allison (raheta) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-11-28 23:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | heather mason, sam winchester |
WHO: Heather & Sam.
WHAT: He wants to see her, and she doesn't deny him.
WHEN: Tonight, after the Sam/Ruby/Castiel thread.
WHERE: The Winchester house.
RATING: PG-13.
STATUS: Complete.
Heather hadn't moved from the computer all day. That meant she hadn't eaten, slept, or even taken any painkillers for her arm like she normally did, just to take the edge off of that constant ache. That was all low priority to her now. She wasn't concerned about herself in the least, not when the person she loved was out there alone, taking on a situation by himself that she wasn't so sure he could handle on his own. She believed in him, she knew he was strong and capable, but it didn't stop her from being scared to death for his safety.
She spent a lot of time on the computer to begin with, browsing the posts and just keeping herself busy when there was nothing else to do. But now, there was a sense of iron determination with every click of the mouse or push of a key. It was the same with her phone. It never left her, always being spared a glance just in case it was flashing to indicate a new message or missed call. Not that she would miss one, anyway. She was too focused on it for that.
It was a good thing the other occupants of the house were so preoccupied doing their own thing to really mingle with one another too much, unless they were discussing something without her she didn't know about. But as far as she knew, it was quiet and still with silent worry, and right now, it was the best thing she could've asked for.
She certainly hadn't expected Sam to want to see her. Not when he was so adamant on doing whatever it was he planned on doing to stop Azazel. But as soon as he told her that much, there was no way she would pass it up. Maybe seeing him in person and talking to him that way, showing him how much this was killing her and everyone else, would help her to convince him to come back and stay. She didn't blame him for wanting to go out and get it done fast, but it couldn't be done that way, right?
Sitting on the bed she and Sam usually shared, Heather stared down at the cell phone in her hands, passing it back and forth from one palm to the other. Her gaze was blank, eyes far off. She was waiting. It had been a few hours since she'd last spoken to Sam via texts, so she figured it would be soon. He would be calling her soon.