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jstliketherifle's mun. We needed crack. And I think this one was my fault... also, this is LONG so get drink and a snack now...
It was a job. That was all Sam kept telling himself as he stood outside the dance school, a gym bag over his shoulder. He gulped, then turned and looked at his older brother who was leaning against the side of the Impala.
Over the years, John had made the boys do some very embarrassing things for jobs because he needed access to places. Sam remembered the time he had feigned being lost at the mall so Dad could look at security footage. The school play that Sam had been in where he dressed up as a clock - he was sure Dad had pictures somewhere of that - and the one time Sam had gone to a tea party with a neighborhood girl at the time and came home covered in sparkly stickers.
But he wasn't a kid anymore. He was twenty six, and was not liking the fact that Dean had just enrolled him in Ms. Fran's World of Dance so that they could get inside and check out the basement to find what might be causing the string of suicidal ballerinas.
( . . . )
jstliketherifle's mun. We needed crack. And I think this one was my fault... also, this is LONG so get drink and a snack now...It was a job. That was all Sam kept telling himself as he stood outside the dance school, a gym bag over his shoulder. He gulped, then turned and looked at his older brother who was leaning against the side of the Impala.
Over the years, John had made the boys do some very embarrassing things for jobs because he needed access to places. Sam remembered the time he had feigned being lost at the mall so Dad could look at security footage. The school play that Sam had been in where he dressed up as a clock - he was sure Dad had pictures somewhere of that - and the one time Sam had gone to a tea party with a neighborhood girl at the time and came home covered in sparkly stickers.
But he wasn't a kid anymore. He was twenty six, and was not liking the fact that Dean had just enrolled him in Ms. Fran's World of Dance so that they could get inside and check out the basement to find what might be causing the string of suicidal ballerinas.
( . . . )
He sat in the living room, hands folding in front of him while waiting for Beth to get back from her trip to see Dean. His travel bag was by the door, waiting for him to go. But he couldn't, not until she got back.
Chief had called looking for her, wanting her to go on a long term mission. Sam had talked him out of it... somewhere along the way revealing that Beth was pregnant and he had asked her to marry him. The Chief did need to know, even if Beth didn't want him told.
Sam promised the man to secrecy. The rest of the office would know within 24 hours anyway. Chief couldn't keep a secret like that if the fate of the world depended on it.
But someone had to go on that mission, and the other agents were on jobs, so Sam took it. He couldn't let her take a job that was guaranteed at least four months in deep cover when she was pregnant.
He had only asked to wait until Beth got back before he left. She had to get her anger out at him so that it wouldn't be there when he returned. So he waited patiently, the GPS tracker having told him she came back into DC borders about an hour ago.
Chief had called looking for her, wanting her to go on a long term mission. Sam had talked him out of it... somewhere along the way revealing that Beth was pregnant and he had asked her to marry him. The Chief did need to know, even if Beth didn't want him told.
Sam promised the man to secrecy. The rest of the office would know within 24 hours anyway. Chief couldn't keep a secret like that if the fate of the world depended on it.
But someone had to go on that mission, and the other agents were on jobs, so Sam took it. He couldn't let her take a job that was guaranteed at least four months in deep cover when she was pregnant.
He had only asked to wait until Beth got back before he left. She had to get her anger out at him so that it wouldn't be there when he returned. So he waited patiently, the GPS tracker having told him she came back into DC borders about an hour ago.
ooc: Dean referred to here is winchesterjerk, abusedused with permission.
After Dean was out of the hospital, Sam had continued his hovering in the motel as Dean recovered. Asking him every five minutes if he needed something. Wanted something. Finally, around day 2 of this, Dean gave Sam a look and told him that Sam needed to go out and get some air before he suffocated him.
Of course, he threatened to kill Sam if he did so much as scratch the Impala.
Sam decided to take a drive. Fresh air, open road, music on the Ipod that sat in the passenger seat so that he could detach it and not freak Dean out again with it's presence. He didn't have any place really in mind as to where he was going, but as he passed the road sign announcing his arrival in Smallville, Kansas, did Sam recognize his unconscious path.
Finding Lana's place was easy. Walking to her door was a bit harder, and suddenly he just felt the weight of the world on his shoulders because of everything that had been happening and life was spinning out of control and he just needed something.
