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Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Sam watched as Shannon's hand moved up to her forehead, thinking that she was coming close to maybe breaking down and he couldn't exactly blame her. If he hadn't been brought up believing the impossible for most people was only too possible for those in his family, he wasn't sure he would've handled things as well as Shannon had. She'd referred to craphole island when they'd first started talking over the journals which was why she seemed to know so much about toughing things out, but he figured with the sudden appearance of a woman's body in the woods followed by whatever thing was in there now and could be heard throughout the town she was reaching her limit.

"Sure," Sam said quietly, at her request that he stay. He, started looking for a place to put down his torch, holding it out and looking for a crack, watching her as she took her head in her hands and rested her forehead against her knees. He finally found a crack a few feet away and shoved the torch down into the floor before straightening up again. He looked over at her as she said she wanted to go home, her voice breaking. Sam felt a wave of sympathy break over him as he moved over towards her and slid down the wall until he was sitting beside her, long legs stretched out in front of him. He wanted to say something to make her feel better, but he wasn't sure there was anything to say. They'd only been there a couple of days, but he was already getting the impression that they wouldn't be going anywhere without the permission or consent of whoever or whatever had brought them there. In the meantime they were at it's whim, free to be tested, drugged, tattooed, or killed at will. He felt his building frustration surface at his inability to figure out what the pattern or common thread was between all of them as he looked over at Shannon's pale face in the torch light. He sighed, when she said she wanted to wind up anywhere but there. "I know the feeling," he said, seriously. Though the last place he wanted to wake up would be back in Cold Oak.

Sam pressed his lips together, his mouth curving into an exaggerated frown as if he were considering her offer of walking out. "I don't know," he said, his lips curving up into a weak smile. "I kind of like it back here. Quiet. I think I'll stay for a little bit, if that's okay with you." She stared at him for a long moment and he broke eye contact, glancing down at his hands.

He looked back up at her as she spoke, a look of confusion crossing his face and then fading into understanding. "This time," Sam said, slowly. "I know what it's like though, to feel alone. For a while, before I got here, I wasn't sure if Dean was alive or not. We got seperated and for a while I thought I might be on my own. Then I showed up here and it started all over again." He let out a slow breath. "I know how lucky I am."

He looked over at Shannon, his eyes studying her expression for a moment before he spoke. "I know it's not the same. But you're not alone."