[drags himself out of bed, rubbing at his eyes & pushing at the hair falling into his eyes]
Need... coffee...
[stumbles out into the hall, walking down the stairs, completely oblivious that the boxers & tank top he fell asleep in got defabricated. Sam walks into the kitchen, blindly going for the cabinet where his mug is, & pouring himself some
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Sputters, then turns on her heel and walks out]
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I'm doing my best not to let what I've done influence the new me. I'd say it's working, but I guess I'm probably not the best judge.
Must be hard, losing one Doctor. I mean, I know you got the other one in his place, but it can't possibly be the same. They were two different people.
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I'd feel the same if I ever lost Dean. In a way, I'm glad we ended up here. I don't know how I ever would have survived on my own, knowing he was trapped in Hell.
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--sorry, but it's just really awkward talking 'bout this with you. It's not even something I really want to talk about in the first place.
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Sorry I brought it up.
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What kind of tea did you want?
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Here you go.
[hands her the mug, pouring himself another coffee, keeping to the counter to put as much space as he can between them, just like he said he would]
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Um, thanks. You didn't have to make me any tea.
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I wanted to.
[sips on his second cup of caffeine, glancing out the window]
Looks like it's going to be a nice day.
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