#para:bondingtime

[its-sammy-winchester-blog-blog]

Bonding Time || Dean & Lil' Sam

Sam ducked his head when his mother walked down the steps he was sittign on, leading up to the house, ruffling his hair or trying to. He smiled up at her, she had been so busy, working late, running errands since early morning and now she had just fixed him something to heat up when he got hungry while he had pelted her with questions about his Dad. 

Now, he was waiting for said Dad to come to the house and fix the bike that had been damaged during their first meeting, and just as he was grabbing the notebook next to him, he heard a car pull up, playing familiar rock songs. 

[rose-donnelly]

Bonding Time || Rose&Gavin

Rose hummed to herself as she waited for Gavin to arrive. The arrangement didn't say much except to meet outside the dorms so they could pretty much bond over their 'immortality' and set up a friendship. She was all for that, it would be good for her to have a friend she didn't have to watch grow old. A friend who would understand.

She looked around the courtyard and tried to spot the boy. Stuffing her hands in her coat pockets she tried to ignore the butterflies. Ever since she found out there was an other immortal she wanted nothing more to meet them. It wasn't everyday that she had the chance to talk to somebody like herself.

Tucking a curl behind her ear she started humming again and tried to look for Gavin. She was going to bring some sort of sign but her rational side refused. That would have been far too silly and her hair made her recognisable to anybody.

[erratic-elliot]

Sibling Bonding Time // Elliot & Kay

Blah, blah, blah, blah. All that he ever heard right in that moment were the unnecessary warnings and reminders that his mom blasted at him. It didn't make him feel any better at it was all in that magnificent language that was Polish. It was ridiculous, Kay was there and he was pretty sure that there would be nothing wrong that would happen to him once he got there. The ride on the plane wasn't any better. His ears felt pain and the food was horrible and his neck ached. He longed for a comfortable bed and a straight eight or ten hours of sleep. But all he really got was a plane full of snoring egotistical business maniacs and little children who wouldn't shut their mouths - and Elliot was forced to bang his head on the window and force sleep to come as he knew it wasn't right to shove down a broken glass of wine down men's throats and duct tape children's mouths. 

When he finally got around to dragging his suitcase behind him to arrivals side of the airport (or was it the departures? God, Elliot, you're going to get lost), he was tired and icky and was ready to bury his face on a trash can and puke. Which he did eagerly. He left his suitcase in the middle of the crowd and plunged his head down the trash bin and vomited whatever was left in his stomach when he rode the plane. Kay was never going to let him forget this - if ever she saw.