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likely_evil) wrote2009-08-11 01:33 pm
likely_evil) wrote2009-08-11 01:33 pm
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Always hunt in pairs. Or a group. Never on your own, because then your back will be open.
Those were the first words of advice Sam gave all the people who decided to join the cause and become hunters. Solitary was the fastest path to torture, possession or death in this business, and he felt that it was his responsibility to help prevent that at all costs.
They came to Sam because of his name. He turned around and gave them everything his centuries of wisdom had to offer.
Of course, Sam was also a Winchester. Which meant that they never listened to their own advice.
It also meant that he hid his pain, no matter what it was. The teams in med bay had given up on trying to treat Sam as a patient almost four decades now. They knew his unspoken hints as he skulked about, looking through their supplies. Somehow, the right painkillers or antibiotics made their way to his hands.
And of course, a quick phone call to Ruby for follow up observation.
This night wasn't any different. Sam had heard of a ghoul down in the cemetery that was attacking family members that came to visit graves. The Initiative had come to a truce with the ghouls over a century ago, dividing up cemetery boundaries and how long to wait before the souls were at rest before going to their graves, and the right ceremonies to perform before disrupting the grave. Every now and then, a lone ghoul would try to disrupt things, and Sam would make his way down to enforce the truce.
After the instance with Adam all those years ago, Sam refused to let people who were close to him near any cases involving ghouls. It was his personal business, and he handled it.
The ghoul in question was now dead. One of the other ghouls who Sam had worked with years ago on another case had stepped in and helped the Winchester. Of course, the rogue had a good chunk of Sam's shoulder in it's stomach when it was finally taken down.
And even though he was bleeding and his arm was hanging at his side useless, he walked through the complex like nothing was wrong, hiding any ounce of pain from his face as he went to the infirmary and rummages around, one handed, for cleaning materials. The anti-inflammatory and painkillers appeared on a shelf as a tech moved away from the other side quickly. He pocketed them, then with the rest of the supplies in his messanger bag, he started for home.
And hoped that he got to lock himself in the bathroom before the tech were able to get in touch with Ruby. Because he knew all along what they were doing, and he silently thanked them for preserving his pride that way.
Those were the first words of advice Sam gave all the people who decided to join the cause and become hunters. Solitary was the fastest path to torture, possession or death in this business, and he felt that it was his responsibility to help prevent that at all costs.
They came to Sam because of his name. He turned around and gave them everything his centuries of wisdom had to offer.
Of course, Sam was also a Winchester. Which meant that they never listened to their own advice.
It also meant that he hid his pain, no matter what it was. The teams in med bay had given up on trying to treat Sam as a patient almost four decades now. They knew his unspoken hints as he skulked about, looking through their supplies. Somehow, the right painkillers or antibiotics made their way to his hands.
And of course, a quick phone call to Ruby for follow up observation.
This night wasn't any different. Sam had heard of a ghoul down in the cemetery that was attacking family members that came to visit graves. The Initiative had come to a truce with the ghouls over a century ago, dividing up cemetery boundaries and how long to wait before the souls were at rest before going to their graves, and the right ceremonies to perform before disrupting the grave. Every now and then, a lone ghoul would try to disrupt things, and Sam would make his way down to enforce the truce.
After the instance with Adam all those years ago, Sam refused to let people who were close to him near any cases involving ghouls. It was his personal business, and he handled it.
The ghoul in question was now dead. One of the other ghouls who Sam had worked with years ago on another case had stepped in and helped the Winchester. Of course, the rogue had a good chunk of Sam's shoulder in it's stomach when it was finally taken down.
And even though he was bleeding and his arm was hanging at his side useless, he walked through the complex like nothing was wrong, hiding any ounce of pain from his face as he went to the infirmary and rummages around, one handed, for cleaning materials. The anti-inflammatory and painkillers appeared on a shelf as a tech moved away from the other side quickly. He pocketed them, then with the rest of the supplies in his messanger bag, he started for home.
And hoped that he got to lock himself in the bathroom before the tech were able to get in touch with Ruby. Because he knew all along what they were doing, and he silently thanked them for preserving his pride that way.
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OH, he was putty in her hands.
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