Sam struggled towards awareness, blinking blearily. Then he saw a shock of blonde hair and bolted upright.
Oh God. Sookie. The things he had said.. his heart sank in remorse.
Sam sat up, his voice roughened with weariness. "Sookie. Wait, please."
Although he wouldn't be surprised if she simply kicked him again and left. He deserved it.
She turned folding her arms across her chest. " Do you know how worried you made your brother?" she said trying to keep her voice steady. " If you want to pull some shitty disappearing act with me that is one thing but your family, Sam."
He swung his legs off the couch, resting his elbows on his knees. Sam knew that fight was coming, and that Dean was going to be (rightfully) furious with him. But he had needed the time away, even if no one else understood.
Sam scrubbed at his face, "I'm sorry," he said lamely. "I shouldn't have.."
A lame apology wasn't going to fix it. He looked up at her and sighed heavily. "At least let me explain. I don't blame you if you want to walk away from me after what I pulled. But I owe you that much."
Dean hadn't slept at all, he'd spent the remainder of the night after searching for Sam in their room, worrying. It was all slipping out of his hands and Dean had no way of knowing how to fix it.
Finally he couldn't sit still no more and he saw the sun begin to rise, screw it,he was going to look for Sam again. The hunter grabbed his pack and headed towards the common room, he'd snag an elf who could inform Bobby and Cas he was out when they woke up, he knew they'd guess where he was going or at least where the hunter thought he was going.
When he first stepped in that common room it was panic that hit him, he didn't notice Sam breathing at first "SAMMY!" Dean yelled before he even noticed the other hunter was sleeping.
Sam had been responding to that bellow since he was a child. He responded the same way he always did, snapping reflexively awake before looking around, confused.
Right. Dean. And just like all those times when he was a kid, Dean was about to carry on yelling at him without listening. It wasn't the first time Sam had done this, slipped away from his brother and his Dad, especially when they fought. Every time he came back, there was always hell to pay.
"I'm sorry, Dean," he said quietly. He was barely able to keep the resignation out of his eyes as he braced himself for the first volley. He wouldn't even try and explain until his brother vented a little of his anger and was calm enough to listen.
"You're sorry? The hell man, you couldn't at least say somethin'? I freakin' went to Crowley, that green skinned bastard, me and Bobby tore those words apart lookin' for your ass and you're sorry." Dean was deflating quickly, only because Bobby's words from the night before were sinking back in.
Not to mention that weary look in Sam's eyes, it worried Dean, he knew what it felt like to be so tired you just didn't want to fight any more and that was the last place he wanted to find Sammy.
"The hell were you thinkin'?" It wasn't so much anger, but hurt, every time Sam took off like that, it hurt Dean, because out of every one, Sam mattered the most to him. All his life that had rang true, the hardest thing Dean had ever had to do was let Sam go that first time, he was fighting it tooth and nail this time. Because he couldn't go back to that life, the nightmares, the apple pie, screw that, he wanted his family.
Sam raked the hair out of his eyes, "What was I supposed to tell you Dean? That I can't see Sookie get hurt because of me? That she wouldn't listen when I told her that everyone that ever gets close to me winds up dead? Or how about Lorne dumping a big steaming pile of destiny in my lap again? That Death can only keep our asses out of the Cage, but she can't get us out of Hell? Do you know how heavily guarded the Cage is, Dean? No one can get to us there," his voice rose with every sentence, filled with bitterness and a sort of sick fatigue.
He sat down heavily, looking down at the floor. "I wasn't thinking when I left. I had to get out. I had to think and it had to be alone. I'm sorry Dean. But I had to. I needed.. I needed time."
Castiel received Dean's message and came to the Gryffindor common room in search of Sam, to find the young man alone and seemingly lost in thought.
Though he disapproved of how Sam had handled the situation, the angel saw no point in berating him for his thoughtlessness. Dean and Bobby would already have that covered. Cas had come on a different errand.
