Sam Winchester (
likely_evil) wrote2009-01-01 09:57 pm
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New Year's Pity Party (for
oncehunted
ooc: after this and before the smitting
Sam just needed to talk. To think about life and what this new year was going to bring. the last few years had not given him much to look forward to, and this year was not looking any better. In fact, it was looking a hell of a lot worse.
So when Madison offered to just take him somewhere more private and just be with him, he took it. Just to get away. Talk to someone who knew himand wasn't Dean. Just... to either get these feelings off his chest, or else forget about them for awhile.
Whatever worked. He just needed to be with someone, and Madison would take care of him.
Sam just needed to talk. To think about life and what this new year was going to bring. the last few years had not given him much to look forward to, and this year was not looking any better. In fact, it was looking a hell of a lot worse.
So when Madison offered to just take him somewhere more private and just be with him, he took it. Just to get away. Talk to someone who knew him
Whatever worked. He just needed to be with someone, and Madison would take care of him.

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"I don't think you shuld have to. All the things you're living with, have gone through - that's a lot to put on someone. But I don't think you're as far gone as you think you are. You're still doing what you were doing before. You were willing to help me."
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"You don't...have to be. I mean, I understand why you'd..."
She trailed off, suddenly very interested in her coffee cup.
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"Mad, I care about you and I can't just not care anymore. That's not me. I will be here for you. I just... don't know if I can be there for you in that way because I don't want you to get hurt again."
Or die. Which was more what he was thinking.
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"I'm not asking you to be, if it's not what you want. But you didn't...hurt me before."
She swallowed hard, trying to think of how to word this.
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"I...I know it was selfish, in a way, asking you what I asked. I know how much you didn't want to. But I asked you to do that because...because I knew I wouldn't run from you."
She bit her lip, hard, and looked up at him. "And it had to be done. I didn't...I don't want to kill again."
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Sam took a deep breath and sucked on his lower lip.
"You're not going to kill again, Mad. We don't even know if you're going to turn again."
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Her eyes flicked back down for a moment, then up at him again. "And what if I do?"
OOC: Sorry this is so late!
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"If you do... then we'll figure it out."
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"Okay, Sam."