Season Two

CURRENT SEASON: TWO As I progress through the series, I will be developing Sam and growing him due to his experience in the show. indie sam winchester rp blog

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Open- It has to die//Dean Winchester

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          “DEAN. they didn’t do anything wrong.” having to raise his voice, having to point a gun at his brother? he was protecting these vampires who were feeding on cows and animals to survive;; they didn’t deserve to die. how could dean not get that??

          “we’ll find the one that’s killing people. but it won’t be right if we just kill them all.”

Dean was looking at his brother “Sammy lower the gun.” he sighed. “And they are vampires, you know monsters? We hunt them?” Seriously what had gotten into Sam. The older Winchester didn’t have time for this. He didn’t often give creatures another chance. There was often no trusting them. He knew that. “Dammit Sammy.” he seemed grumpy and impatient as it was.

[echoedsam]

          “we hunt evil, dean. if you’re going to make the argument about monsters, maybe you should start with me.” psychic - monster. that was why that other hunter, gordon, tried to kill him anyway. and honestly, he was beginning to believe it himself. and he knew dean probably was too.

          their dad told dean that he might have to kill sam if he couldn’t save him. what more reaffirming thing is there than that?

          "there is only one killer in this nest. i won’t let you kill anyone but them. alright? so stop it. put down the weapon and we’ll figure out a way to draw ‘em out.”

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“                  jess…??   ”              he was seeing things. he was definitely seeing things. it hadn’t been the first time it happened, though it was definitely the first time she seemed… different to that ghost-like all knowing persona. it was definitely the first time she seemed normal. like a regular… human being.

well, that was aided by the fact that she was in a bar, drink in hand, seemingly chatting up the person next to her. or vice versa? he couldn’t tell. that was the last thing on his mind.

maybe it was a look-a-like. jess was dead. there was no possible way that she could be here. unless someone zombiefied her, but if that was the case, there would be signs. he had just finished a hunt. everything was normal in town.

ANOTHER  HUNT ,   ANOTHER  TOWN .   it  was  becoming  her  same  old ,   same  old .   this  time  someone  had  beat  her  to  it .   carelessly  she  went  on  with  her  day   :   another  cheap  motel ,   another  sketchy  bar ,   another  pretty  brunette  sitting  next  to  her ,   slowly  giving  into  jess’s  charm .   hand  slides  up  the  other  girls  thigh ,   all  smiles   &   not - so - subtle  flirtations  right  before  snatching  it  all  away  upon  hearing  her  name .   blood  runs  cold  momentarily .   while  she’d  been  waiting  for  this ,   never  did  she  think  their  meeting  would  be  someplace  like  this .   eyes  widen ,   expression  going  blank ,   as  if  she’s  the  one  seeing  a  ghost   &   not  the  other  way  around .   somehow  they  were  alive   &   breathing ,   both  here .   ‘   sam .   ’   name  still  feels  familiar  on  whiskey  numbed  lips ,   tone  sparking  with  both  surprise   &   ease .   though  her  body  does  begin  to  tense  as  she  awaits  for  the  response .   good  or  bad ,   she  couldn’t  tell  just  yet .   ‘   i ,   uh — – -   ’   she  begins  to  search  her  mind  for  an  answer ,   but  can’t  find  one  that  he’d  enjoy .   counting  the  ways  to  finish  her  sentence  is  the  only  thing  that  keeps  her  from  jumping  up   &   hugging  him .

[echoedsam]

   she recognised him. and that was the point of the evening where something snapped inside of his mind. because she wasn’t a look-a-like. she wasn’t some ghost, or hallucination. this was really jess. or rather -- someone pretending to be jess in order to mess with him. but who would do that? the yellow-eyed demon? why? so many questions ran through his mind, so many possibilities, so many outcomes. but all he could think about was how dean wasn’t here. he would know what to do;; he always did. why had he ran off in search for other psychics now? wy was he seeing jess?

   “   outside. now.   ”

   he couldn’t do this in a crowded pub. especially when there was some creep that was touchy-feely his dead girlfriend next to her. somehow knowing that jess would follow ( if she didn’t, he’d damn well search her down ), he turned, and headed straight out of the bar, a hand moving to the gun on his side.

   if this was some kind of trick, he was going to kill her. no question. because... how dare someone disrespect jessica’s memory like that? how dare they try and use her against him-- for god knows reason.

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Open- It has to die//Dean Winchester

“It has to die.! That’s all there is to it. More people will die if we don’t kill it.” Dean had a firm and annoyed look.  Dean didn’t care what the other thought. He was going to kill the creature whether or not they agreed.

[echoedsam]

          “DEAN. they didn’t do anything wrong.” having to raise his voice, having to point a gun at his brother? he was protecting these vampires who were feeding on cows and animals to survive;; they didn’t deserve to die. how could dean not get that??

          “we’ll find the one that’s killing people. but it won’t be right if we just kill them all.”

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“                 somehow i doubt that’s all i need to know.   ” he didn’t trust people who just came up to him, seeming to know him. it was another thing if he knew his dad - or even dean. but... just him? what was he, some kind of psychic too?

but he was hurt, and apparently the focus was on him trusting sam, rather than the other way around.

before he could stop himself, he was pulling the motel door open and welcoming him in. he couldn’t leave somebody in pain on his doorstep.

“                 just- sit down. you’re going to have to answer a few questions if you want me to trust you here. starting with the ones you didn’t answer before.   ”

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"                 i need help.   ”

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“                 who are you? how do you know me?   ”

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“                 you better start talking —- what did I just witness?  ” sam wasn’t about to put the gun down, not even for a second.

