samantha winchester (abominari) wrote in surprise_logs, @ 2013-10-06 21:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | norman jayden (ari_addict), sam winchester (abominari) |
Who: Sam & Norman
What: accidental run-in
When: Sunday night
Where: observation deck.
Warnings: TBD
This had to be far and away one of the weirdest experiences of Sam's life. For all the weird things that had happened to her, she'd never ended up in space. It probably was about time that happened to her, really, at the rate things were going. She'd been to heaven and hell, so why not space? Just, she'd really expected that if something like this were to happen, Deanna would be here with her. Though actually, she'd expected all of her experiences, ever, to be completely over. She'd jumped into the pit that had caged Lucifer and expected to be locked down there forever. Supposedly, she'd actually been down there for some time before being pulled out. It was killing her a little bit that she couldn't remember any of it. But not as much as it was killing her to think that her big sister was somewhere back in their reality, doing God knew what, without even realizing that their world was going to end. It was going to collapse around her at any time, and Sam didn't know if her sister was going to make it out.
Worse still, there was nothing she could do to stop the realities from collapsing. Fighting the natural order of one person's life at a time was hard enough; trying to defy the natural order of the entire galaxy? She wasn't sure that even Death had that power. Although it was probably just as well that she was stuck on a spaceship without any of the resources she'd need to summon Death to find that out, because she felt desperate enough to try. Deanna's life on the line tended to put her into that mode.
But she hadn't quite dared to give voice to that thought yet. There was still hope that Suri's programming would be able to save her sister without resorting to methods like that. Her mother was being relatively calm, so Sam was trying to be, too. Except that she really wasn't. Actually, her mother's calm was only making it harder for her to stay calm, because she knew there were things that her mother was thinking but not saying. There was always a plan forming inside her mother's mind, and she never bothered to share it. She would just bark orders at Sam whenever push came to shove. And before then, she was just going to go around pissing off all the people who might help them, Sam included.
They seriously needed Deanna. It was a miracle she and Joan weren't already at each other's throats. A miracle, and probably a lot of alcohol.
The latter reason was why Sam snuck quietly out of her room and out of the common area in the suite she shared with her mother, padding down to the observation deck. The ship seemed quiet, which was probably more to do with how few people were on board than with the fact that they were mostly asleep at this hour... whatever the hour was. Time had kind of ceased to matter, along with space ceasing to exist. Sam had barely slept since she'd arrived, which was really nothing new. The only time she'd slept was when she'd been drunk.
And she'd found the bar on the observation deck during her initial sweep of the ship, so that was where she headed now. She reached behind the bar, grabbed a bottle, and then turned around, only to realize suddenly that she wasn't alone. Recognizing the man's profile, she said, "Norman?"