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Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-14 16:13:00

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!shelved, andy gallagher, day 18, location: church, sam winchester

Who: Sam Winchester and Andy Gallagher
What: Sam tells Andy what really happened at Cold Oak
Where: The Church
When: Day 18, mid-afternoon
Rating: TBA
Status: Complete

The meeting with the management had not gone well. Sam had no more answers than he had upon waking up that morning. He still hadn't heard from Shannon or heard from anyone who had seen her since the return of the others and he was beginning to worry. He thought he knew her well enough to know that she would've at least dropped him a line to tell him she was alright, even if she didn't necessarily want to come back to the museum. She knew he worried and if she'd had access to her journal at all, she would've known that they'd though she was dead. Her not speaking up said something that Sam didn't really want to think about just yet.

He tried to push those thoughts back as he approached the church and the familiar blue van parked beside it. Even though the majority of those who had been believed to have died were back he had not changed his new attitude towards the "management" as they'd taken to calling themselves. He was going to stop lying and making promises he couldn't keep and he was finding a way out for all of them. There was no question about that. Andy needed to know the truth about what had happened in Cold Oak. He needed to know that he would have to protect himself against Ava in case actually breaking the glass wall or finding a way out of it resulted in each of them going back to their own times.

It was a conversation that he wasn't looking forward to, one that he'd very carefully managed to side step until now, but he felt like it was the right thing to do. He stopped a few feet away from the van and took a deep breath before reaching out and knocking on the back door.

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brain_ninja
2009-08-18 02:30 am UTC (link)

Andy stared dejectedly up at the disco ball hanging from the interior of his van. He hated the idea of letting Elliot go off on her own, but he also didn't want to stifle her by being too overprotective. She was, after all, an adult too and he wasn't going to begrudge her the desire to look for Lexie - or anyone else - just because he was terrified she'd never come back. Or that she would come back and her eyes would have no life in them when he found her. He couldn't decide if that would be better or worse than not knowing at all. The jury was still out on that one in reference to Luna and Martha.

A knock on the back door pulled Andy from his thoughts and he sat up, stretching. "One sec, beautiful," he yawned. "Half-asleep here." It was a lie, but it was a pretty good one, if he did say so himself. Andy would rather Elliot think he was exhausted than know he was lying there staring at nothing and worrying about her.

But, when he moved forward and pushed the doors open, he was surprised to find not Elliot, but Sam standing outside. "Scratch that endearment," he joked as he hopped down out of the van. "Did you find her yet?" he asked in a lowered voice, the words meant not to be overheard by Big Brother's constant eavesdropping nor any passers by.

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demonboyking
2009-08-23 07:47 pm UTC (link)

Sam moved for the door to open, giving Andy a tight lipped smile when he obviously wasn't whoever he thought he was. His smile, however slightly forced, disappeared all together at the mention of Shannon. A look of worry crossed his face before he could get it under control and he shook his head. "Not yet," he said, his voice equally as low.

He cleared his throat, gesturing to the van with a nod. "You got a moment to talk?" He asked, meeting Andy's eyes. "There are a couple of things you need to know."

It came out a little more ominous than he meant it, but the entire thing was kind of ominous, Sam didn't really have the energy or the willpower to sugar coat it anymore. He would tell Andy the truth and then it would be up to Andy to stop it from happening, since Sam couldn't.

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brain_ninja
2009-08-26 11:45 am UTC (link)

When Sam's clearly forced smile fell away and he said that he hadn't found Shannon yet, Andy nodded and gave his friend an apologetic look before turning his eyes downward. He'd only just gotten out of the van, though, when Sam cleared his throat causing Andy to look up and notice that the other man was gesturing back toward it. His brow furrowed when Sam said there were a couple of things he needed to know; that didn't sound good in the tone of voice in which it was said, nor in the way Sam had met Andy's eyes to say it. It sounded...like bad news and Andy wasn't entirely sure he really wanted to hear it.

