Who: Sam Winchester and Heather Mason. What: Pancakes! And discussion on Mr. Pyramid Head. When: After this! Where: Some pancake house, obviously. Rating: TBD. Status: In progress.
Guilty. He was guilty. That was the only thing that Sam could think of when he slid into his booth and stared down at the menu in front of him. That thing. It was a lot like Bloody Mary. It knew that he was guilty of something and it told him just as much. Would his reflection in the mirror howl out to the world that it was his fault that his brother had died? Would his bloody face shed even more light on what he already knew? Sam sighed and ran his fingers through his dark hair. It was like the world didn't want for him to forget about what had happened. And while it was a terrible thing, being constantly reminded, Sam found that it was also right. He couldn't forget. It was his fault. So many things had happened because of him. Bad things. He was so tired of his life. This war. His war. When would he be able to finally rest?
I was resting he reminded himself, but Dean brought me back. The world would have been a better place without him, he knew that. Especially if what all the demons were saying about him was true.
But that was why he was fighting. He was fighting his destiny. He'd rather die than become that thing that he had seen so many people become in the past. He would hurl himself from the nearest building if he had to, since he already knew that Dean was incapable of pulling the trigger on him. They had tested that when he had been possessed. Dean wouldn't shoot him.
Sighing, Sam made an attempt on the menu. He didn't get to read through too much of it, though, because as soon as he got to the pancakes section he saw someone slip into the place opposite him. He tried for a smile.