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likely_evil) wrote2008-11-22 12:20 pm
likely_evil) wrote2008-11-22 12:20 pm
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justprompts]: Games We Play
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jstliketherifle. Not binding on any other muse
What's the name of the game that we are playing
Boy whenever I think that we are winning
Then you roll the dice take a slide
Right back to the one from 99
-Snakes and Ladders by Joss Stone
The Following January...
Sam stood in a phone booth, his forehead pressed against the cold glass as he listened to the dial tone. Shakey fingers pressed a series of buttons and he paused before touching the last one. Smears of blood covered the numbers now as Sam slid to the ground, the phone cradled in his arms.
They were outside a motel somewhere. Ruby was working on acquiring them a room, and she told him to stay put. Not to leave the phone booth that was hidden because the streetlamp had burnt out. There was salt around the entire booth, protecting the boy king as he sank to the floor in a bloody, bruised mess.
The battle wasn't one they had gone looking for. They were trying to find some food. Sam was arguing because it was Dean's birthday, and he had wanted to at least see his brother. Ruby reminded him that Dean probably would hurt him if Sam showed up - that or find a way to guilt Sam into staying. It had only been a few months now since Sam had left and Dean would have an easy job convincing Sam to come back.
Especially now. Which was part of the reason why Sam was calling Dean; waiting for his brother to pick up the phone. He needed Dean to ask for him to come back. Sam couldn't do this. He thought he could - thought it would be better but as days went by, Sam knew it wasn't right. Alone was not better.
One hand came to wrap protectively around his stomach. The gash there needed to be clean and stitched. The demon had slashed him hard when he had lost concentration on the exorcism because Ruby got shot. Ruby had screamed at him later for that - she can get a new body, but he can't. Never lose focus again. NEVER.
He cringed as the phone went to voice mail. Sam should have known - it was late and Dean's birthday. His brother was probably celebrating with some blonde in a back room somewhere. Why should he answer the phone from an unlisted phone booth?
This is Dean Winchester. If this is an emergency, leave a message.
Just hearing Dean's voice, even as a recording, added to the tears in Sam's eyes. But he took a deep breath. No, he couldn't beg a machine to ask him to come home. And if he sounded like a broken mess and Dean wasn't able to call him back, it would only drive him crazy. Sam couldn't do that to him.
"Hey Dean, it's me," Sam spoke into the phone when the beep to leave the voicemail started. He cursed himself that there was still a shake in his voice. "I hope you didn't think I would forget your birthday. I'd have called earlier, but kinda got held up."
He shifted, trying not to hiss audibly as his stomach screamed in pain. "I guess you've already found yourself a present for tonight, and I won't be at this number when you wake up. But... I just wanted to make sure you're doing ok. It's been a rough couple of months, but we're making progress."
He saw Ruby starting towards him, twirling a key around her finger. "Well, I gotta go. But I'm thinking about you brother. I'll... I'll try to reach out to you soon. Happy Birthday."
He hung up the phone as Ruby stood at the door, waiting for Sam to open it. He managed to kick it open and in so broke the salt line.
"So, how's Dean?" she asked, giving him a look.
"He wasn't there," Sam said, sulking back a bit.
"Sam." Ruby knelt down. "If you want to go back, especially after today, I don't blame you. It'll make things harder, but -"
"No." Sam closed his eyes, then rubbed his arm across his face. "We're doing it our way. Dean has his way, and hopefully we can get Lilith trapped in a pinch in the middle."
Ruby watched him a moment, then held out a hand to help Sam up. She knew he was back to lying to himself, and she wasn't sure anymore if that was healthy. He either needed to believe in his plan, or go back and figure out a new one. Otherwise it was going to get him killed.
