And sometimes it rains on a sunny day...

[likely_evil]

Adam was ash, back to the Earth he had come from. Sam found the biblical reference amusing, which let him ignore the sprained ankle, slashed wrists, and hole just above his liver. Dean had found him some good drugs to take the edge off the pain, but it still hurt like a bitch and standing up for so long had drained him.

Literally.

Anna had to support him as they watched over Adam while he got a hunter's funeral. The blood left in his body was being pulled down by gravity so he was light headed, and by the time the three of them were back at the Impala, Sam just curled up in the backseat and slept.

Anna and Dean weren't talking again, but what else was new? He just ignored them and slipped back off into the blissfulness of unconsciousness.

The next morning he woke up with a groan, his head pounding and still nauseous. "Water," he groaned, not even opening his eyes. Someone was in the room with him and would help him.

God he hated being this week. But he hated throwing up more and if he didn't get some water in his mouth soon...

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[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

"Sam - I'm not putting anyone in danger."

[likely_evil]

"So instead you'll keep yourself wide open to it?" He leaned back to look at her.

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

"I'm going back to New York. Dean's convinced that the further away from him I am, the safer I am from Lilith." She said tiredly, answering his look with a knowing one of her own.

[likely_evil]

"Well, there's more people there. It'll be harder to find. And you have the tattoo.."

He'd rather her be locked up in Bobby's panic room, but that was Sam and he knew it wasn't going to happen.

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

As if she could read Sam's mind, she softly ran her fingers through his hair. "True, and you boys would lock me up in Bobby's panic room if you knew I wouldn't kick both your asses for it."

[likely_evil]

"Damn straight," he admitted, chuckling.