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likely_evil) wrote2009-11-01 01:13 pm
likely_evil) wrote2009-11-01 01:13 pm
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Bad Day on Black Rock - RP for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ironknifehunter
It started when, as Cas was getting ready to leave for work, he told Sam that Dean was getting released from the hospital that afternoon. There was a question on that, a look at Sam lowered his head from and ignored.
When are you going to go back and see him, Sam?
He could hear their voices in his head as he worked on the house that day. Jo, Cas, even Pam wanting to know when Sam was going to see his brother. Ever since Dean had woken up, Sam avoided the hospital like the plague. All because he was afraid to face him.
The voices started to get to him, and Sam found his way into the medicine cabinet to get something to get rid of his headache. As the hours went, the pain didn't stop and Sam went back to find something stronger.
That evening, then would find Sam stoned off the pills from an old bottle of codeine, passed out on the bathroom floor because it was cool and felt good on his face. But the voices were gone, and his head wasn't hurting anymore. That was all that mattered to him.
When are you going to go back and see him, Sam?
He could hear their voices in his head as he worked on the house that day. Jo, Cas, even Pam wanting to know when Sam was going to see his brother. Ever since Dean had woken up, Sam avoided the hospital like the plague. All because he was afraid to face him.
The voices started to get to him, and Sam found his way into the medicine cabinet to get something to get rid of his headache. As the hours went, the pain didn't stop and Sam went back to find something stronger.
That evening, then would find Sam stoned off the pills from an old bottle of codeine, passed out on the bathroom floor because it was cool and felt good on his face. But the voices were gone, and his head wasn't hurting anymore. That was all that mattered to him.
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"I can try and make breakfast?" he offered.
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"You mind if I shower while you cook?"
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"Sure. I'm not going anywhere today. I can shower later. Want me to walk Ford too?"
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She leaned over and kissed his cheek before bounding out of bed to head for the shower.
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Tossing a sweatshirt and sneakers on, Sam took Ford for a long walk and then fed him when they got back. The shower was still going, so he turned to the cabinets and fridge and started to see if there was anything to cook with. He could make easy things as long as he had instructions on the boxes.
Finding a box of pancake mix, Sam made sure he had everything he needed before starting to put the mix together and use the frying pan to cook them up - 3 pancakes at a time.
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She strolled into the kitchen and sniffed. "Are those pancakes?"
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The coffee at least he knew was right. He was good at making coffee.
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Which was true. Even with Ruby he did it. Though thinking of what his earning had been back then made him turn to focus on the frying pan.
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Jo put extra syrup on hers. She had a very big sweet tooth.
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He had his plate ready and sat across from her, taking the syrup when she was done and covering his as well. Sugar was a good thing.
"Tell Cas I'm sorry about not going over today. I just need a day."
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He looked down at the puppy who was watching him with begging eyes. "Right, boy?"
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It was unclear whether she meant Ford or Sam. Or both.
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He knew she knew how to fake a sick phone call.
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He gave her a small smile.
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She smiled back and went to put her cleaned plate in the sink.
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