Sam Winchester

         Too late, my time has come, Sends shivers down my spine,      Body's aching all the time.                     Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go,      Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth...

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It's Getting Worse || Sam / Faith

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                 “Hey, pay it forward.” Faith mumbled, finally finding what she was looking for in the front-right pocket of her worn out, too tight Levi’s, “Sam, right? Well, Sam…”

                        She folded the few bucks she found on her person and put it in Sam’s hand, firmly, so there was no mistaking that he was gonna take it and shut up about it. There was no way in hell she was getting in a reverse tug of war with no Grape Ape, “I’m gonna jam, got this thing…. you gonna be okay here?”

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"Pay it forward," Sam shook his head. That was way easier said than it was done, "Uh, yeah. Sure, I'll try..."

So here he was. Stranded. Not just stranded, even, but the unfamiliar territory in which he found himself was creepy church. It probably had nuns... which, yeah, not exactly ideal conditions to recuperate in. Not that he was afraid of nuns...

A sigh, "Thanks."Sam wasn't exactly a pushover, but he was in just enough trouble to not even bother arguing with the offer of a little money. If he were lucky and, yeah, he really wasn't lucky... the money would be enough to get him home after Faith was gone, "I can't really pay you back. I mean, not yet, at least."

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It's Getting Worse || Sam / Faith

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               “Economy? This isn’t speed dating, man, you don’t gotta say anything you don’t want. Was just a question.” So, yeah. This one was gonna be annoying. They crossed a narrow street and Faith started looking for the familiar old movie theater where a local church had set up a shelter and bible study.

                             They made it to the ticket booth and Faith tried to get Sam to use the counter for support instead of her while she fished for something in her pockets, “These guys, they’re them bible belt whackadoo’s but, you know. They’re okay. Take care of who they can. Should be okay here.”

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A look up at the marquee, "Bible study..." He was trying, really, to not show that he was having some panic, here. Now he wasn't only sick, but Sam didn't really know where they were and walking back to the bunker wouldn't be easy.

"Yeah, well.. thanks." But she was trying to help and he couldn't really expect more than that, "I mean, really."

[derekhalegy]

You were tossing salt onto a grave - in a graveyard. To call it a unique encounter would belittle the meeting entirely. 

[imxalwaysxangry]

Uh, yeah, that... [sigh] I don't have a good explanation for that...

[imxalwaysxangry]

Starve a cold, feed a fever?

[therighteoushunter]

He couldn’t even draw a line enough to say that Sam was wrong. They did both lie to one another. They had for as long as he could remember. Lying to keep the other from getting upset only to make it worse further down the line. And there was no back tracking from that.

"Every single time we lied. Every time we kept something from one another — it was because we were afraid of hurting each other. But there are always truths too. We’re brothers and nothing can change that, but maybe there are ways to make this work. I can tell you that giving up all together sure as hell won’t fix anything."

[imxalwaysxangry]

A breath was pushed out through his nose and Sam's fingers rubbed at tired eyelids, "I'm not..." A sigh, "Dean, I get it. Okay? I do. You did what you thought you had to do. But... I can't trust you,  not anymore. And we're not okay. But..."

Shaking his head, "You're right. Giving up won't fix anything, and, sure... we can fix this but right now I'm pissed, Dean. And... You have to let me be pissed. What's going on with us... it won't just disappear because you don't like it."

[kwontent]

Sounding out my virtues And my vices and other thoughts (x)

[derekhalegy]

We’ve met, once; if you can call that meeting.

[imxalwaysxangry]

[Starting to think he was catching everyone on a really bad day.] Yeah, uh. Probably just a little out of it at the time.

[derekhalegy]

It appears that I didn’t miss anything exciting while I was gone…not.

[imxalwaysxangry]

Uh, sorry. I'm not really the person to ask.

Hey, sorry but... don't I know you?

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It's Getting Worse || Sam / Faith

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                “We’re good.” Getting a thank you was a slightly unusual twist to Faith’s day, one she wasn’t all that great at handling gracefully. She focused on helping him walk steady, “You're kinda crazed. No offense, or anything. Figure you could use a real bed and the party people in the Square could do with, you know. Less in the way of unpredictable nutcases.”

