{transmission; locked to Sam, beach; open}

[silvr_moonbeams]

(Halloween, after his run-in with Mom.}

Sammy? You around?

Need to talk.

[and later that night he'll be at the beach's party, because while he'd rather stay cooped up in his tent, he has no choice but to be at the bonfire. But he's off in the shadows keeping to himself. It clearly shouldn't stay that way.]

Comments

Dean

[imnot_likeyou]

Yeah, sure. What's up?

Sam

[silvr_moonbeams]

[a long....long gap of silence before..]

Mom's here.

Dean

[imnot_likeyou]

[there's a really really really long pause]

... What?

Sam

[silvr_moonbeams]

Yeah...I...ran into her. Apparently she's been here....forever or somethin'. Never comes out.

[isaywe_party]

[is wandering and being generally social, which she was overdue for, really, and when she sees Dean, she notices he's ... not. Which, while she doesn't know him well enough to tell whether or not that's Dean-like behavior, it does still seem a little weird. So. Here, Dean -- have a Buffy.]

I'm pretty sure the bonfire is relatively safe.

[and yes, she's still dressed like Tinkerbell.]

[silvr_moonbeams]

[looks up. Beer in his hand. He's had a few at this point. He smirks lightly, but it's less smirky than earlier?]

Never can tell in this place.

[isaywe_party]

[considers for a moment, and she notices the less smirky]

I guess that's a fair enough assessment.

[shifts to sit next to him]

Everything okay?

[silvr_moonbeams]

[nods]

Fantastic.

[holds out a beer to her]