Something Dean couldn't give him. Something even Ruby couldn't give him. And so he turned to the only other person he knew that could.
He rang the bell, and just stood there, hoping Lana was home and alone. Because otherwise they might witness at very tall man breaking down like a baby in her arms.
winchesterjerk, After Dean was out of the hospital, Sam had continued his hovering in the motel as Dean recovered. Asking him every five minutes if he needed something. Wanted something. Finally, around day 2 of this, Dean gave Sam a look and told him that Sam needed to go out and get some air before he suffocated him.
Of course, he threatened to kill Sam if he did so much as scratch the Impala.
Sam decided to take a drive. Fresh air, open road, music on the Ipod that sat in the passenger seat so that he could detach it and not freak Dean out again with it's presence. He didn't have any place really in mind as to where he was going, but as he passed the road sign announcing his arrival in Smallville, Kansas, did Sam recognize his unconscious path.
Finding Lana's place was easy. Walking to her door was a bit harder, and suddenly he just felt the weight of the world on his shoulders because of everything that had been happening and life was spinning out of control and he just needed something.
Something Dean couldn't give him. Something even Ruby couldn't give him. And so he turned to the only other person he knew that could.
He rang the bell, and just stood there, hoping Lana was home and alone. Because otherwise they might witness at very tall man breaking down like a baby in her arms.
ooc: this is Sam calling Sarah back after getting this voicemail
It was a blast from the past, hearing Sarah's voice on his cell phone. it had been years since he had seen her. Months since he had really thought about her. They had tried to keep up by e-mail until, well, the whole FBI thing. He dropped off the face of the planet after that with almost all of his old friends.
Anna had mentioned that Sarah had been thinking about him and wondering where he was. With Dean being stuck... yeah, Sam had time on his hands for the next few days, so he could try and call her back.
Taking a walk and leaving Castiel to watch over Dean, Sam pulled out his phone and called back the missed number he assumed was hers, then waited for her to pick up.
It was a blast from the past, hearing Sarah's voice on his cell phone. it had been years since he had seen her. Months since he had really thought about her. They had tried to keep up by e-mail until, well, the whole FBI thing. He dropped off the face of the planet after that with almost all of his old friends.
Anna had mentioned that Sarah had been thinking about him and wondering where he was. With Dean being stuck... yeah, Sam had time on his hands for the next few days, so he could try and call her back.
Taking a walk and leaving Castiel to watch over Dean, Sam pulled out his phone and called back the missed number he assumed was hers, then waited for her to pick up.
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justprompts: Forbidden Indulgence
Mar. 20th, 2009 04:45 pmWhat is something forbidden that you want to indulge in?
There are nights were Samael still wakes up and can taste her against his lips; closes his eyes and remembers the press of her body against his, Lilith's cries of ecstasy in his ears that keeps him coming back for more.
To please her. To pleasure her. To be her king to her Queen in Hell.
He had been powerful there. No demon dared to disobey him. He could still feel the hellfire in his veins as he remembered being able to rip demons apart with his bare hands, and then rewarded as her fingers laced through his hair and she pulled him down for a kiss.
( . . . )
There are nights were Samael still wakes up and can taste her against his lips; closes his eyes and remembers the press of her body against his, Lilith's cries of ecstasy in his ears that keeps him coming back for more.
To please her. To pleasure her. To be her king to her Queen in Hell.
He had been powerful there. No demon dared to disobey him. He could still feel the hellfire in his veins as he remembered being able to rip demons apart with his bare hands, and then rewarded as her fingers laced through his hair and she pulled him down for a kiss.
( . . . )
for mad_muses: Fireflies
Mar. 16th, 2009 05:06 pmooc: based off this picture.
It was on Bobby's front porch that Sam saw the fireflies dancing around the tree. Little lights that reflected in his shiny black eyes as he stood there, head tilted to the side. Watching.
It was summer and the fireflies always came out in the summer. They liked the heat. Warmth that surrounded them and made their wings happy to flit around the tree with hundreds of others. Warmth that wrapped around him in a gentle way too. Not like the fire that burned at him Pain. Hurt. Fire. Smoke. DEAN! as strips of him were cut away.
All those fireflies reminded him of how many things he couldn't remember. He should remember. They were parts of him but they burnt away. Gone. He did not come back from Hell whole. Not fully Sammy. Not human. Missing too many fireflies in his head.