But, it wasn't like Sam seemed big on sharing and caring most of the time, so Andy figured it was probably pretty important. "Sure, dude, yeah," he replied, closing the back doors of the van in favor of coming around the front and gesturing for Sam to do the same on the passenger side. Somehow he thought it'd be less awkward if the two of them weren't crammed in the back of his van - especially with Sam being the size that he was - and were, rather, sitting in the front. So, he unlocked his door and got in, then reached over and unlocked the passenger side for Sam. He didn't make a move to turn on the music; whatever it was the Doors would be singing on that CD was probably going to be inappropriate in some way, shape, or form to whatever sinister-sounding thing Sam wanted to discuss.

Instinctively, Andy reached for his stash and bong. "Sorry, bro," he said, sincerely apologizing. "But, from the sounds of your voice, I'm gonna fuckin' need it, right?" he asked, holding up the baggie of marijuana and looking back at Sam significantly. "I just need to know if I should fire this baby up now, or wait until you're done. You tell me, man," he finished.

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demonboyking
2009-08-27 05:55 pm UTC (link)

It didn't really occur to Sam that Andy had just left the van and so he followed Andy to the front of it without a second thought. He hadn't missed Andy's apologetic look, but he didn't really feel like acknowledging it. He was trying to push back his worries about Shannon as much as possible.

Sam pulled himself into the passenger seat of the van, raising his eyebrows when Andy went for his bong. His look of surprise fell into an apologetic one of his own. Andy had a point. He might need it. Or at least it might help a little. Sam didn't really know that much about marijuana, but he thought maybe warning Andy ahead of time might lessen some of the blow. "Now's fine," he said, his voice low.

He cleared his throat and looked out the front window of the van as he waited for Andy to do whatever he needed to do. He could feel guilt and worry churning at the bottom of his stomach, telling him to back out. Maybe this wasn't the best thing to do. Why worry Andy when they might never get out of this place? But that thought alone was too hard to take, especially if Shannon wasn't coming back.

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brain_ninja
2009-08-27 10:25 pm UTC (link)

Andy paused, looking back at Sam before nodding once and turning his eyes downward to pack the bowl. Now, Sam had said. "Shit," he said quietly in response. Whatever it was that Sam had to say, if he was saying Andy could fire up Moby Dick right this minute, couldn't possibly be good news. In fact, Andy had a feeling it would be a punch in the gut, slap in the face, or something equally as painful-sounding an analogy.

It didn't take Andy long to empty a little of his bottled water into the necessary part of the device as well as pack it and fire it up. The tell-tale bubbling and whirl of smoke up the tube and into his mouth might've told Sam that Andy was more than ready to hear whatever shitty sentiment the other man was going to give, if, that was, Sam knew anything about bongs at all. Which, Andy decided, he probably didn't.

Leaning back in the seat, Andy rolled down the window with one hand and covered his mouth with the other as he hacked and coughed, tears springing to his eyes. He'd taken a pretty deep hit with the intention of getting fast effects to calm him down before Sam even started. Something told him that that was probably the best way to go. Instinctively, he offered Sam the bong without even realizing he was doing so. "Okay, hit me," he finally said as he exhaled the remaining smoke and closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the seat's headrest. "I'm ready." As I'll ever be, anyway, he thought but didn't vocalize.

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demonboyking
2009-08-28 05:11 am UTC (link)

Andy's whispered curse made Sam feel guilty and he reached up to rub his eyebrow as he continued staring out the window in front of him. After a moment he turned and watched Andy prepare the bong that Dean had called Moby Dick and then inhale.

He knew the process in theory, but he'd never actually seen anyone do it and there was a part of Sam who thought it was interesting. Who thought that lighting up might be an acceptable substitute for alcohol if he absolutely needed it. But beer and liquor was one thing, marijuana was another. Sam wasn't sure he wanted to go that far and he definitely didn't want to need to go that far.

He shook his head at Andy's offer to share the bong and then watched as Andy closed his eyes and prepared himself. Silence settled around the front of the van as Sam tried to figure out a way to say what he needed to. Telling himself he needed to just do it and actually breaking the news were proving to be two different things.

