Sam Winchester (sogetthis) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-03-10 13:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, gabriel, sam winchester |
Who: The Sabriel
Where: Laundry Room
When: March 10 afternoonish
What: Gabriel's doing some laundry (dun dun dun?)
Status: closed, ongoing
Warnings: none, probably
It was Wednesday, and Wednesday was his normal laundry day. Sam was perched on the counter between the washing machine and the dryer with a closed book between his fingers, watching the entrance curiously, listening to the banging noise he had been hearing every so often. He knew it wasn't his clothes - the washing machine was so quiet that he often had to check to see whether his clothes were washing or not - so it was probably some foolishness the ghosts around the place were getting up to. With Dean having him, not watching DJ run up and down the length of the washing room until he tired himself out was a little bit unnerving yet oddly settling at the same time. He could read quietly without having to reread the same sentence twenty times before he understood it or speak without having to lift his voice, he could hear what others were saying. He could make out with his boyfriend without DJ giggling at them and breaking the mood. Oooh, there could be a mood. Laundry was the least unromantic thing, however. Said boyfriend (were they really?) might be down here later, and coming with some clothes. Maybe. Sam wouldn't have minded just tossing in anything Gabriel might have with his own, but it occurred to him that he might need the service when Sam was already halfway across the lobby with his laundry bag, and call it lazy, but he didn't want to lug his bag back up the stairs unless it was to throw it in his room for good. It hadn't been bad having Gabe around a lot more, knowing that he wasn't just going to poof off into the sunset at any given moment, literally because he couldn't, and introducing him to some of the things that Sam enjoyed as a human, but he also hoped that sooner rather than later, Gabriel would get his wings and grace back. Sam could feel the sadness coming off of him in waves, and he knew without Gabriel even saying a word, that he was mourning what he was a few days ago. He couldn't blame Gabriel, he had almost just gotten everything back. There wasn't anything he could do, except to be there and listen and help if he needed it, but he still wished he could do more. The washing machine signaled that it was done washing his load - the whites, Dean should be proud that he separated - and he hopped down from the counter to throw them into the provided basket so that he could dry them. |