He wondered sometimes. Wondered if maybe he went back to Hell - would he be able to catch his fireflies and be a real soul again? Then he could be Sammy again all the way and Dean would be happy.
Some of the fireflies came closer, and Sam held a hand out to them. One landed right on his palm and he pulled it closer to look at it. No memories came to him, but instead it was a grayish bug that crawled along his skin with big wings and a white butt.
He brought his other hand up to run a finger along the bug. It's wings shifted a bit and tried to move in the other direction. Curious, he went to go poke at it and see if it would -
"Sam?"
Squish!
Sam turned around, wiping his hands on his jeans like a 5 year old who was trying to clean up a mess before Mom found out about it. Bobby just watched him a moment, eyebrow raised. "Whatcha lookin' at, son?"
"Fireflies," Sam responded innocently. "They aren't mine though. Too messy."
It was on Bobby's front porch that Sam saw the fireflies dancing around the tree. Little lights that reflected in his shiny black eyes as he stood there, head tilted to the side. Watching.
It was summer and the fireflies always came out in the summer. They liked the heat. Warmth that surrounded them and made their wings happy to flit around the tree with hundreds of others. Warmth that wrapped around him in a gentle way too. Not like the fire that burned at him Pain. Hurt. Fire. Smoke. DEAN! as strips of him were cut away.
All those fireflies reminded him of how many things he couldn't remember. He should remember. They were parts of him but they burnt away. Gone. He did not come back from Hell whole. Not fully Sammy. Not human. Missing too many fireflies in his head.
He wondered sometimes. Wondered if maybe he went back to Hell - would he be able to catch his fireflies and be a real soul again? Then he could be Sammy again all the way and Dean would be happy.
Some of the fireflies came closer, and Sam held a hand out to them. One landed right on his palm and he pulled it closer to look at it. No memories came to him, but instead it was a grayish bug that crawled along his skin with big wings and a white butt.
He brought his other hand up to run a finger along the bug. It's wings shifted a bit and tried to move in the other direction. Curious, he went to go poke at it and see if it would -
"Sam?"
Squish!
Sam turned around, wiping his hands on his jeans like a 5 year old who was trying to clean up a mess before Mom found out about it. Bobby just watched him a moment, eyebrow raised. "Whatcha lookin' at, son?"
"Fireflies," Sam responded innocently. "They aren't mine though. Too messy."
ooc: follows this
Sam left the chapel and headed back down to the medical ward where he knew Ruby and Michael were waiting. Michael because he wasn't going to be leaving the ward for another day or two, and Ruby because she was his mother and that was what mother's did.
Ruby was going to get a laugh out of this - part of Sam was still laughing at the idea of his brother being bored in heaven - and perhaps it would lead to Sam being able to finally talk to his son about Dean.
Something that had been painful to do ever since Dean had died.
He watched them for a moment through the window of the door, a swelling of pride in his chest. His family - his life - and Dean was proud of him. 200 years of self doubt started to bleed away and he felt years younger as he finally opened the door and walked back into the room.
Sam left the chapel and headed back down to the medical ward where he knew Ruby and Michael were waiting. Michael because he wasn't going to be leaving the ward for another day or two, and Ruby because she was his mother and that was what mother's did.
Ruby was going to get a laugh out of this - part of Sam was still laughing at the idea of his brother being bored in heaven - and perhaps it would lead to Sam being able to finally talk to his son about Dean.
Something that had been painful to do ever since Dean had died.
He watched them for a moment through the window of the door, a swelling of pride in his chest. His family - his life - and Dean was proud of him. 200 years of self doubt started to bleed away and he felt years younger as he finally opened the door and walked back into the room.
Home Again... RP for failuretotrust
Mar. 15th, 2009 01:46 pmooc: takes place at the completion of this mission.
He had finished his debriefing and came home late at night. He was still a bit sore, hurting in a few places he'd rather forget how those injuries came, but the mission was a success and he even had a new friend out of the deal.
But right now all he wanted to do was just take a shower and then collapse into bed. He got the next day off to recoup, and he was pretty sure he would be sleeping through most of it.
He wasn't very quiet when he got in, tossing his keys on the table by the door and dropping his bag on the floor. He sat on the arm of the couch to pull his shoes off, his tie undone and jacket already hanging in the closet.