"Andy," he said slowly, his expression and voice serious. "One of these days we're going to get out of here and if we do...we might go back to our respective times. There's something that you need to know. Something that happens to you when you get there..." He swallowed, glancing out the window again. "Ava goes missing. Jake and I, we go looking for her and..." Sam's brow furrowed and he looked down at his hands. "She comes back, Andy. And when she does, she kills you."

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brain_ninja
2009-08-30 07:08 pm UTC (link)

There was a silence between the two of them before Sam finally spoke. Andy's name came out of the other man's mouth at the same time as Andy took another hit of the bong and held the breath. He looked over at Sam through bleary eyes until Sam looked out the window again, swallowing. Something happened to Andy in Sam's time and, from the sounds of it, something bad. Andy let out the breath and coughed just once. His head was swimming a little, but not as much as it should've been by the time Sam finished his explanation.

For a moment, Andy just sat there. He had looked over at Sam only to see that his friend was staring down at his hands and so Andy looked out the front window with his brow furrowed. Andy hadn't ever made it out of Cold Oak at all. He'd died there. That was, Andy realized, why Sam had always spoken in such general and vague terms when Andy brought up the two of them getting out of there. Because Sam hadn't wanted to tell Andy that he'd died in that piece of shit little town at the hands of a fucking woman. A short, bitchy one who wasn't even attractive.

"How?" he asked finally in a cracked voice as he coughed again against the burn in his throat from the pot. Then, he cleared his throat and asked again, in case Sam hadn't caught it the first time because of the sound of his voice. "How's she do it?"

In fact, Andy had a lot of questions. He took another hit and then looked over at Sam again. "Then what?" he asked in a choked voice as he fought to speak and keep the pot smoke in his lungs at the same time. What happened to her after she'd killed him? What happened to Jake? Was Sam the only one who had gotten out? Had he and Jake buried Andy the way that Andy and Sam had buried the Asian guy or had they just left him there to rot? Part of him didn't even want to know, but the other half felt like he had the right to and should.

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demonboyking
2009-08-30 11:27 pm UTC (link)

Sam didn't really know how Andy would take the news of his impending death. He'd tried to imagine what it would be like, to have someone tell you that you were going to die and he couldn't quite wrap his mind around it. If anyone had told him before Cold Oak that he would die there he would've freaked out. Now...well now he almost thought maybe it would be a relief. If he could guarantee that Dean wouldn't be bringing him back or making any deals. He didn't think that was normal though and the fact that Andy wanted more information surprised him for a moment.

He looked up at Andy, pressing his lips together for a long moment before he spoke again. "She summoned a demon," he said slowly. "When I got back you were dead and the salt line was broken." In his mind's eye he could see Andy's shredded body on the ground, his blood soaking the corner of his mouth and the front of his shirt. "It tore you apart."

Sam swallowed and lowered his head. "Andy, I'm sorry," he said, his voice momentarily having the emotion he'd managed to keep out of it until now. "I trusted her. I should've..." He trailed off when Andy asked then what. He looked back up at him, his expression pained. "Jake kills her before she can try to kill me," Sam said slowly. "We were supposed to wipe each other out. That was the point of Cold Oak. It was a psychic kid version of survivor."

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brain_ninja
2009-09-02 09:16 pm UTC (link)

Even though Andy had asked how it had happened, he hadn't actually expected Sam to answer him as honestly and bluntly as he had. Andy asked because if Sam felt it was important for Andy to be prepared for it to happen, Andy thought it was important to know how so that he'd be all that much more prepared. His jaw set and he stared straight ahead when Sam said that it had been a demon and it had torn him apart. Demon. Andy was still trying to process that whole thing. He wondered if he would ever really be able to let it sink in.

Sam started to apologize and Andy shook his head, without looking back at his friend. He didn't need Sam's apology and he didn't want it. It would've been different, for example, if Sam had said it had somehow been his fault, but just going off to look for the girl when he'd thought she was missing and not happening to be there when the bitch showed up to kill Andy wasn't Andy's idea of fault. It didn't matter, really. But Sam's apology didn't need to be said and Andy wasn't going to think of it again after this conversation.

