Sam Winchester (
likely_evil) wrote2008-12-19 01:21 pm
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And Angry!Sam is getting a new hotel room
After the fight with Nellie and then Dean, Sam had hit his limit. Why the hell had they come to Tijuana in the first place.
Oh yeah, that's right, to relax for the holidays.
Fine. Dean wanted some time away. Wanted Sam to relax. Then Sam would relax and get the hell away from his brother.
He packed his bags and checked out of the hotel, telling the manager that he didn't care about the early cancellation fee. Then he tossed the bag over his shoulder and started down the beach.
Sam just wanted some peace. A hammock on the beach to read like he had planned on spending the month doing. Away from spoiled rich women who believed that they were above treating potential friends with common respect.
And he had actually felt sorry for her.
Thing was, he still did. Maybe more so, because it was her emotional distance from life that made her the way she was. Probably stemmed all the way back to her mother's death. And while Dean and Sam had gone into a world of credit scam and deprived childhoods, Nellie was spoiled beyond belief.
Maybe there was a jealous part. A part where she still had a father and he gave her everything her heart desired. The part of him that missed John SO MUCH that he couldn't admit it aloud, and would do anything to have his father back. To know his mother.
But he knew the price for getting either of them back, and it was one that Dean and Sam really should never try to take again. Because it worked out so well the first few times.
It was when he was halfway down the beach that Sam realized he had no idea where he was going. So he just tossed his bag down and sat in the sand, resting his head in his hands.
Merry Fucken Christmas, Sam Winchester. Another one to add to the reasons why he hated this time of year.
Oh yeah, that's right, to relax for the holidays.
Fine. Dean wanted some time away. Wanted Sam to relax. Then Sam would relax and get the hell away from his brother.
He packed his bags and checked out of the hotel, telling the manager that he didn't care about the early cancellation fee. Then he tossed the bag over his shoulder and started down the beach.
Sam just wanted some peace. A hammock on the beach to read like he had planned on spending the month doing. Away from spoiled rich women who believed that they were above treating potential friends with common respect.
And he had actually felt sorry for her.
Thing was, he still did. Maybe more so, because it was her emotional distance from life that made her the way she was. Probably stemmed all the way back to her mother's death. And while Dean and Sam had gone into a world of credit scam and deprived childhoods, Nellie was spoiled beyond belief.
Maybe there was a jealous part. A part where she still had a father and he gave her everything her heart desired. The part of him that missed John SO MUCH that he couldn't admit it aloud, and would do anything to have his father back. To know his mother.
But he knew the price for getting either of them back, and it was one that Dean and Sam really should never try to take again. Because it worked out so well the first few times.
It was when he was halfway down the beach that Sam realized he had no idea where he was going. So he just tossed his bag down and sat in the sand, resting his head in his hands.
Merry Fucken Christmas, Sam Winchester. Another one to add to the reasons why he hated this time of year.
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She hadn't been expecting an angry Sam Winchester to wander into her scenery, but hey -- she wasn't about to start complaining.
She knew he looked upset, and she was probably the last person he wanted to see, but she figured he could use someone to talk to. Ruby wasn't around for her to shove in his direction. She ordered a beer, before taking her mai-tai in one hand, the beer in the other, and making her way over to him.
"Hey there, handsome. Looks like you could use a drink."
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"Sorry, alcohol and me tend to lead to bad decisions. And I've already had a lousy few days so I don't need to make any more."
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And contrary to popular belief, she could tell when someone didn't feel like being climbed. She was just here to listen. And she wasn't going to go anywhere until she was satisfied in that respect.
"But could you do a girl a favor and hold one for a second? Hard enough sitting down in the sand with one drink in your hand, let alone two."
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"See, one of my many talents happen to be that I'm a very good listener. You seem like you need someone to talk to. And really, if you think about it, I'm the ideal person to talk to. I have no loyalties to anyone who could possibly be involved." If it was a Ruby or Felicia issue, she would have heard about it. "So you could pretty much say whatever you wanted, no holds barred, and I wouldn't judge you either way."
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"I don't want to talk. I just want to be left alone, alright?"
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She wasn't exactly moving though. She just stared back out at the ocean, occasionally sipping the beer in her hand.
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She turned back to face him before shrugging slightly. "It is a free beach. And I'm not bothering you -- unless my sitting here is bothering you, to which I will say that you clearly have space issues. But I'm not speaking -- or listening for that matter -- as promised."
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He hitched his bag on his shoulder and tried to figure out where he would go. He knew that he couldn't go THAT far - distance from the Impala and all - but where...
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And that just rubbed it in a bit more.
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She flashed him a small smile, before tilting her head to the side slightly. "She wants you around, Sam, she just doesn't want you around if you're only doing it because you feel obligated, given whatever happened between you two." And she knew exactly what it was -- she could smell him on her and vice versa. Lust demon trick.
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She then started to push herself up from the sand, dusting herself off as she spoke. "But what I do know? Is that I know Ruby. And I can pick up on some things. She wants you around, Sam -- she cares. She's been around long enough that if she didn't, she would have stopped showing up to try and help you and your brother a long time ago."
She held her beer in one hand and took another sip. "Anyhoo -- offer's open for as long as we're down here. If you want to take it, let me know." And with that, she turned and started walking up the beach again.
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And a hotel suite with three demons and Lindsey of course sounded better than struggling to find a place on his own.
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"I'm staying on the beach, Sam -- I trust you're old enough to be able to find your way up to your hotel room all on your own."
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He wasn't in a right mind, Amy. He took a step back, then turned and started for the hotel.
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