allison (raheta) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-01-11 01:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | heather mason, sam winchester |
WHO: Heather & Sam.
WHAT: Angsty discussions, but they don't know it yet.
WHEN: Shortly after her graffiti.
WHERE: Their room.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: Incomplete.
Heather wasn't lying when she said she had a headache. In all actuality, her head was pretty much pounding. What she hadn't been entirely honest about, however, was what had caused the pain to begin with. She'd told others that it was just the kind of headache people got on occasion, but it was all because of the disturbance Uriel had caused within her. Approaching her on the boards, first and foremost, all for the purpose of badgering her about Ruby's intentions and Sam's quick path to hell on earth. And then he went on to tell her that she could prove to Sam that she cared about him by saving him from Ruby, by pushing her out of their lives and handing her over.
Heather wanted Sam to stop the training. She never thought it was good for him from the very beginning, but she went along with it because it was what he needed to do to make sure he stayed alive while going up against Lilith. It was more precautionary than anything, right? And Ruby said Sam was doing well, he'd done well when he pulled that demon out of his father, and that definitely didn't make it sound like Sam had to delve much deeper to be ready. He wouldn't need the kind of power that would send him down the wrong path. And Sam wouldn't let that happen, either. Especially not after seeing what that darkness was capable of.
Uriel was lying. He was doing everything in his power to get ahold of Ruby, even if that meant intimidating and upsetting Heather to the point of a head-crushing migraine and then some. Angels had never carried much weight in Heather's eyes, anyway. Ruby, as a demon, had done more for her.
Trying to ignore the pain tearing at her skull, and even moreso trying to ignore all of the contradictory thoughts running through her head at the same time, Heather sat up in bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, her face pressed against them to try and relieve the ache, if nothing else.