InsaneJournal

Sam Winchester & Jake Green

What: A first meeting
Where: Library
When: Saturday
Warnings: Given the Supernatural and Jericho fandoms, talk of dark subjects possible. Will update if necessary.

Every night while he lay in bed unable to sleep, he wondered if this was the night he'd wake up from the dream. But when the sun began to peek through the windows and a new day began, he was still here. In Goodland, of Fake New York as some people were calling it. It didn't matter what he called it, it wasn't home, where his mother and his brother and Emily and Hawkins and Stanley needed him.

He'd been here a week and a half and counting. Not long, but too long at the same time. A lot happened in a week back in Jericho where the lights and the water depended on wind and sun to work, where TV and music and laughter were things of the past. Goodland was a stark contrast, with it's uninterrupted power and an entire city of people going about their lives.

As much as Jake would like to sit alone in his room and sulk himself to death, he couldn't do that. He occasionally had to get up and go out, and experience the life Goodland had to offer. Bright and early Saturday morning, he made his way to the library to see if he could find any useful information in the tomes and back issues of newspapers and whatever else he could find. He wasn't expecting much. Her definitely wasn't expecting to run into someone first thing.

"Sorry," he said. He hadn't collided with the other guy, but it was a near thing. "I wasn't paying attention." Which wasn't like Jake at all. He was usually hyperaware of his surroundings. He'd been that way even before the bombs, before he'd worked in Iraq. He'd been that way as a child. Moments of complete distraction were rare for him, and made him feel weak.