Fred Burkle (girlinacave) wrote in reality_crisis, @ 2013-01-22 20:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, sam winchester, winifred burkle |
So what happened? (Sam/Fred log, cont in replies)
Fred didn’t pace. She didn’t even chew on her lip or scribble distractedly in one of her many notebooks. Sam wouldn’t just leave her. Sure, it happened, but he wouldn’t do that. Plus, when she last saw him, he was being whisked away by Cas. Things could be very bad, but he wouldn’t die without letting her know somehow. Maybe.
Instead of worrying too much over it, she decided to work on one of the smaller engines she’d found. She’d lugged, shoving it in a closet for when it was okay to pull out and work on. Taking things apart and putting them back together was calming, so that was what she did. It didn’t look as crazy as the other things she might do.
Her nose wrinkled as she wiped down one of the pieces. The build up was certainly not from a petroleum based fuel, and the ignition system...it was different. It wasn’t purely electrical, but it wasn’t what they were used to. The liquid burned like diesel, but it felt almost like gasoline. The parts of the engine were lighter than those in even the gasoline engines she knew back home. It didn’t make any sense at all.
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Sam hadn’t meant to disappear on Fred. If Dean hadn’t been in such dire straits, he would have made his way back upstairs to tell her where they were going. As it was, he returned a few hours later. He reeked of alcohol and general bar odor.
“Fred?” he called as he let himself in the door.
He was still reeling from the revelation that Aidan was a vampire. He didn’t really know what they were going to do about that one.
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“Sam!” Fred set the piece she’d been working on very carefully, as if it were precious; it was in a way. With the piece out of her hand, she rushed to him and wrapped her arms around him. She would have kept hugging him, but he didn’t smell all that great.
“What happened? where’d you go? Is Dean okay? He’s not dead, he’s not hurt. Everything’s okay?” Yes, she was definitely worried. She’d been able to hold it for a very short time. The brainy Texan stepped back to look up at him.
“Are you okay?”
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Sam leaned over to kiss the top of Fred’s head.
“Everyone’s okay. Sorry about that. There was...”
Sam frowned as he looked down at Fred. Had she known about Aidan? He couldn’t help but wonder that, if only briefly. He thought that wasn’t something that she would keep from him.
“Dean found out that Aidan’s a vampire. He’s not taking it so well.”
That was putting it mildly, but Sam didn’t think Fred needed all the details of just how badly Dean was taking it at the moment.
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“Oh.” Fred didn’t have the same exact view of that branch of undead as the boys. She cared for at least one vampire, and from the sounds of things had cared for another. She looked up at the taller Winchester and nodded slightly.
“He’s mad that Aidan’s a vampire.” It was a little sad, to find out something about a friend. Something like that. “I did wonder why he looked deathly pale, but I didn’t know it was because he was..deathly pale.” Her nose wrinkled.
“I wonder why he …” She glanced at Sam. “Oh, because you kill vampires. You and Dean. But, why wouldn’t he tell me? I only ever helped kill the soulless ones.”
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Sam had mostly gotten over his jealousy over the fact that Aidan and Fred were close and Aidan apparently had a thing for Fred, according to Dean. He trusted his girlfriend and so other guys were welcome to look, but he didn’t think they’d get far. Which was why he didn’t get too upset that Fred seemed hurt that Aidan hadn’t told her his secret.
He did give her a sympathetic grimace.
“He probably thought that if he told you, you’d tell me.”
Sam didn’t stop to let Fred confirm whether or not that was true. He hoped that she would trust him with something like that, but he knew that she’d worked with vampires whereas he had been born to hunt them, in a way. He could understand her holding onto secrets if she thought it would protect a friend, even if that thought stung.
“It’s also possible that it was a new thing. But... he was talking to me about monsters that might not be all evil. That might not want to be monsters.” Sam sighed. “I don’t know what Dean’s going to do about him.”
He was torn on what he wanted Dean to do. Sam had come to understand that some monsters couldn’t help what they were and might even want to find ways to overcome their natures. He didn’t know where Aidan fell on the scale, but his gut was telling him that they could trust the guy. If a vampire that was killing people had been living among them for this long, he really believed that he and Dean would have picked up on it. Wouldn’t they?
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“Maybe he doesn’t want to be a monster?” Fred looked up at Sam, hopeful that this was the case. She stepped back and claimed Sam’s hand. “Or maybe he doesn’t think of himself as one, though really I don’t know how they couldn’t think of themselves as monsters. They could probably think of themselves as beautiful monsters. Or maybe they really don’t think of themselves as ...monsters.” She shook her head, giving her boyfriend a sheepish grin. With a little tug she started toward the bathroom.
“Did you wanna kill him? Aidan?” She didn’t look back at him as she led the short way through the studio apartment to the bathroom. It wasn’t a large space, but it seemed to suit the two of them just fine. She didn’t look back because she didn’t want Sam to see her face, her reaction to his answer. She honestly didn’t know how she felt. She didn’t think Aidan was the kind of vampire they should kill, but then she didn’t know he was a vampire at first...he could be a very good liar.