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,@ 2010-06-26 21:45:00 |
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| Entry tags: | connor temple, day 1: reboot, sam winchester |
Who: Sam Winchester, Connor Temple
What: Initial Meetings
When: Day 1 - 11:30am
Where: Library
Rating: R
Status: Active
Sam had intended to stop when he got outside the diner, but that hadn't been good enough. His feet moved on their own accord as his mind reeled from the information that he'd managed to push Dean into giving him. It wasn't that he hadn't trusted Dean in his assessment that Sam was better off not knowing… Okay, maybe that wasn't entirely true. Sam had needed to know what was going to happen. He needed to know that his brother was going to be okay, that they were going to find a way out of his deal, and instead he'd found that he'd helped start the apocalypse.
He stumbled slightly when his foot struck a rock along side of the road and he paused for a moment, breaking out of his thoughts and actually taking in his surroundings. There was a white, official building with columns ahead of him. It looked like it might be some kind of town hall. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing the Diner a little ways off. He'd promised that he'd be back, but he didn't know that being around Dean right now was a good idea. How the hell was he even supposed to look him in the eye knowing what he knew how? No, he needed some time to himself. Some time to think without resenting Dean for trying to keep things from him and worrying that his brother secretly wished he'd payed closer attention to his dad's last wish.
He moved towards the building, walking up the stairs and letting himself in. It wasn't a Town Hall, but a library. Sam felt himself relax a little at the familiar smell of books, remembering hours spent in the library at Stanford and a dozen other towns when he was growing up. The lights were on as he made his way further inside the main floor and looked around. Maybe he'd be able to find something that would be able to tell them where they were. He moved towards the front desk, his eye only then catching sight of the man writing in a journal much like his. "Hi," he said with a sigh as he stopped a good few feet away from him. He gestured towards the book. "I'm guessing you're not the librarian."