Who:Pamela Barnes and Sam Winchester What: Hanging out, maybe more Where: Start in lobby When: Monday Warnings: TBD/Will update Status: Closed
Sam had been in the hotel as long as anyone, nearly a month now, he'd been one of the first to arrive. He'd seen a few people come and go, several of them from his own reality, most of them long dead and gone. He knew good and well that death was subjective, not always as final as most people were taught to believe. He'd gone through the revolving door on several occasions, and he'd entirely lost track of how many times Dean had died only to be brought back one way or another.
Still. Knowing Pamela Barnes was there and seeing her in the flesh were two entirely different things. She'd been a huge help to Sam and Dean, and had like so many others, sacrificed herself for their cause. The least he could do was greet her face to face, which he should have done long before now.
"Pamela," he said though he figured she knew he was there, even from across the lobby. He'd just come up from the basement, there was no telling where she'd been or where she was going.