He had finished his debriefing and came home late at night. He was still a bit sore, hurting in a few places he'd rather forget how those injuries came, but the mission was a success and he even had a new friend out of the deal.
But right now all he wanted to do was just take a shower and then collapse into bed. He got the next day off to recoup, and he was pretty sure he would be sleeping through most of it.
He wasn't very quiet when he got in, tossing his keys on the table by the door and dropping his bag on the floor. He sat on the arm of the couch to pull his shoes off, his tie undone and jacket already hanging in the closet.
for mad_muses: Steinbeck Quote
Mar. 14th, 2009 11:40 pmooc: 3 years after this.
“Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.”
-John Steinbeck
New Orleans in the summertime was hot and sticky, but at night when Sam opened the windows to his apartment and the breeze from the Gulf swept into their living room, life became easier. Jazz music from the street players and the smells from the restaurants downstairs filtered up. It mixed with the flower smells from the trees and gardens nearby, making the curtains dance with the mixture of life.
Sam sat at his desk, a large book open in front of him, writing in a pad while holding up an old coin. He had left the hunting business after killing Lilith, and - with the help of Johnny's grandmother, Angeline - moved here to start anew.
But while you can take the boy out of the hunt, you can't take the hunter out of the boy. The Winchesters were considered experts in the field, and even if Sam refused to be in the 'game', it didn't stop people from coming to his door asking for help. The word spread, and soon he had not only hunters, but half of New Orleans coming to him for help with their ghosts, potions, and hoodoo questions.
( . . . )
“Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.”
-John Steinbeck
New Orleans in the summertime was hot and sticky, but at night when Sam opened the windows to his apartment and the breeze from the Gulf swept into their living room, life became easier. Jazz music from the street players and the smells from the restaurants downstairs filtered up. It mixed with the flower smells from the trees and gardens nearby, making the curtains dance with the mixture of life.
Sam sat at his desk, a large book open in front of him, writing in a pad while holding up an old coin. He had left the hunting business after killing Lilith, and - with the help of Johnny's grandmother, Angeline - moved here to start anew.
But while you can take the boy out of the hunt, you can't take the hunter out of the boy. The Winchesters were considered experts in the field, and even if Sam refused to be in the 'game', it didn't stop people from coming to his door asking for help. The word spread, and soon he had not only hunters, but half of New Orleans coming to him for help with their ghosts, potions, and hoodoo questions.
( . . . )
Ask a question...
Mar. 8th, 2009 06:50 pmI'm bored, so feel free to ask my a question or 2... five the limit. And I'll answer them truthfully or lie well enough that you won't know.
charloft: 3 Ring Circus Drabble
Mar. 5th, 2009 09:11 amCenter ring, main event. Biggest show in town. Yellow eyes cracks the whip; the freaks run around. Blackness in veins, who's the best? One thing for sure - one will rise above the rest.
Succumb to your fate, yellow eyes laughs. The freaks fall until two remain.
The audience watching with heavenly eyes. The knife thrower takes aim... bulls-eye! The last freak falls to his knees, eyes cast to the skies.
The bearded lady refuses to sing, taking the freak's place. The knife thrower dead, the freak is left alone in the tent. All he hears is the scream.
Succumb to your fate, yellow eyes laughs. The freaks fall until two remain.
The audience watching with heavenly eyes. The knife thrower takes aim... bulls-eye! The last freak falls to his knees, eyes cast to the skies.
The bearded lady refuses to sing, taking the freak's place. The knife thrower dead, the freak is left alone in the tent. All he hears is the scream.
The Vegas Job [for nerdherdchuck]
Mar. 4th, 2009 09:59 pmooc: takes place a few days after this
Sam was sitting at a bar at the Mirage, w glass of whiskey in his hand as he swirled it around. One drink was all he allowed himself to have while he was on a job, and he planned on making this one last.
He had been in Vegas for a day now, and while he had gotten a good lay of the land as well as staked out a few of the supposed drop points, Sam had yet to find his contact. Supposedly this guy was a special agent from another government division, one who would be able to help him and had special knowledge of the party that KAOS was trying to sell the object to.
Of course Sam had no idea who he was waiting for. Just told that the guy coming to find him would recognize him for who he was, and leave it at that. Which left Sam sitting at the bar, alone, sipping his whiskey and waiting.
