winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-10 01:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | heather mason, sam winchester |
WHO: Sam & Heather.
WHAT: Post the Sam/Alessa thread.
WHEN: Late. Probably around two or three in the morning.
WHERE: The Winchester's place.
RATING: TBD.
Sam slumped against the front door.
Everything was spinning. He was having a hard time focusing; his face was still screaming with pain. His face. By now, it didn't look much like Sam Winchester's face anymore. It was bloody and charred, as was a great portion of his neck. The rest of his body hurt, too, as there were gashes spread out all around him. Blood everywhere. Even on the door, as he slid downward against the surface.
With a hell of a lot of effort, Sam tugged it open and fell into the house. It was dark inside; everyone was probably well asleep by now. A huge part of him didn't want to wake anyone up. He'd given everyone so much hell lately, with everything that had happened with Azazel. He didn't want to worry them. They didn't need to worry over him. Everything had been going so well...
He tried to move forward, but his body wasn't cooperating. Sam fell, right into the table in front of him, knocking over a cluster of items as he landed flat on his back. A lot of noise was quick to go along with his accident and, as Sam screwed his eyes shut and drew in a hoarse breath, he knew that someone had to have heard his unpleasant entrance.