                                 “So,” Did the guy think he was light, or something? If Faith hadn’t been a Slayer, this whole carrying some of Lurch’s body weight thing would have been slightly uncomfortable, ”What’s your story, anyway? Don’t seem like the tweaked-out type to me. When’s the last time you ate something?”

[imxalwaysxangry]

Her sharp tongue, her wit... her hard tack snark. Faith really reminded Sam of Dean and he gave a quiet laugh, "I'm not. Really. I'm just... well, I don't do well in crowds."

He tried to put thoughts of hunting out of his mind, including the increasing amount of fights with his brother, "My story? Uh, well..." Uh oh, "I'm just in kind of a... rough patch." Sam tried to smile and shrug, "Economy?"

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How much hunting have you been doing?

"Not a lot, honestly. It's getting hard just to get out of bed and get dressed. Once I'm out in the field I'm... a mess. I can't do this alone. I'm, uh... I'm actually wondering if I can do it at all."

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It's Getting Worse || Sam / Faith

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                             “Sam. Yeah, I’ll just file that away.” Faith was having a hard time caring. All she wanted was to head home and and crawl into bed, it being the middle of the damn day, and all.

           She sighed, trying to help him steady but the dude was huge, an easy twice her body mass and not really helping in the walking department, “Got a little cash on me. You got a home, right? Not gonna waste my money on a cab ride right back here?”

                      “Faith. Look, I’m not gonna pour you in a cab if you’re on the street, man. There’s a shelter about two miles from here… come on, they got beds, and… probably food. Look like you could stand to put some meet on them bones.”

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His head was clearer the farther they were from the noise, then and only then the Hunter became completely aware that he was using the stranger for a crutch. She'd said her name but he missed it and the pain in his skull meant he was long passed caring. But it was better, not being alone. But lonliness wasn't the driving force behind his lie. He couldn't tell her where he lived or even let a taxi drop him off at home, so a night at a shelter would have to do. She asked him about his home again and Sam just shook his head to answer, "Thanks. I mean... for going out of your way like this."

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It's Getting Worse || Sam / Faith

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        Worst punch in history, and Faith caught it in the air pretty easily. The guy was shaky, probably tweaking. She tried to help him up, “Nice. Slow down, there, Andre…”

                     —— Faith never was one for personal space. She started checking Sam’s pockets for I.D. of some kind. Sure, the dude might belt her one again but Muhammad Ali? Not exactly. He could barely stand and she wasn’t all that worried, “Name, boy… you got one, don’t you?”

            “Yeah, thanks for all your help.” That’s when she found his wallet and started rifling through it. Either this guy was on the run or he was the crappiest James Bond, ever, “Come on… Agent Schon. Get you in a cab before you out yourself.”

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Sam could hear the woman talking to him but it was hit and miss as to what she was saying. Being able to focus on a single person seemed to push out the crowd but everything he could actually hear still sounded distant and hushed by liquid white noise. Like being submerged in water.

He tried, really tried, to make sense out of it, "Hey, sorry... I'm..." Was he fine? Or... even able to tell? He didn't know, so he ended his sentence with, "Sam."

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It's Getting Worse || Sam / Faith

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                    New Orleans felt a hell of a lot smaller than it actually was. Cramped, flooded with horrible people. And Slayer HQ was anything but an oasis, not that it necessarily should have been but it was weird for Faith to feel distance from her mentor. Made worse with Buffy, his golden girl, skulking round town like the clown from It.

     She should have been used to it. Faith had spent most of her Scooby Gang time just outside of the campfire’s light but being back to square one just made her feel weak. She hated feeling weak…

                                So she did what any other self-respecting rogue Slayer would do when faced with a future that was more a friendless void than anything else… she started making herself useful whenever she felt the urge to drink her problems away.

               ———- Useful, at times, meant playing riot control on the fringes of major events. Watching for demons, vampires and thugs to take her aggression out on. If Slayer HQ was gonna let her twist in the wind, she’d damn well do something with her life. Because screw them, that’s why, Faith was an adult and she didn’t need a leash to keep her in line.

                  Tonight wasn’t any different. The event in Champ Square was loud, noisy with distracted, screaming crowds nearly moshing with excitement which was vampire bait no matter how you sliced it and it pissed her off to no end to see other Slayers conveniently absent from the scene. She was skirting around the crowds, looking for anything suspicious when she nearly stumbled over someone on the stairs who could have been at death’s door, though no one else seemed to be paying him any mind.

