There was some serious reluctance on Sam's part when it came time to get up in the morning. He'd woken up in the middle of the night after having a nightmare (the generic creepy kind that faded as soon as he woke up, thankfully), and at some point, he'd twisted the wrong way in his sleep, and now his back was killing him. Between that and the ( Read more... )

Getting a cab for himself and Dawn to get to the mainland had been surprisingly easy, and dinner had gone even better than Sam had expected. Taking a walk afterwards had led to a used bookstore, and neither of them needed much convincing to go inside. For the moment, Sam was just preparing to deal with anyone who attempted to leer at Dawn or her ( Read more... )

After taking Scout for a walk, and getting some coffee from The Perk, Sam had settled on his bed with his laptop, to check his e-mail and attempt to ignore Scout's whining pleas for another walk ( Read more... )

Sam woke up and glanced at the clock, figuring out that he and Dawn still had a few more minutes to sleep before they had to get up for Mystical Artifacts class. It wasn't until there was an attempt to shift closer to Dawn and snuggle that Sam realized there was some extra, unusual space between them ( Read more... )

There was a lot of grumbling coming from Tom's general direction as he tried to fight waking up. Saturdays were meant for sleeping and drinking, and it just wasn't time to start drinking yet. Peering out from under the covers, he saw that his roommate's bed was empty, but he didn't have much time to wonder about where Owen might have gone as he ( Read more... )

Sam had been awake for a little while, but that didn't mean he was getting out of bed. Not when he had Dawn laying next to him, in blatant disregard of the tape line down the middle of the room. Oh yes, it was good to be a rebel.

[the door's closed, for now...]

It was late, and it was quiet, and that meant Sam was reading because he's a nerd, omg. As far as he was concerned, classes couldn't come soon enough. At least having homework would give him something fun to do.

[Open for the roomie and the brother!]

Sam curled up in his bed and whimpered quietly, caught deep in a dream.

He hated losing control, hated being powerless against something he couldn't seem to beat. But that was part of the problem, wasn't it? Here, he wasn't powerless at all. It was the extra power that he couldn't control ( Read more... )

( Ingredients needed for a proper rescue: a little blood, a little salt, and a little messing with the fabric of reality. )

Despite how much he'd hoped to get a full night of sleep, Sam found himself awake again at the wee hours of the morning, his head aching, and his body tense with worry conjured up by his nightmare. He knew full well that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, so he sighed and sat up in bed, massaging his forehead in an attempt to deal with the ( Read more... )