Sam Winchester (
likely_evil) wrote2008-10-03 02:08 pm
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He's got eyes that sing to me... remind me of childhood melodies...
Just for Bobby at the moment... others to join later...
They were in North Dakota according to the map that Alec and Dean had been looking at. There was something in the back of Sam's mind that found the town familiar. Little fireflies in his mind, wanting to guide him again.
Why were there fireflies in his mind? He always saw freflies, no matter where they went.
He had sat in the Impala after Dean and Alec went to bed because he was trying to figure this out when one big firefly came by the window, beckoning him to follow it. So he did, walking along the fields quickly as he tried to catch it.
When he was able to catch them, he remembered things. But the things he remembered with them would always fly away again. Out of his mind and into the wind. Not like the memories that Dean gave him.
He had a few now. Memory of a tape measure. Of a necklace. Small things and they were always of him as a kid. There were no adult memories. And Sam wondered why.
Soon, the firefly led him along the path to a junkyard. Sam could see all the magic here, trendils that wove a web in a white light. He was careful as he walked, not wanting to touch a single strand of it until he got to the door where the firefly had landed.
Sam tilted his head, reaching for the insect and wrapping his fingers around it roughly. Which on the other side of the door would sound like someone had knocked.
They were in North Dakota according to the map that Alec and Dean had been looking at. There was something in the back of Sam's mind that found the town familiar. Little fireflies in his mind, wanting to guide him again.
Why were there fireflies in his mind? He always saw freflies, no matter where they went.
He had sat in the Impala after Dean and Alec went to bed because he was trying to figure this out when one big firefly came by the window, beckoning him to follow it. So he did, walking along the fields quickly as he tried to catch it.
When he was able to catch them, he remembered things. But the things he remembered with them would always fly away again. Out of his mind and into the wind. Not like the memories that Dean gave him.
He had a few now. Memory of a tape measure. Of a necklace. Small things and they were always of him as a kid. There were no adult memories. And Sam wondered why.
Soon, the firefly led him along the path to a junkyard. Sam could see all the magic here, trendils that wove a web in a white light. He was careful as he walked, not wanting to touch a single strand of it until he got to the door where the firefly had landed.
Sam tilted his head, reaching for the insect and wrapping his fingers around it roughly. Which on the other side of the door would sound like someone had knocked.

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"It's your home. Your territory. Your rules. I understand that. I said I'd stay out of your way. I wont friggin touch anything." He stands from his balance crouch and pads down the few steps to be off the porch.
"And I wouldn't dream of giving you any advice about Sam. What the hell do I know. I'm jus the person the didn't upset him." Because what he did know is that while he was sure that the Sam they knew and he didn't was in there somewhere, that wasn't who they were dealling with right now. Nor was Sam the child he acted like. There was to much in his head for him to be a child. There was also a dangerous preditor under that adorable personality that Alec felt some sort of kinship to and he didn't want to walk away.
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His fingers flexed against the edge of the stairs. "You might as well have said you didn't want me here when you told me I could touch anything in the house." The tone is more sullen than anything else. Nothing could sulk more than a hurt cat. "How am I supposed to not take that personally?"
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