With Sam on his feet, they started back towards the room she had gotten. But she stopped as she felt eyes suddenly on them. Sam lifted his head as well, looking over his shoulder. But all they heard was the distant sound of wings and feathers.
jstliketherifle. Not binding on any other museWhat's the name of the game that we are playing
Boy whenever I think that we are winning
Then you roll the dice take a slide
Right back to the one from 99
-Snakes and Ladders by Joss Stone
The Following January...
Sam stood in a phone booth, his forehead pressed against the cold glass as he listened to the dial tone. Shakey fingers pressed a series of buttons and he paused before touching the last one. Smears of blood covered the numbers now as Sam slid to the ground, the phone cradled in his arms.
They were outside a motel somewhere. Ruby was working on acquiring them a room, and she told him to stay put. Not to leave the phone booth that was hidden because the streetlamp had burnt out. There was salt around the entire booth, protecting the boy king as he sank to the floor in a bloody, bruised mess.
The battle wasn't one they had gone looking for. They were trying to find some food. Sam was arguing because it was Dean's birthday, and he had wanted to at least see his brother. Ruby reminded him that Dean probably would hurt him if Sam showed up - that or find a way to guilt Sam into staying. It had only been a few months now since Sam had left and Dean would have an easy job convincing Sam to come back.
Especially now. Which was part of the reason why Sam was calling Dean; waiting for his brother to pick up the phone. He needed Dean to ask for him to come back. Sam couldn't do this. He thought he could - thought it would be better but as days went by, Sam knew it wasn't right. Alone was not better.
One hand came to wrap protectively around his stomach. The gash there needed to be clean and stitched. The demon had slashed him hard when he had lost concentration on the exorcism because Ruby got shot. Ruby had screamed at him later for that - she can get a new body, but he can't. Never lose focus again. NEVER.
He cringed as the phone went to voice mail. Sam should have known - it was late and Dean's birthday. His brother was probably celebrating with some blonde in a back room somewhere. Why should he answer the phone from an unlisted phone booth?
This is Dean Winchester. If this is an emergency, leave a message.
Just hearing Dean's voice, even as a recording, added to the tears in Sam's eyes. But he took a deep breath. No, he couldn't beg a machine to ask him to come home. And if he sounded like a broken mess and Dean wasn't able to call him back, it would only drive him crazy. Sam couldn't do that to him.
"Hey Dean, it's me," Sam spoke into the phone when the beep to leave the voicemail started. He cursed himself that there was still a shake in his voice. "I hope you didn't think I would forget your birthday. I'd have called earlier, but kinda got held up."
He shifted, trying not to hiss audibly as his stomach screamed in pain. "I guess you've already found yourself a present for tonight, and I won't be at this number when you wake up. But... I just wanted to make sure you're doing ok. It's been a rough couple of months, but we're making progress."
He saw Ruby starting towards him, twirling a key around her finger. "Well, I gotta go. But I'm thinking about you brother. I'll... I'll try to reach out to you soon. Happy Birthday."
He hung up the phone as Ruby stood at the door, waiting for Sam to open it. He managed to kick it open and in so broke the salt line.
"So, how's Dean?" she asked, giving him a look.
"He wasn't there," Sam said, sulking back a bit.
"Sam." Ruby knelt down. "If you want to go back, especially after today, I don't blame you. It'll make things harder, but -"
"No." Sam closed his eyes, then rubbed his arm across his face. "We're doing it our way. Dean has his way, and hopefully we can get Lilith trapped in a pinch in the middle."
Ruby watched him a moment, then held out a hand to help Sam up. She knew he was back to lying to himself, and she wasn't sure anymore if that was healthy. He either needed to believe in his plan, or go back and figure out a new one. Otherwise it was going to get him killed.
With Sam on his feet, they started back towards the room she had gotten. But she stopped as she felt eyes suddenly on them. Sam lifted his head as well, looking over his shoulder. But all they heard was the distant sound of wings and feathers.
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I don't know who's louder right now -- Dean or Ruby. You may get both. I don't know yet.
But oh, man -- I loved this.