As his friend went on to say that they were their to wipe each other out, mentioning that Jake killed Ava to save Sam, Andy's immediate thought came out as a response. "Which means you killed Jake, if you're still standing," he said in a low voice. He paused and looked back at Sam, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Right?" The tone in his voice was not accusatory or judgemental, but rather numb and emotionally void. Really, Andy just wanted to know. And that question begged another. "So, if I live through Ava, you or Jake will have to kill me anyway. I can't win no matter what happens, can I?"

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demonboyking
2009-09-04 06:01 pm UTC (link)

Andy shook his head when Sam had apologized and Sam could only take that to mean that it didn't really matter. It didn't, considering Andy had ended up dead even if Sam hadn't meant for it to happen.

Sam felt his stomach sink at Andy's statement that he killed Jake. He had killed Jake though not for the reasons or in the way that Andy thought he had. "Not exactly," Sam said, his voice sounding gruff. He cleared his throat and looked over at Andy. He hadn't really told anyone what had happened to him at Cold Oak and while he wanted Andy to be prepared and to know just how dangerous Jake was he was hesitant to tell the truth about his own death and the deal that brought him back. The truth was he didn't want to talk about that, or what Dean had done to bring him back, or how unfair it was that he got a second chance and Andy didn't. How many times had he head his dad and Dean say it. What was dead should stay dead.

There was a long moment of silence before Sam spoke again. "I wouldn't kill you, Andy," he said quietly. "But Jake's dangerous too. If you end up back there you just have to hold out for a little bit longer. Dean and Bobby show up with a way out."

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brain_ninja
2009-09-05 04:49 pm UTC (link)

Andy's eyebrows raised just slightly with doubt as he took another hit. Sam said that the reason they were in Cold Oak was to wipe each other out. Sam was alive. That meant he'd wiped everyone else out, in the end. At least, the way Andy saw it. Ava might've taken care of Andy and Jake might've done the dirty work on Ava, but Sam was the last one standing. Logically, he'd killed Jake. In the real world, Sam owed Andy no loyalty, really. They knew nothing about one another that they hadn't already had in common. There wasn't anything keeping Sam from taking him out if things had gone down differently.

So, as he let out the inhalation of cannabis and stared back out the front window again, Andy shook his head. Sam said he wouldn't kill Andy. The hell he wouldn't. Andy didn't want to admit it, but if it meant the difference between life and death, he'd have killed Sam. Maybe not now, after being in this place and getting to know the other man better and possibly even beginning to consider him a friend, but back there? He'd killed his own brother to save the life of someone he hadn't even known. Webber had been his friend and Andy had killed him to save Dean Winchester - some guy he'd hardly known at all. What the hell would've stopped him from killing Sam to save his own life? Nothing. So, as grim a thought as it was, he was sure Sam was lying just as much as he would've been if he'd said the same.

"What was his thing?" Andy finally asked after a long pause. "He never said." The rest of what Sam said didn't go completely ignored, but Andy also did not respond to it. He'd already started wondering if he'd finally figured out what everyone here had had in common. They were all doomed for death back in the real world. Not just someday in their sleep, no. Maybe they were all doomed to a somewhat immediate death where they came from and so whoever brought them here figured they were being done a favor by being allowed to live, even if for some fucked up experimentation. And then, when the people running the show were finished with them, it was no big deal if they were murdered and left for their friends to find, because they should've already been dead, anyway. Andy's eyes closed. That was a horrible thought, of course, but the worst part was that he was pretty sure, the more he mulled it over, that he wasn't wrong.

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demonboyking
2009-09-13 03:43 am UTC (link)

Sam watched Andy carefully as he exhaled and then shook his head. He knew this was a lot for someone to be dealing with at once. He fought the urge to reach out and put a hand on Andy's shoulder. Considering he'd just basically assumed that Sam had killed Jake he didn't know how much of a comfort that would be for Andy.

Sam swallowed, his stomach feeling queasy at the memory of the hatred that had flooded through him as he pulled that trigger over and over again. He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.

"Super strength," Sam said, his voice low. "But later he was able to use the mind control." Sam shook his head and looked down at his hands. "Ava said it was like switches flipping. Once you open yourself up..." He licked his lips and looked back at Andy. "That's why I don't think it's safe to use it. Unless you have to. It changes you. Or maybe it doesn't. I mean we were all groomed to be a potential leader. Maybe the capability is in all of us."

