Sam always pushes himself too hard. Pulling all-nighters when he's got three papers due the next day. Poring through old lore books until he can't see clearly anymore. Training until his body is ready to give out. Who stops him?
FILLED - Dimmer Switch 1/2verucasalt123December 2 2018, 07:53:16 UTC
Sam doesn’t have an “off” switch, like a normal person.
There had been those few years of his adolescence when his body needed sleep so badly that it overrode his brain. But even then, he insisted on getting up over and over again to spar with Dean or to run a half mile longer. Rebellion was strange; he hated that training but refused to stop until his dad or his brother physically stopped him
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RE: FILLED - Dimmer Switch 2/2verucasalt123December 2 2018, 07:54:41 UTC
They’re all spending more time in the bunker these days. Dean likes to cook (likes to feed them), and he’s good at it, so Castiel implements meal times. Not down to the minute - he knows who he’s working with here - but in general. Even when they’re eating leftovers or takeout, the three of them sit down to eat together. It turns out that Sam’s appetite is just fine when he’s sitting down with food in front of him and no excuse to skip dinner and keep doing whatever he’s been busy doing all day
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Still getting back into the swing of things! I didn’t post my fill the correct way and then when I went to edit it, the comment disappeared. Sorry! (I’m especially sorry if this posts a million times.)
FILLED Jefferson Starship (1/4)dontknowmynameJanuary 25 2019, 03:09:12 UTC
Sam was awaken by a familiar voice whispering in his ear. Of course when he opened his eyes, the culprit wasn’t there and his brother was still sleeping in the bed beside his own. He lied back down and closed his eyes in an effort to get some more rest, but sleep evaded him
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FILLED Jefferson Starship (2/4)dontknowmynameJanuary 25 2019, 03:10:23 UTC
Sam grabbed for his knife and at the same time a sharp pain erupted through his mid section. As he turned toward the voice, pain tearing at his insides, he glanced down to see a spike sticking out of his body. A spike that had broken from the creatures wrist standing before him
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There had been those few years of his adolescence when his body needed sleep so badly that it overrode his brain. But even then, he insisted on getting up over and over again to spar with Dean or to run a half mile longer. Rebellion was strange; he hated that training but refused to stop until his dad or his brother physically stopped him ( ... )
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Sam staggers into the motel room, a nasty-looking spike lodged in his back. Because the thing that they've been hunting -- it was hunting them, too.
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Preferably from his Hair's POV.
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What I can say? I have a thing about blood trails. And motorbikes. And Sam. ;)
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