Too Precious for This World

Sam Winchester. Hunter, brother, ex-blood-junkie. Just trying to make it through the end of the world. [saltn-burn rp blog]

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Winging It - Sam and Cas

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He turns around, spinning on his heel, because he wasn’t expecting that to actually work, but here Cas is. “Hey…wow, you look…exhausted.” He bites the inside of his cheek, because aren’t all of them running on fumes? He feels like he’s just stating the obvious. “I didn’t really even think you’d come.” He tries his best not to let the words sound bitter, but they do a little anyway. 

He’s not angry with Cas. After all, it's not as if he could have done anything to prevent all this from happening. 

[angelinatrenchcoat]

Castiel takes a moment to look at Sam, really look at him. The hunter is strung out, worn and weary. Cas can see his soul, he can see the scars from Hell, feel the pain and suffering it has gone through. But even among the charred mess he catches a glimpse of something brighter. A flicker, nothing more, but it’s there. And Cas feels a responding lurch of hope in his gut. Sam is strong, his soul pure, maybe he can get through this after all…

"I’m at war." He replies simply, the excuse already familiar to his tonue. How many times has he said that to Dean? How may times has that phrase fallen from his lips whenever he his faced with questions he cannot answer? Pushing aside such thoughts the angel forces himself to focus on the present. "… What can I do for you, Sam?" 

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Sam feels a pang of guilt for pulling Cas away from something important, but he needs to talk to someone about this, and he has questions. "Sorry, Cas...I just...I have questions. About...about the Cage...This wall that Death put up in my head, it's holding all this stuff back, stuff I know I shouldn't remember. But I still remember everything after I got back, all the stuff I did...And there are flashes...flashes of Hell, I think...and I just gotta ask, Cas, and be honest...Is my soul...is it...is it fucked up for good? Cause I don't feel like I'll ever be the same."

[sammytallmoose]

Winging It - Sam and Cas

[angelinatrenchcoat]

Castiel is exhausted, something he has rarely experienced. He has been running and fighting and hiding non-stop for what feels like years. Raphael’s forces seem to grow stronger with every passing day and Castiel can’t do anything to stop it. Not yet, anyway. He just has to last another few months, has to outsmart and outrun his brother until the eclipse… until he can open Purgatory and finally end the bloodshed. 

He’s in Heaven, trying his best to keep his forces alive and organised when he hears it. It’s his name, whispered soft and uncertain in prayer. His first thought is of Dean, but then the prayer continues and he recognises Sam’s voice. 

Sam 

He had pulled him from the Cage, filled with a prideful righteousness and unaware of his mistake. Guilt runs through Cas at that thought, but it is soon banished by the sounds of more of his brethren dying. The angel is about to ignore Sam’s prayer, about to turn back to the war he is in the middle of. But then he thinks of Dean, and what he had said. 'Cas, look, if Sam calls, you answer…' 

So, with only a short explanation, he snaps out his wings and flies to Sam’s side, appearing in a rustle of feathers. 

"Sam…"

[sammytallmoose]

He turns around, spinning on his heel, because he wasn't expecting that to actually work, but here Cas is. "Hey...wow, you look...exhausted." He bites the inside of his cheek, because aren't all of them running on fumes? He feels like he's just stating the obvious. "I didn't really even think you'd come." He tries his best not to let the words sound bitter, but they do a little anyway. 

He's not angry with Cas. After all, it's not his fault he was soulless or that he had to have this wall put up in his head. Cas saved him from the Cage. He has no idea where he would without him. Well, he does know, but he doesn't like to think about it much. 

[sammytallmoose]

Winging It - Sam and Cas

Sam wasn't exactly feeling 100%, but when was he ever? It was late, but he just couldn't quite sleep. His mind was too full. So he took a walk, heading down the street with his eyes on the sidewalk.

He was all too conscious of the wall in his head. He could feel it there, just on the outskirts of his consciousness, heavy and looming. It set him off balance, like one side of his body was heavier than the other, and it was so out of place that he wanted to scratch at it. His mind wanted it gone, but he knew better than to do that. He remembered the warning Death had give him, and he was damn sure going to heed it.

But he needed to talk to someone, and Dean was asleep and wouldn't quite understand anyway. Besides, he didn't want to talk to his brother about Hell - between the two of them there were so many horrible memories that if they started sharing them, they both might just break. 

"Cas?" he said uncertainly, because he wasn't sure if the angel would even hear him. He didn't come running like he did when Dean called. "Hey, um...listen, this is gonna sound weird, but...look, it's getting really hard not to scratch at this wall in my head and...I don't know, man, but could you come down here a sec? Just to...to talk or something?"

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Drowning My Sorrows || Sam & Aaron

Sam had never been one to drink his feelings away. That was always Dean’s thing. But the nightmares had been getting worse and sleep had become elusive at best and torture at worst, and there was a bar two blocks from the motel where they were staying so he went, and he drank, and he tried to forget about how the world was turning to shit around them.

Averted the apocalypse, his ass. It was still up and kicking last time he’d taken a look around.

At the very least, drinking made it easier to keep from scratching at the wall. On a good day he couldn’t feel it there at all, but today it was an ever-present heaviness in the back of his mind. Far worse things than a hangover would be waiting for him if he messed with it, so if drinking helped keep him from doing that, even if it was the very definition of a bandaid solution, he’d take it.

[aaron-duane]

Aaron had been visiting bars a lot more frequently since he’d become a hunter. Back when he was a student, it was coffee or tea, but now that he lived in America neither of those drinks were ever any good. Tired from a long day of work, he was here to drown his sorrows once again.

He caught sight of a man sitting up at the bar and went over to him, hoping for some decent conversation for a change. These days, lying seemed to be one of the only ways he could talk to someone - someone who wasn’t a hunter, that is.

[sammytallmoose]

He heard the creak of the ancient scuffed bar stool next to him as someone sat down. Looking up, he saw a man, young, with curly dark hair. He just barely nodded at him in acknowledgment before turning back to his drink. He wasn't much for conversation when he was hanging around bars like this, keeping his shoulders hunched and his eyes on his glass, but he wasn't going to be rude to the guy. 

[sammytallmoose]

Open - Drowning My Sorrows

Sam had never been one to drink his feelings away. That was always Dean's thing. But the nightmares had been getting worse and sleep had become elusive at best and torture at worst, and there was a bar two blocks from the motel where they were staying so he went, and he drank, and he tried to forget about how the world was turning to shit around them.

Averted the apocalypse, his ass. It was still up and kicking last time he'd taken a look around.

At the very least, drinking made it easier to keep from scratching at the wall. On a good day he couldn't feel it there at all, but today it was an ever-present heaviness in the back of his mind. Far worse things than a hangover would be waiting for him if he messed with it, so if drinking helped keep him from doing that, even if it was the very definition of a bandaid solution, he'd take it.

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I think I could really rock a white suit. What do you guys think?

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[Hello, all! Your friendly neighborhood Sam Winchester here. Excited to be a part of a new tumblr RP group. Looking forward to a fun ride. \o/]