Sam sighed. "I don't know," he said slowly. "I just know that when you get back, you're in trouble and you need to be prepared in case you have to defend yourself. I'm close. I heard Ava's scream, so if you yell I'll come running. I promise."

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brain_ninja
2009-09-14 01:01 am UTC (link)

"Super strength," Andy repeated in a dull voice, eyebrows cocking before her narrowed them against the smoke flowing back into his face as a breeze picked up what he'd blown out the window and pushed it back toward him as if in retaliation for its air being poluted. "The army guy had super strength...the hunter and the psycho bitch have death visions...the lesbo could stop hearts...and the twins had mind control." He let out a huff of humorless laughter. "Kinda sounds like it was intentional and for someone else's amusement, the powers we got, don't you think? That's fucking sick," he finished, eyes downcast as he took the last hit left in the bong.

Sam went on to explain further about how Ava had said things worked. Andy didn't care what Ava said. He didn't care that Sam was worried that all of them, which meant he was worried about Andy - probably not himself as well, Andy was sure - would have the capability to be what Sam called a 'potential leader.' The fact of the matter was, Andy was done with the conversation. It wasn't something he wanted to think about. In fact, it seemed to him that no matter where he was, he was doomed to die, be it in this place or where he came from and Andy didn't like that at all, so he sure as hell didn't want to keep thinking about it, much less talking about it. "Noted," he said finally after a long pause, blowing out the smoke and dropping the bong down at the foot of the passenger side, paying Sam's feet no mind as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

After another long pause, Andy spoke again. "Man, did you ever think that maybe there's really no meaning to life at all? That maybe it's just a shitload of little moments in which some higher power is pulling the strings...like we're all just a bunch of puppets putting on a show for someone or something bigger and better than all of us?" he asked. Andy opened his eyes but didn't look back at Sam. "Not just here, but I mean, like, in general," he clarified.

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demonboyking
2009-09-20 12:40 am UTC (link)

As much as Sam had thought about his own abilities and that of the other psychic kids, he'd never thought about the powers in the way that Andy had just outlined. He gave a small nod of agreement, his look of seriousness intensifying. Was Andy right? Had their initial powers all been chosen?

Sam moved his foot as Andy put down his bong, a hand reaching out to keep the thing from falling over. The smell of Andy's vice filled the interior of the van and Sam discreetly rolled down the window an inch to get some air. His expression melted into one of confusion when Andy's only reply to his worries was the word noted. A frown settled on his lips as he regarded his friend. Either Andy was as high as he wanted to be or he really didn't see how dangerous they could be. "Andy, you understand what I'm saying, right?" Sam asked, looking out at him from underneath knit eyebrows.

Andy's question caught him off guard and for a moment all he could do was stare at him. Then Sam sighed. "There's always a choice, Andy. We make the decisions."

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brain_ninja
2009-09-22 11:38 pm UTC (link)

Opening his eyes again and staring back out the windshield now clouded by his own marijuana smoke, Andy shook his head. "You've never gotten stoned, clearly," he said softly. It wasn't an insult and the tone in his voice wasn't condescending. He was matter-of-fact; making a statement. Anyone who had never gotten high couldn't understand that it didn't turn everyone into a bumbling idiot who could do nothing but think of White Castle or munchies. Sure, that happened to some people and once in a while, Andy was one of them; he was more than willing to admit that. But when it was important to focus, Andy still could. Right now, it was important.

After a long pause, he rolled his eyes and closed them again. "Yeah, man. I fuckin' understand you. No matter how I slice it, I'm meant to die. Either I stay here and continue to be tortured until I kick the bucket or I go back and fight until you, Jake, or Ava snuffs me out. Pardon me for not wanting to wax philosophical about it. It is what it is, bro. I'm going to die. I mean, we're all going to die; that's what people do. I'm just...gonna do it a lot sooner than most. That's life. ...or it's mine, anyway," he replied. "I just don't wanna sit here and talk about it. If you're worried about me going dark side, you can stop. I'm too damn lazy and resigned even if I wasn't already dead-set against becoming what Webber was."