When Sam looked up from his reverie, he approached and leaned over, setting a hand against the boy's sternum and willing away the masking sigil he'd placed on his rib cage many months before. There was a brief flash of light under his hand, and Sam's presence suddenly registered bright and clear to his arcane senses.
There. Now unannounced disappearances would no longer be an issue.
He withdrew and vanished without a word, leaving Sam to his thoughts.
Cas's sudden arriva startled him out of his thoughts, and Sam could only stare in confusion as he put his hand on his chest. There was an odd tightening and flash of light. Before he could speak, to try and apologize or say anything.. the angel vanished.
Damnit.
"Cas?" He sighed. Well, he did deserve it for what he had done.
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Before she could think better of it her feet were walking right over towards Sam. Her foot lifted kicking the bottom of the couch. Her face was reddened and tears were already threatening. She had grown to like Dean, Castiel and Death quite a bit. The fact he had not even let them know. Her foot swung back kicking the couch a bit harder.
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Oh God. Sookie. The things he had said.. his heart sank in remorse.
Sam sat up, his voice roughened with weariness. "Sookie. Wait, please."
Although he wouldn't be surprised if she simply kicked him again and left. He deserved it.
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She tightened her arms around her self.
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Sam scrubbed at his face, "I'm sorry," he said lamely. "I shouldn't have.."
A lame apology wasn't going to fix it. He looked up at her and sighed heavily. "At least let me explain. I don't blame you if you want to walk away from me after what I pulled. But I owe you that much."
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Finally he couldn't sit still no more and he saw the sun begin to rise, screw it,he was going to look for Sam again. The hunter grabbed his pack and headed towards the common room, he'd snag an elf who could inform Bobby and Cas he was out when they woke up, he knew they'd guess where he was going or at least where the hunter thought he was going.
When he first stepped in that common room it was panic that hit him, he didn't notice Sam breathing at first "SAMMY!" Dean yelled before he even noticed the other hunter was sleeping.
"HEY! Get your ass up."
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Right. Dean. And just like all those times when he was a kid, Dean was about to carry on yelling at him without listening. It wasn't the first time Sam had done this, slipped away from his brother and his Dad, especially when they fought. Every time he came back, there was always hell to pay.
"I'm sorry, Dean," he said quietly. He was barely able to keep the resignation out of his eyes as he braced himself for the first volley. He wouldn't even try and explain until his brother vented a little of his anger and was calm enough to listen.
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Not to mention that weary look in Sam's eyes, it worried Dean, he knew what it felt like to be so tired you just didn't want to fight any more and that was the last place he wanted to find Sammy.
"The hell were you thinkin'?" It wasn't so much anger, but hurt, every time Sam took off like that, it hurt Dean, because out of every one, Sam mattered the most to him. All his life that had rang true, the hardest thing Dean had ever had to do was let Sam go that first time, he was fighting it tooth and nail this time. Because he couldn't go back to that life, the nightmares, the apple pie, screw that, he wanted his family.
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He sat down heavily, looking down at the floor. "I wasn't thinking when I left. I had to get out. I had to think and it had to be alone. I'm sorry Dean. But I had to. I needed.. I needed time."
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Though he disapproved of how Sam had handled the situation, the angel saw no point in berating him for his thoughtlessness. Dean and Bobby would already have that covered. Cas had come on a different errand.
When Sam looked up from his reverie, he approached and leaned over, setting a hand against the boy's sternum and willing away the masking sigil he'd placed on his rib cage many months before. There was a brief flash of light under his hand, and Sam's presence suddenly registered bright and clear to his arcane senses.
There. Now unannounced disappearances would no longer be an issue.
He withdrew and vanished without a word, leaving Sam to his thoughts.
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Damnit.
"Cas?" He sighed. Well, he did deserve it for what he had done.
"I'm sorry," Sam offered to the empty room.
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