                                —- How did the miss that guy? He had to be eight feet tall. Faith crouched in front of him, checking his pupil dilation like she had any idea how to do that to begin with, “You okay, kid?” Her voice was near drown by the crowd and she tried to raise it without screaming, “You need me to call somebody?”

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Okay, maybe the walk he took was a bad idea... the crowd, the music... it was all too much for Sam. He had never been prone to panic attacks, or at least not before the trials. Now, though... everything sent him spiraling.

He was really confused, and disoriented. So when his very small amount of concentration was broken and hands were on him, Sam... well Sam freaked.

If he hit her, really hit her, it didn't register with him. What Sam did know was that he was standing again with his hands over his eyes. The crowd was deafening... Sigh, confusion, "What?"

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Salt & Burn

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"You wanna count? Sure. Helping you get info about your soul from Crowley, saving Dean from a few demons, playing nurse with Cas for-freaking-ever after he went crazy, killing a few old friends of mine to not sell you out to Crowley and permanently save my own ass, not to mention the whole Leviathan thing and being Crowley’s chewtoy for a year before dying so you could go save Dean. You wanna linger on the past, Sam, then fine. Go for it. I’ll tell you what I told Cas. I’m kinda good now, which sucks, but it’s true. I’m not the same demon I was with Lucifer around.”

"I don’t care if you’re done, Sam, I’m not." 

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"You know what? Sure. Count away. Try to count down your big feats of heroism that weren't completely selfish, Meg. If you're turning your life around, I mean... I guess I'm happy for you, I am."

"As long as you stay out of my life."

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Salt & Burn

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"I’m starting to understand why you don’t have much luck with the ladies. Glad to know that you’re so appreciative of everything I’ve done for you and Dean, though. It’s really heartwarming.”

"Lucifer’s gone. But you know what I want, Sam? Crowley’s head."

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"Oh, yeah. I'm... I'm appreciative. Of all the times you tried to kill me and Dean, and how the world almost ended because of you. Hey, remember that time you possessed me and forced me to torture my best friend? Or the time you shot my brother? Do you really wanna tally up, Meg?" Lucifer's gone, which... yeah. That was a lie, but it didn't matter, "Let's say you're only after Crowley... because, who could blame you..."

"I don't care. I'm actually through caring. I'm done."

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Salt & Burn

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"Push me at Crowley?" Meg cackled, unable to hold it back, wanting to howl with laughter and allowing it instead to sound a bit crazed. "Sorry, did you want the roach to kill you too, Sam?" It seemed like only a fair point to bring up. Her eyebrow rose up with the comment – and she was angry. A small part of her wanted to be offended, but she didn’t allow herself to humanize to that degree, because she never expected him too. "Yeah. Just like you couldn’t risk it after the Leviathans, right?"

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"Meg, you're evil. I mean... actually, text book evil. To whatever degree you really need to stop expecting to be treated like some kind of family when you're really only in the fight for yourself."

"You served Lucifer, you probably still do. You're not a hero, Meg, you're the problem.... the people you've killed for the hell of it... You're lucky that Dean even... allows you to live after Jo and Ellen. I'm sorry, I don't know what you have to tell yourself at night and I don't care. I can't give you what you want, here. I don't even know what that is."

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Salt & Burn

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"Fun." The demon snapped out without any hesitation, letting her hand fall back to the side and tossing her head back to get her hair out of her face as her gaze finally focused on the taller Winchester. "I’d apologize, but that would require actually being sorry. I will say that spending sometime in Purgatory for you did wind me up a bit."

[imxalwaysxangry]

Sam thought he had a headache when he woke up this morning but he'd gladly trade that for for this. He finally managed a stand, shaky, but completely on his feet, "Really? Because, the way I remember it..." Okay, woozy...

"You had a new lease on life. Unicorn, remember? We didn't push you at Crowley..." A sigh. He really didn't have an argument in him just then, "You're right. We should've gone back for you but... one soldier. We couldn't risk it."

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Sam Winchester Activity for February 2014

Continued interaction with Meg.

Continued interaction with Tom.

Crazily crushing on Jenna.

Found by/reunited with Cas.

Reunited with Dean.