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[unchosen_son]

He hadn't slept. He didn't want to sleep and he was so sick and tired of the way Dean kept looking at him like he was about to snap at any minute. He wasn't in the best of moods and he'd just snuck away with the alcohol left from the funeral and muttered a quiet, "I'm going to the Hub," to the hut at large, as if they could hear him and just made

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[weary_head]

He ought to have thought of the Hub sooner. The grip of sudden panic upon waking to find Sam gone had made the thought slow in coming, and the relief Dean felt at seeing his brother slumped there in his chair was enough to loosen the grip he had on the Hub door.

He didn't say anything. In the last week, Dean felt like he'd talked himself hoarse, walked himself lame, and he didn't have much of anything to show for it. He'd been holding his own wants back, knowing he needed to be sharp, but right now...Dean really wanted some of what Sam had in that bottle.

[unchosen_son]

Sam barely had to glance up to know he wasn't alone and some constant something within him knew it was Dean without more than a flicker of a glance and he just looked up at him, pushing the bottle just slightly across the table. He wasn't drunk, yet. Wasn't even tipsy. All he knew was that he wanted to be. "I can't sleep," Sam said quietly, tone miserable.

[weary_head]

Dean's eyes felt as raw and uncomfortable as the rest of him, and he gave his brother a small nod as he sat down, rubbing a hand over his mouth before he took the bottle.

"Angua's?"

[unchosen_son]

"I guess?" Sam agreed, with a half-hearted shrug. "Something that was left at our place between the funeral and now. I just...drinking was better than sleeping and since I couldn't sleep, I figured I'd do this." And from what he saw of back home, he'd drank there too, when things turned just a little too off-course.

[unbound_vala]

I don't think it's any secret that I get bored easily. It was worse now that I had my own hut. At least bothering Daniel was a hobby. So bored that I was restless, I stomped out of my hut, still in my Stargate clothes...mostly because the bikini that horrified Brendan was not evening wear.

I saw a man, and more importantly, I saw a bottle. It wasn't even a question whether or not I'd try to get some. It hadn't been hard at Mitchell's reunion. How hard could it be here?

"You look like you could use a friend," I said with just the right amount of compassion in my voice.

[unchosen_son]

Sam's gaze flickered up in a sharp blink at the stranger that he wasn't ready to deal with. Maybe Dean and Dad had the right idea to everything when it came to closing yourself off to the world. Maybe it was just easier to be on your own.

He drew the alcohol tighter to himself. "Not exactly," was his clipped reply, jaw wound tightly and aided by all the hours he wasn't sleeping. Needing a friend was why he was there in the first place. The one friend he wanted to talk to right there and then was dead.

[unbound_vala]

"Good, because you've got me," I replied with a smile. I've seen enough surly men in bars, and I don't think any of them have ever differed much from one another. I took a chair before I held out my hand.

"I'm Vala. I haven't been here long."

[unchosen_son]

Sam was slightly too tipsy to understand the whirlwind of stuff going on around him, so he just took a long drink before setting it on the table (too loud, bit too loud) and reaching over to shake her hand. "I'm Sam," he introduced himself with a forced but friendly smile. "I've been here forever."

[babyviper]

O-Ren disapproved. Getting drunk was a poor way to settle one's differences with Fate, and he sure as hell didn't look happy about drinking. So that was probably it.

The idea of some kind of club out here was vaguely fascinating to her, though, and she'd come back deliberately when it was supposed to be empty. Except for this guy, apparently. She sat gingerly on the chair next to him, an armed schoolgirl, watching his intake warily.

[unchosen_son]

Sam caught onto someone else's presence after a minute and peered blearily to the side, not sure if he was still conscious or if he'd passed out and was seeing people now. "Hi?" he offered, swallowing the remnants of the alcoholic taste from off his lips.

[babyviper]

"Hi," O-Ren said. "Did you know it's not healthy to drink alone? People will think you have problems." She stared at him with the sort of solemn self-possession that she'd displayed for two years now.

[unchosen_son]

Sam was just trying to figure out why he was being told this and by a young-woman no less. So he settled on about the only thing he could. "Did Dean send you or something?" he asked warily, the stinging taste of alcohol still on his lips, even if he kept trying to lick it off.

[witches_hammer]

"You gonna share?" she asked, sliding onto the bar stool at his side, looking, for a moment, just like any other girl in any other bar. Aside from the dagger and loaded pistol at her side, of course.

[unchosen_son]

Sam was slightly too drunk to really give a crap that this was Ruby and she was evil and blah blah so much crap he was sick of, so he just tipped the neck of the bottle her way and stared at her as he made a point of showing her that yeah, he was armed too, and he could still hit her.

Even if drunk. He might just miss the heart, was all.

[witches_hammer]

"Keep your little toy in your pants," she mumbled, rolling her eyes and snatching the bottle away for a swig. It burned all the way down and she shuddered, a choked sound catching in her throat and her eyes watering.

The human body was just so fragile.

[unchosen_son]

Sam watched her without blinking or taking his eyes off of her the once, steady as he could be while he was drunk. "It's not exactly a cooler," he noted, and by his tone you might not have known if he was being genuine or sarcastic in the proffered words.

[steel_singer]

Bobby knew about loss all too well; pretty much every hunter did. Loss was what got most of 'em into the business in the first place. Didn't make it any easier to take the more it happened, to you or to people you cared about.

He pulled up a chair at the table where Sam sat, looking about as dejected as Bobby'd ever seen him. "You plan on drinkin' that whole thing yourself?" Bobby asked, understanding Sam's frustration.

[unchosen_son]

Sam was a bit wasted by the time Bobby caught up with him and swallowed down a mouthful of something that'd been lying around the hut from the funeral, staring up with weak, almost waterlogged looking eyes. "Well, I was," he admitted, a bit drunkenly. "I can share, if y'want?"

[steel_singer]

By way of answer, he plucked the bottle outta Sam's hands and took a swig, then handed it back to him.

Some people might've been spoutin' platitudes right about then, about how it was gonna be ok and they were gonna find whoever did it. Bobby was not one of those people. He'd hated hearing that shit. "That ain't too bad," he commented instead, nodding at the liquor.

[unchosen_son]

"Yeah, it's...Angua's, I think," Sam said, inhaling a large pull of air as he was talking, just trying not to sigh it out too hopelessly. "She brought over a bunch after the funeral and we all sort of drank until we passed out." It had been the one night he hadn't needed to worry about sleeping because just blacking out had done it for him.