WHO: Sam and Faith. WHAT: Coffee break. WHEN: Afternoon. WHERE: Hyperion, then some cafe place. RATING: TBD.
Coffee. With the way that things had been going since yesterday, it appeared to be something that everyone involved had been needing. In fact, the kitchen at the Winchester home had been highly occupied. The coffee machine particularly, what with everyone needed to refuel after that tiresome night of having to search for Mom and Claire. Sam had maybe gotten in three or four hours of sleep between now and then, mostly because he hadn't gotten back home until late that night and, when he finally had, he spent the rest of the later hours worrying over everyone while trying to figure out who in the hell had taken then in the first place. Anything that would keep his mind off of one simple, yet frustrating truth that had been lurking in the back of his mind ever since he had taken on those demons that he interrogated earlier that night: he could have found out a whole hell of a lot more about that demon if only he had his abilities. The intimidation factor had been minimal when he went out chasing circles that night. Holy water, a few bullets. They all worked fine against the monsters, but they weren't nearly as terrifying as the things that he had been able to do before. Pin them down. Cut them up. It would have been easy. Information would have came a lot faster. He was trying to keep himself from thinking about all of that as best as he could. Because the last thing that Sam wanted to do was admit that Ruby was right.
It's one flaw, Sam thought to himself, pushing through the entrance of the Hyperion, one tiny thing. You don't need that blood. He didn't. Sam was determined to believe that, now more than ever. He had spent years hunting without powers. His entire life, practically. The problem was that he had gotten so used to things being easy. He had forgotten what it was like to hunt monsters with nothing more than weapons that could easily be lost.
Pulling up the collar of his jacket, Sam squinted ahead and started searching for Faith. He needed to talk with her. To take her out. Not only as a means for his own personal distraction, but because he was worried for her. They were stretching the poor woman out thinly and he felt like maybe, just maybe, they all didn't see how tired, both physically and emotionally, that Faith was. No one else might have seen it, but Sam had heard a lot from Faith in the past couple days. Between learning about what happened to her as a child, her splitting it off with that Kyle guy, and the whole Slayer thing in general, he knew that she had a lot to worry over. He only wished that there was more that he could do than buy her a coffee as an attempt to make her feel better.