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Sam Winchester (devium_filius) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-06-14 00:40:00

Who: Sam Winchester and John Constantine
What: drinking
Where: Bryns bar
When: late evening
Status: ongoing
Warnings: probably language, will update as needed


Sam had completely lost track of time. He’d been walking for hours, not really going anywhere. Just walking, trying to quiet the ever present noise in his mind. Most days he was alright, he could talk himself into believing that this was real and that the experiments were really over but some days it was harder to do that. The expedition to examine the ghosts had helped, given him something to focus on, but with that done with for better or worse he found himself back to his usual coping methods. Which meant a lot of walking, and in some cases a lot of drinking. Which was perhaps why his feet seemed to have brought him to Bryn’s bar without him really consciously thinking about it. He didn’t have the energy to question it though.

He took a moment to take in his surroundings. He’d been in the bar once before but his memory of the place was pretty hazy after that visit. It hadn’t been long after he’d first arrived and he’d been trying to dull his senses pretty enthusiastically. Obviously it had worked a treat since his recognition of the bar was little more than vague familiarity. He exhaled slowly and moved to take a seat at the bar, paying little heed to the other patrons seated around him. He ordered a scotch from the bar tender and began the process of numbing his anxiety once again.