Sam's sigh and remark about everyone making the decisions rather than some higher power doing so was given a sigh in return. "So then why are we here? Why do we even exist if it's just to be born, live some shitty life, and then die? If not for someone else's amusement, why bother? Whatever man, think what you want. I've had plenty of experiences where yeah, I made a decision, but only because I didn't have a choice. You think I chose to kill my brother to save yours out of the fuckin' goodness of my heart, man? No offense, but no. I had to choose between letting my brother die and letting yours die. Yours helped save Tracy, mine tried to kill her. No brainer. Doesn't mean I fuckin' liked it and it sure as hell wasn't because I was tryin' to do you guys a favor. Again, no offense. So don't give me that shit that we make decisions. I didn't decide to be here, did you? I didn't decide to be a freak, either."

Shaking his head, Andy sighed again. "Anyway," he said finally. "Whatever, I get contemplative when I'm stoned and I get shitty when I have to think about my own impending goddamn doom. It's nothing personal, bro, and I'm sorry." The last three words took a lot of effort, but even though Andy hated to say them, he did mean them.

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demonboyking
2009-10-01 07:21 am UTC (link)

Sam regarded Andy for a moment when he said he'd never gotten high. Normally the comment would've been brushed off, maybe even laughed off, but Sam's state of mind made him defensive. What was that supposed to mean? "Can't say I have," Sam said, taking his attention off Andy and turning it forward to the windshield. Marijuana was for the most part for people who didn't want to deal seriously with reality. As appealing as it sounded, Sam knew that it wouldn't solve anything, just put it off. If he was going to bury his head in the sand, he'd rely on the bottle, the way his dad had before when he needed a release. There was more than hunting techniques and bad parenting Sam had learned from John.

"No, you're not listening," Sam said, frustration edging into his voice as he looked over at Andy. "I'm not going to kill you Andy. I'm trying to help you. If you go back, just do whatever you can to get away from her until I can get to you." Sam shook his head. "Yeah, you're going to die if you can't make yourself care about fighting to stay alive," Sam said, knitting his brows together. "I never said you'd turn into Webber, I just...we have to be careful."

Sam listened to Andy talk about his brother and realized for the first time just how close Dean had come to dying that night. Andy had known Webber longer, hell he'd just found out the guy was his brother, being forced to kill him must have been one of the hardest things Sam could think of. "We're not freaks," Sam said, his jaw tightening. He hated that word. It more than any other managed to get his hackles up. "No, but you decide how to deal with being here," Sam clarified. "You don't have any control over being here, but you have control over that."

Sam sighed and swallowed. "I'm sorry too," he said, his voice rough. He cleared his throat. "I know this is a lot to lay on you and I'm not trying to pick a fight, I just... I just thought you should know."

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brain_ninja
2009-10-04 06:21 pm UTC (link)

There was no surprise in Sam's answer. Of course a guy like Sam had never smoked pot. He probably never drank anything in excess either and if he did, it was probably Pabst fucking Blue Ribbon, anyway. Andy had gotten the distinct first impression that Sam was a real, live, grown up straight edge, goody-goody motherfucker. Of course he wouldn't understand. "Big surprise. Maybe you should sometime. Unwind for a minute," he muttered mostly to himself.

"I'm fucking listening to you, Sam, but you're telling me two completely contradicting things," Andy said in a low, calm voice. "You're saying you won't kill me and you're saying I just need to hang out and hold onto my ass until you come to save it, but you're also saying that the whole reason we were there was to wipe each other out. You're forgetting that I know the reason Lily died is because she tried to get away without playing the game, so I don't know what makes you think we can escape doing anything other than what that yellow-eyed motherfucker wants." He said nothing in response to Sam's trying to say that he'd never said Andy would turn into Webber, because he knew that sentiment in particular was only going to go in circles. That was exactly what he was saying, Andy thought, and he wasn't going to just backpedal and have Andy buy into that shit. But on teh other hand, Andy didn't feel like going around and around about it.