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“I, I just… I don’t know!” she’s telling the truth, eyes wide with fear, unable to focus on anything but the gun pointed at her chest. “One minute I was… and then…” she shakes her head, confusion evident on her features. “Please, you’ve got to believe me. I don’t know what’s going on.” 

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sam could see that fear in her eyes. and with a small hesitation on his grip, he lowered it only slightly and backed up a little, giving her some space. he wasn’t going to lower the gun entirely, but he was going to try and make her feel a little more at easy. because his gut reaction was to believe her.

“                 i’m not going to hurt you. just-- calm down.   ” with a small hesitation, he motioned to the seat with the gun. “   take a seat.   ” he said, as he shifted, looking around the room for any sign of someone else, or something else. whether it be a ghost, demon, or some random human. check first, questions second.

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“                 there’s a connection to the victims. they all went to the same support group out of town. kept their drug habits from their families, friends—- everyone. actually took a lot of digging to get the info; it’s like they had help burying it.  ”

“Well, maybe they did. We should look into the shrink, might be the lead we’re looking for. And if they went to the same support group, that’s the one thing they’d still have in common.” 

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“                 I have an address. pick something up to eat on the way?  ” if they wanted to get this thing quickly and get out of town, then there definitely wouldn’t be time for a sit down dinner, which they had both been looking forward to. too bad. climbing into the car, he held one finger up, and turned to look at deanna.

“                 seriously though, you need to stop getting arrested.   ” he gave a small chuckle and shifted in his seat, pulling on the seat belt. “   what gets me though - these are addicts who kept their addictions from their families. but they also kept their recovery from their families, too. it seems unlikely that everyone in that group kept those issues to themselves, especially when they’re trying to better themselves.   ”

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“                 funny.  ” he knew where her attitude got her. but at least she distracted them long enough for him to escape. “  they’ll probably be on our tail again soon. we need to finish this before that happens. got anything?  ”

“Other than my startling good looks? Nothing.” She knew they had to work fast and hopefully without any more run-ins with the law. “What about you? You learn anything while I was in lock up?” 

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“                 there’s a connection to the victims. they all went to the same support group out of town. kept their drug habits from their families, friends---- everyone. actually took a lot of digging to get the info; it’s like they had help burying it.  ”

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“                 you better start talking ---- what did I just witness?  ” sam wasn’t about to put the gun down, not even for a second.

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“                 is there a reason you’re following me?   ” he kept his gun trained on him, definitely not letting him out of his sight.

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“                   you need to stop getting arrested. do you know how long I was in that interrogation room for? Not cool, dee.  ”

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“Hey man, it wasn’t my fault this time. They wouldn’t get off my back.” 

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“                 funny.   ” he knew where her attitude got her. but at least she distracted them long enough for him to escape. “   they’ll probably be on our tail again soon. we need to finish this before that happens. got anything?   ”

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“                 is it everyday you talk to a stranger in a bar, or is it my lucky day?  ” he sighed. dean and him had had an argument. however bad it might be to engage with the female population again - after meg - he decided to give it a chance for once, and not push the stranger away.

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“                   you need to stop getting arrested. do you know how long I was in that interrogation room for? Not cool, dee.  ”

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Staring at how calmly the woman seemed to handle the situation, Sam hesitated for a small moment, and then turned, shifting to look around the house for anything iron. The man had come in and threatened him, but he wasn’t the only threat that was in this place. Maybe going solo on a ghost hunt wasn’t the best thing he could have done.

He pulled out two of the fire pokers that were by the fireplace and turned to look at The Doctor as she finally responded. “Y- yes, I’m human.” He frowned, giving her a small odd look. Wasn’t everyone who asked a question like that. He took a glance towards the man and gave a deep breath. He could tell by her attitude that she wasn’t about to leave just because he told her to. Keeping the fire pokers by his side, he approached her a little, meeting her gaze.

“Listen, we could be in danger here. I don’t have time to explain properly, but since it looks like you’re not going to leave, take this.” He held out one of the fire pokers to her, shifting slightly forward. “Pure iron is the best way to ward off ghosts.” He gave her a pointed look. “Be on the lookout for a doll with human hair too. Or —- leave. You could just leave. Might be safer for you.”

For a moment, for a fleeting moment, she thought she was about to be threatened with an iron poker. I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time. But it was a very valid suspicion! Thankfully, it was not intended to threaten her with, but to arm her? Against ghosts? No wonder her TARDIS was acting up; another unnatural occurrence was happening here. 

And… iron warded ghosts off? What was she meant to do, swipe at them? She didn’t like it.

From the authority and confidence in Sam’s voice, she could tell that this wasn’t his first time. Did he make a hobby of it? So many questions she was dying to ask. But it probably wasn’t the right time to ask away right now. 

Except one.

❝ Why’re we lookin’ for a doll? ❞

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"this ghost has killed people. burning the remains is the only way to stop it.” the answer came quick, as if he had said it a million times before. he still didn’t know who she was but she seemed more concerned with sam himself, rather than the events going on around them. which was odd, but it showed him that she might be able to handle this. especially since she hadn’t freaked out at the whole psychic thing.

"just-- be on the lookout. and if you see the ghost, hit it with that. it doesn’t kill it but it’ll slow it down. believe me, it’ll save your life.”

he turned, but there was a pause in his step. a thought that occurred to him; better judgement. he looked back to her. “I think it’s best for you to stay here and keep an eye on that guy. make sure he’s okay. i’m sam. what’s your name?”