Who: Sam Winchester and Jo Harvelle What: Catch up When: Backdated to night of the 4th December Where: Sam is sort of patrolling the streets keeping an eye out for trouble (old habits die hard), maybe moving onto a bar or something. Warnings: Not sure, maybe some talk of death.
Sam was walking down the main street of Madison. He'd been here several weeks now and though he was pretty familiar with the layout of the town and it's surroundings he still didn't feel comfortable here. Not that he expected to as he never really felt comfortable anywhere, but he thought it was more to do with the fact that he and Dean really hadn't seen each other much since he'd arrived. Sure he talked a good game about going it alone and being self sufficient but the truth was he liked having his brother around all the time, he didn't really feel right if he didn't speak to him or at least check in with him every couple of days. But after speaking with Jo when he got here he knew Dean had struggled with finding out she was here too, he had resolved to give his brother some space until he worked things out, knowing he would find him if he needed him. He hadn't counted on needing Dean though. He knew that the demon trials had taken a massive toll on him and he knew he wasn't back up to scratch yet. Some days he felt like he was running on empty, others he felt better than he had in years. It was confusing and frustrating and a lot to deal with on his own and since Dean was the only one who really knew what he'd been through he instinctively wanted him around.
For now he had sort of reverted to a nocturnal existence. It was difficult to break the habit of looking for trouble everywhere he went so he had taken to walking the back streets at night, watching out for anything out of the ordinary. Of course in Madison that wasn't so easy as the line between ordinary and extraordinary was pretty skewed. Most of the time he never encountered anyone, and when he did it was normally someone out walking their dog or stumbling home from one of the local bars. He turned down a side street and pulled the collar of his coat up as a cold wind whistled past him. He walked this way a lot and wasn't really paying much attention to where he was going, instead his mind wandered as it often did when he was alone and had too much time to think over everything. Suddenly a sound behind him brought him back to reality, or whatever reality this was, and he spun around to face whoever or whatever was following him.