Who: Sam & Heather. What: After all that's happened, you'd be crazy to think that they wouldn't want to be around each other. When: Afternoon; post the Lilith thread. Where: The Winchester's place. Rating: TBD.
Being here, trapped inside of this place, has been nothing short of a roller coaster ride for Sam Winchester. There were plenty of good things that happened to him since his own arrival here in Los Angeles. His family, his friends, his life. It all came rushing back to him when he thought that he had nothing left. It was something that he'd never be able to forget, nor would it be something that he planned on taking for granted ever again. However, for as much good as there was, there was also the bad. For the most part, the scale weighing the good and the bad together remained on equal surfaces. Lately though, it seemed like everything was tipping. The bad was heavier. So much heavier than before. Living every day here was like a test of will and strength. Survival. Blink twice and you lose everything. Keep your eyes open and maybe, just maybe, there'll still be something left for you to cling to at the end of the day.
Like now. After everything that had happened with Lilith, Sam was happy to say that both Heather and Jo had been dragged clear of her hold. Alive. Maybe not well, but they were alive. The rest could be worked on with time.
Lilith, on the other hand, was gone. And it was only a matter of time before she decided to strike again. Sam knew, even now, that he would prefer it if her next blow was swung directly at him. Not the people that he cared for.
He'd been out, scouring the city for any sign of the demonic bitch that he'd faced off the previous evening. Beyond the casual whispers among the lowlifes that Sam usually preferred to have Ruby mingle with for info, Sam found himself walking home empty-handed. It was frustrating, knowing that there was someone out there dangerous enough to make herself well known one day and vanish the next. How long would it be before he saw her again? I'll be ready for her next time, Sam promised himself, I'll kill her. He would do whatever it took. Ruby had to know that much by now. She'd work with him. He would get better.
Avoiding diving into any uncomfortable conversations with the other members of the household, Sam retreated to his and Heather's room, knowing that there, at least, he'd be able to feel somewhat comfortable. If not but for only so long. Pushing his way into their room, Sam quietly shut the door behind him and turned to look off at Heather.