Sam Winchester (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} demonboyking) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg,@ 2009-04-24 20:51:00 |
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Who: Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester
What: Sam fills Dean in on a few things
When: Early Evening
Where: Near the woods
Rating: R (it is Dean)
Status: Complete
By the time that Sam had returned to the museum from his information gathering trip to the woods, which had only resulted in finding a wide eyed and confused Luna, he found the place empty. He hadn’t thought he’d been gone that long, though maybe it was expecting a lot of Dean to stay in one place, despite the fact that he’d recently disappeared and returned without any memory and a tattoo that proclaimed him to be expired.
He sighed, noting the sarcasm in his own thoughts and thinking that they would get him nowhere. If Dean was himself and he caught Sam acting like he was worried he’d be annoyed. Still, it was hard, especially when Dean had recently made such a stupid deal on Sam’s behalf with the crossroads demon. The thought that his older brother had made a deal to go to hell in a year’s time so that Sam could come back from the dead wasn’t exactly something that helped Sam sleep easier at night. Especially since Dean knew how much their dad’s deal had weighed on and tortured himself. Still, Sam knew why Dean had done it, just as much as he knew he would’ve done it himself if he’d had to.
Still, he didn’t like the idea of everything that had happened over the last two years since Dean had come for him at Stanford catching up with Dean all at once. He felt as if he should say something or do something to try to lessen the blow. Maybe break it to him a little at a time? Or try to. If he could. There was so much of the last two years that Sam wanted to forget ever happened. Still, the fact that Dean had looked at him so blankly earlier had bothered him in a way he couldn’t even describe. As much as Sam didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, he didn’t like the idea of being some stranger to his brother. Maybe if they talked a little, he’d be able to jog his memory or increase the rate at which he remembered.
Except now he wasn’t sure where Dean had gone. He was just about to try writing him a message in the journals when he heard Dean’s voice. He looked up from the door he was shutting behind him and saw Shannon and Dean approaching. “Hey,” he said, grinning at both of them, though it seemed a little forced. “I was looking for you.”