sam winchester (neversurrender) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-06-01 13:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, sam winchester, sookie stackhouse (book) |
Who: Sam Winchester & Sookie Stackhouse
What: random closing time shenanigans
When: Saturday night.
Where: Sam's Bar & Grill
Warnings: TBD.
No matter how many times it happened, Sam didn't think he would ever be used to the way his life could turn upside down in an instant. It took a lot to throw him for a loop, but it had happened to him five times in the past week. Starting with Dean's disappearance, then his dad's, then the overload of new memories in his mind, then the reappearance of his dad and brother in almost perfect succession. Dean returning had been wonderful-- his brother was back, and they were finally on the same page, except for the months that Sam had been here that his brother didn't remember-- but his dad's return had been a mess. Sam fully recognized the irony in the fact that he was the one getting along with their father, trying to get the rest of his family to get along as well, and he knew it would probably be as impossible for him as it had once been for Dean, but he was determined to try anyway.
The weirdest part was that, in the midst of all his family drama, the rest of his life was carrying on as usual. He'd started school for the summer session, he was still working a job that wasn't hunting and actually paid money, he was still in a relationship. For now, at least, this universe was still allowing him to have all of the above. And while he'd felt guilty starting school in Dean's absence (as if it was some kind of betrayal to his brother, the way it had been before), he had done it anyway, and intended to keep maintaining all of the things that were important to him here for as long as he possibly could. When push came to shove, he knew which way he was going to shove, but until then he wasn't going to choose between any of it.
Still, he was preoccupied as he went about his duties behind the bar. He was less tired than he had been the last few days, and he made a point to engage with every customer when they arrived and left, but in the moments that he was simply going through the motions of mixing and pouring, his mind wandered. Finally, last call was over and the evening was drawing to a close; mind elsewhere, he turned to reach for a clean cloth to wipe down the bar, and accidentally bumped his elbow lightly against someone; as he quickly recovered, ready to try and catch something in case he'd knocked anything out of their hands, he saw that it was Sookie. "Sorry," he said, with a sheepish smile. "You alright?"