Sam said they weren't freaks and Andy shook his head. "What the hell do you call it, then?" he asked softly, looking over at Sam with a drawn expression. "I know I do. I fuck hot blondes and I get stoned. That's how I deal with this place, Sam. Okay? I don't know what else to do other than try to forget. If you've got a better idea, please share."

When Sam apologized as well and said he wasn't trying to pick a fight, Andy shrugged. "Thanks, I guess," he replied. What else could he say? With a sigh, he picked up the bong again. "I'm having another. This is me dealing with an overload of unpleasant information. You can stay and chill or leave and either way, it's fine. Whatever you want, man, but I'm doing this," he said, patting the round bottom of the bong before reaching for his stash again.

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demonboyking
2009-10-14 05:33 am UTC (link)

Sam's face darkened at Andy's words, which he was still able to decipher despite the fact they were muttered, but he said nothing. Andy was upset and the truth was, so was Sam. Out of all the people here Sam needed Andy to know that he wasn't a killer. Not the way he'd been intended to be. He needed him to know that it wasn't inevitable, but Andy didn't seem to want to get that. He kept assuming the worst about Sam and that was pissing Sam off.

"I'm telling you," Sam said slowly, his voice low. "That Dean and Bobby find a way in. Which means there's a way out. Look Lily died because Ava made sure she did. I'm almost positive that was Ava, I remember her complaining of a headache before Lily went missing. We don't have to play that game if we don't want to. But we do have to stay together."

Sam let out a slow breath when Andy said he dealt with things by getting stoned and getting laid. "Must be nice," Sam said, his tone short but the words honest. How nice would it be just to let go for a moment of everything hanging over them in this place? How nice just to get lost in drugs or sex or whatever. Anything to forget for a second that they were in this hell hole and people were dying and there was nothing they could do about it. Control over himself was the last bit of control he had over anything. He minute he let it slip and who knew what could happen. Andy thought Sam didn't trust him and maybe deep down Sam didn't entirely, but he wanted to. He wanted to believe it was possible to avoid some kind of demon destiny put into motion over twenty years ago, that him fighting Jake and walking away wasn't some kind of fluke. What if this was all setting them up for a bigger fall though?

Sam swallowed, suddenly finding the van too small. He'd come and said what he needed to and maybe it was a shitty thing to leave Andy to his own thoughts but the truth was Sam didn't want to be there anymore than Andy wanted him there right at that moment. "I'll let you get to it, then," Sam said, glancing over at Andy. He opened the door and slid out of the van, pausing a moment before shutting the door.

He sighed. "Look, Andy," he said. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry I had to tell you all of this. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." He pressed his lips together in an unhappy frown and then shut the door, sticking his hands in his pockets and walking away.

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brain_ninja
2009-10-14 08:41 pm UTC (link)

Andy said nothing when Sam went on to reiterate that Dean and Bobby - whoever he was - found a way in. Obviously there was a goddamn way in; they'd gotten there somehow, hadn't they? Finding a way out was a whole other deal. Sam made it out, yeah, but then again...Sam was Sam. Andy was a short, goofy looking stoner. He didn't have a chance in hell, no matter what Sam said, he was sure.

Sam replied shortly that it must be nice to get lost in getting stoned and banging Elliot. Yeah, it was, but obviously Sam wasn't doing the same with Shannon or he'd have been less of a dick about his response to it. Andy set his jaw and forced himself to say nothing that would only further exacerbate the tension already thick in the air.

"Fine," Andy replied quietly and equally as shortly when Sam said he'd leave Andy to it. Clearly, inviting Sam to share was going to be a waste of time, so he didn't bother. He didn't look over at Sam when he heard the door open, nor when he heard Sam slide out. In fact, he didn't even look over at Sam right away when the other man sighed. It was only when Andy was directly addressed that he turned his head to regard his friend. ...or was he his friend? Andy wasn't sure anymore. "It's whatever man," he sighed back. Shrugging, he shook his head. "No hard feelings." That wasn't entirely true, but if he gave it a little time, then maybe it would be. He returned Sam's tight-lipped frown and watched as Sam walked away, pausing for a moment. Then, he let out another sigh and went back to his bong. He'd think about it more later.

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