Dec. 19th, 2008

likely_evil: (Pout - Lost)
December 2004

"Please?"

"No."

"Sam, stop being such a damn Grinch and just put the star on top of the tree already."

Sighing, Sam pushed his textbook aside and got up, taking the silver star from Jess and reaching up to put it on the top of the almost 7 foot tall tree. Jess stood back, arms crossed and smiling. "Perfect."

Can I go back to studying now? )
likely_evil: (Angry - scowl)
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.

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