saving people, hunting things

I'm Sam Winchester, and I'm here to help.

[sam--w]

Hm.

[madisxnmontgomeryarchive]

You have a silly expression on your face, Sam. You crack me up sometimes! Okay— I admit you crack me up all the time!

[sam--w]

Oh, yeah? I'm happy I can. I hope you're being serious, Madison.

[sam--w]

Hm.

[twiceasgifted-blog1-blog]

…Oh this is awkward. Yeah I was hoping to find a female healer or something here but.. I need tampons.

[sam--w]

Body has to do what the body has to do. Here.

[sam--w]

Hm.

[ofcleavage-archive-deactivated2]

Guess we’ve been taking our OJs, Sam.

[sam--w]

Apparently so, Erica. It's good people aren't getting sick enough to visit the health office, though.

[sam--w]

Hm.

No one's been coming in lately. Did everyone just stop getting sick?

[sam--w]

Morning.

Found a can of chicken noodle soup among dust in my cupboard. It might be time to go grocery shopping.

[sam--w]

This place has good cable channels.

[fromashe]

Cora paused considering the meeting. Pride prevented her from accepting help but the teen knew that this wasn’t a situation in which she really had the option to not agree. “I think that’d be good, Mr. Winchester,” she reluctantly forced out the words. “Thanks for taking the time for this.” She rubbed her temples to ease the headache that would come on.”Should I do anything in the mean time?”

[sam--w]

Sam smiled warmly and scratched the back of his neck. He shrugged. "Just... try not to heal anyone with any serious injuries like a broken bone or something. Work on little stuff." He didn't want to scare the girl, but it was almost neccessary she focused on smaller wounds rather than bigger, considering her state. "If you need anything, or if something happens, just call or stop by my room. Sound good?"

[sam--w]

So.

[madisxnmontgomeryarchive]

Since the beginning of time it feels. I lost count a while back, so fuck— I don’t even remember when I got here. Time flies when you don’t give a fuck, right?

[sam--w]

Apparently it does. I wouldn't know. 

[sam--w]

Afternoon, Brookhaven.

[twiceasgifted-blog1-blog]

I’ll definitely do that and bring over some toys and dog biscuits. I carry them with me everytime I come for the new semester just in case I see any dogs I like. I hope this is the only time I visit the ward, ha!

[sam--w]

Wow, you must really like dogs as much as you say you do. I'm sure she'll love you, then. I haven't had time to get her any toys or anything, just food and a bed. She's still sort of teething... so I'm imagining her bed won't be much of anything by the next month. Not to sugarcoat it, but it probably won't be. People here come down with things all the time. Luckily we have the best health care, not to mention healers like myself.

[sam--w]

So.

[madisxnmontgomeryarchive]

Better than me trying to kick you in the groin. Which would you prefer, cupcake?

[sam--w]

The former.

So, Madison. How long have you been going to school here?

[sam--w]

So.

[madisxnmontgomeryarchive]

You are way too nice to me which makes me feel… less bitchy and whiny. 

[sam--w]

I'll take that as a compliment.

[sam--w]

Afternoon, Brookhaven.

[twiceasgifted-blog1-blog]

Oh what a sweetheart! Can I meet her one day? I really, really like dogs okay? They’re like.. amazing.

[sam--w]

Yes! Definitely. She's really friendly. She'd love to meet you, I bet. You should come by my dorm sometime. It's in the hospital ward.

[sam--w]

This place has good cable channels.

[fromashe]

Tapping her finger in a rhythm, the teen awaited his answer. Alternating from the light titter tat on her arm and rubbing her hands together, his final response allowed the air to lapse through her teeth. Good. She certainly appreciated it. Though Cora questioned whether or not he might go behind her back… adults had a tendency to lie. “Okay. That’s good. I mean dealing with the pain can’t be bad.” 

[sam--w]

Sam nodded. He has never met anyone with Cora's... condition? Was that the right word? He wasn't sure if this could be a diagnosis or not, or whether she was the first one to have the genetic makeup. He didn't know where to find out, either. Psychic healers weren't exactly something a person would put in a job description on Facebook, even if they were legit. "I doubt it. It should be pretty simple. What do you say we meet once or twice a week for thorough meetings? I gotta do some research before I try to help you." Sam sighed and placed his hand on her shoulder cautiously. He didn't want to keep her waiting, but it was necessary. 

[strongdeanwinchester-deactivate]

I'm just gonna sit here and eat.

[strongdeanwinchester-deactivate]

I would give up strippers and burgers for these kids.

I understand that, I actually feel the same way.

[sam--w]

Wow, who are you and what have you done with my brother? You love that car, though. God help anyone who stands in the way of that.

I'm really happy you decided to come here, Dean. We fit in here, you know? We haven't anywhere else other than, maybe, a few bars here and there. Having my brother around is keeping me steady, too.

[sam--w]

So.

[madisxnmontgomeryarchive]

Okay. Friends it is! I expect you to listen to my whiny voice when I need it, mister. 

[sam--w]

No problem. Always here to help.

[sam--w]

Afternoon, Brookhaven.

[fortisregina]

  Oh Sam! I’m doing good. Just swamped with papers and whatnot; what about you?

[sam--w]

What subjects? Oh, nothing. I don't do much besides get rid of colds and sign forms.

[sam--w]

So.

[madisxnmontgomeryarchive]

I— yeah I could use a friend, I guess. 

[sam--w]

Alright, then. We're friends. No takebacks.

[sam--w]

So.

[madisxnmontgomeryarchive]

What are you? A therapist? Do I need help or something?

[sam--w]

Hey, I'm just a healer. I've seen a lot of shit in my life. You look like you could use a friend. It's nothing personal.