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, |
Sam focused on the road again as Andy said he should find a way to make her want to stay. If she didn't like him the way he liked her that didn't mean that Sam would stop worrying about her, he'd just back off and give her more space. Not to mention he wouldn't want his feelings to get in the way of their friendship. As much as he hated to admit it, in this place besides Andy and Dean she was the closest thing to a friend he had. Plus, Andy was right. While Sam had convinced himself that sharing body heat was a logical thing to do, it wasn't as if everyone in Vas was doing it. He couldn't be the only one that thought it was more intimate than most sleeping arrangements, especially between virtual strangers. He looked over at Andy when he referred to Shannon as "your girl", wondering if he was thinking about Luna. He knew Andy felt responsible for her. He wanted to tell Andy to try to talk to her again, but he knew that it would be wasting his breath. Maybe he should try to talk to Luna again. "Yeah," he said at length. "Maybe you're right."
Sam sighed but didn't argue with Andy when he asked him to imagine what it was like feeling ineffectual. It wasn't reall that hard, considering Sam hadn't been able to find any connection to the others or a way to get out. Though, at least he'd been able to move around and offer some physical protection to Shannon and back up to Dean. He could imagine how frustrating a bum leg had to have been for Andy. "I'm not going to tell you how to feel," Sam said slowly. "I mean, I can't. I just wish you didn't feel that way, because you being here has made a difference. For Luna, for Martha, for Sarah, for me."
Sam let out a snort of laughter at being likened to Meredith Baxter. "Whatever, man."
Sam gave Andy a small nod when he told him his waist size, noting it to memory. He seemed to look Andy over one last time to make sure he was really fine before he nodded and went inside the thrift store. The store was dark and cool and Sam was a little regretful that he didn't have an excuse to stay longer as he found a small sunglass display fairly easily. He grabbed the first pair he saw, a bulky plastic pair that belonged in 1987 and then hesitated before grabbing another pair of dusty aviator glasses. He made his way over to the men's clothing, glancing at the sizes and trying to find something that would work as a replacement for Andy's current jeans.
Fifteen minutes later he emerged from the thrift shop wearing the plastic sunglasses. He grinned at Andy, an eyebrow raising over the top of his shades as he shook out a pair of olive parachute pants. "They're a little sore on the eyes, but they might work." He held out the other pair of sunglasses. "Thought this might complete the look."