And hoping that his partner for this mission was someone he could get along with last time. Last time the chief sent him on a mission with another government agency, he had gotten some crackpot burnt-out NSA agent who loved his guns a bit more than the safety of his partner.
Sam was sitting at a bar at the Mirage, w glass of whiskey in his hand as he swirled it around. One drink was all he allowed himself to have while he was on a job, and he planned on making this one last.
He had been in Vegas for a day now, and while he had gotten a good lay of the land as well as staked out a few of the supposed drop points, Sam had yet to find his contact. Supposedly this guy was a special agent from another government division, one who would be able to help him and had special knowledge of the party that KAOS was trying to sell the object to.
Of course Sam had no idea who he was waiting for. Just told that the guy coming to find him would recognize him for who he was, and leave it at that. Which left Sam sitting at the bar, alone, sipping his whiskey and waiting.
And hoping that his partner for this mission was someone he could get along with last time. Last time the chief sent him on a mission with another government agency, he had gotten some crackpot burnt-out NSA agent who loved his guns a bit more than the safety of his partner.
Spending Time with Anna
Mar. 2nd, 2009 09:05 pmEver since leaving the job with the strippers and the siren, Sam had kept to himself. He still went along, acted like everything was good, but he just didn't want to participate in anything outside of that. He'd just go back to his room, watching TV or playing on the internet before going to bed in his own room, leaving Anna and Dean on their own.
No one wanted a third wheel. And obviously he was becoming that since Dean felt Sam wasn't good enough to be his brother anymore.
No, he wasn't good. He hadn't been since May, not like anyone but Ruby had noticed though. And as the months went by, Sam just felt himself slipping again. Losing that grasp of reality he had grabbed onto when Dean had walked back through his hotel door.
Slipping away, and he was so close to letting go and falling. And a part of him really didn't care if he did or not. Just as long as it was over and he could stop hurting inside.
He just wanted to stop hurting. Stop thinking. Stop feeling. Just kill Lilith and then it'll be over and the pain will go away.
So he withdrew further into himself, going between researching and finding jobs, or just numbing himself with the television. Like tonight, after coming back from the library, he just went into his room and stretched out on his bed, turning on the tv and flipping the channels to find something to watch for the hours it would be before he finally fell asleep.
No one wanted a third wheel. And obviously he was becoming that since Dean felt Sam wasn't good enough to be his brother anymore.
No, he wasn't good. He hadn't been since May, not like anyone but Ruby had noticed though. And as the months went by, Sam just felt himself slipping again. Losing that grasp of reality he had grabbed onto when Dean had walked back through his hotel door.
Slipping away, and he was so close to letting go and falling. And a part of him really didn't care if he did or not. Just as long as it was over and he could stop hurting inside.
He just wanted to stop hurting. Stop thinking. Stop feeling. Just kill Lilith and then it'll be over and the pain will go away.
So he withdrew further into himself, going between researching and finding jobs, or just numbing himself with the television. Like tonight, after coming back from the library, he just went into his room and stretched out on his bed, turning on the tv and flipping the channels to find something to watch for the hours it would be before he finally fell asleep.
Depends really on where the fight takes place. Are we sending the astronaut back into time to the pre-historic era? And what astronaut? Is it a guy who is all about his equipment, or was he in the Navy SEALS before he decided he wanted to go to NASA?
What if the caveman came to the present time? Are they like Brenden Fraiser cavemen from Encino Man or are they more like the guys from the Geico commercials?
Then it comes down to weapons. Hand to Hand? Cavemen have the advantage unless it's the Navy SEAL astronaut. Or it's the Geico cavemen, because I bet that lizard could take them on and win. If the astronaut has a gun, however, he wins hands down. But it would end up probably with the cavemen bowing down and worshiping them as a god or something.
Really, there's too many variables to make an educated answer on this question. Can I get another one?
What if the caveman came to the present time? Are they like Brenden Fraiser cavemen from Encino Man or are they more like the guys from the Geico commercials?
Then it comes down to weapons. Hand to Hand? Cavemen have the advantage unless it's the Navy SEAL astronaut. Or it's the Geico cavemen, because I bet that lizard could take them on and win. If the astronaut has a gun, however, he wins hands down. But it would end up probably with the cavemen bowing down and worshiping them as a god or something.
Really, there's too many variables to make an educated answer on this question. Can I get another one?
