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Tweak says, "You Winchester boys are famous"

Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-02 21:08:00

Entry tags:

!complete, andy gallagher, day 09, location: church, location: thrift store, sam winchester

Who: Sam Winchester & Andy Gallagher
What: Remembering Cold Oak
Where: Starting at the church and heading towards the clocktower
When: Day 9, Morning
Rating: R
Status: Active

Sam had only been drunk a handful of times in his entire life and somehow between the few times he always forgot just how horrible the morning after a night of binge drinking was. He'd been sick earlier, though he was grateful that he'd been able to make it out of the museum and out of the sight of any of it's inhabitants, especially one, before he emptied the contents of his stomach on an unsuspecting bush around the back of the building. He couldn't really think of anything that would've been more embarrassing than having Shannon witness that, except maybe having Dean see it.

He also found himself grateful for the fact that he hadn't yet consumed all of his tic-tacs from his welcome package so that he could put them to good use now. He'd made his way back into the museum and while he normally wouldn't have touched Shannon's supplies without first asking permission he'd taken the liberty of helping himself to her supply of Aleve and a bottle of water. She probably wouldn’t even know, considering she was still sleeping in one of the rooms with Ianto and Jack, though he wasn't entirely sure if she'd care or not. He wasn't sure what had happened between them, but she was definitely acting as if he'd done something wrong. Something that was most clearly evidenced by the fact that she'd decided to sleep with someone else the night before without so much as telling him she was going to do so. Not that she necessarily owed him an explanation, he'd just forgotten momentarily that she didn't. Which was maybe the most disturbing thing of all.

A quick look in the journals had given him an excuse to get out of the museum and had him headed towards the church to meet up with Andy. The pretty day was absolutely wasted on him as he battled the raging headache that remained untouched by the Aleve and squinted against the morning light. Even the sounds of the birds annoyed him as he made the trek from the museum to the church, his shoulders slightly more slouched against the sunshine than they normally would've been. He had finished the water bottle by the time he reached the church, his thoughts moving to his father and his brother as he surveyed the lonely graveyard. By the time he reached the church door there was a part of him that had wished he knew some place where he could curl up alone and go back to sleep and then start the day over hangover free. 'Course wishful thinking hadn't exactly gotten him anywhere before, he didn't exactly have a lot of faith in it now.

He reached up and knocked, the sharp sound of his knuckles on the door seeming to echo. Then, realizing that Andy wasn't exactly the most mobile person at the moment and Luna was out he pushed the door open. "Andy?" He called out, but not as loudly as he normally might've, as he searched the open space for a sign of his friend. "Hey, it's me, Sam."

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demonboyking
2009-06-09 10:41 am UTC (link)

Sam gave a small laugh at Andy's crack at sensitivity. Still, he couldn't really find any fault with his friend's logic. It wouldn't hurt to let her know that he worried about her.

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."

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