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

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!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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brain_ninja
2009-06-15 01:51 pm UTC (link)

"That," Andy said firmly, wiping the smirk off his face for effect, "is precisely what it means." And then, he grinned and rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Just wait, Sam, until I can get in there and grab something for you. Don't come crying to me when it's my turn to do you a favor in the clothing department and you end up with a dress," he joked.

With a scandalized look, Andy tipped his head down and looked at Sam over the top of the aviators. "Are you kidding me? That guy is a fucking nut job. I'll take wife-beater role king Fred Savage over that crazy fucker any day," he replied, laughing. He watched as Sam stepped back inside to discard those awful parachute pants and he took up stride with Sam, happy that he could actually keep up with his long-legged friend with minimal effort. It was kind of a moment of secret, personal triumph for Andy, realizing he could keep pace with someone whose steps Andy nearly needed to doublt to keep up with. Shit yeah... "Not too shabby, man," he replied to Sam's question, looking up at him again and giving a facial shrug of only half Sam could probably see, given the shades Andy was now donning. "She's takin' it out today, man, I'm good to go."

When Sam made comment about Lexie's having thought of dental floss, he smiled proudly. "Yeah, she's pretty cool; you should meet her," he replied, his eyes getting a bit of a far off look, even if Sam wouldn't be able to see it. He blinked, then, to bring himself back and nodded. "Doc Lex is the shit, bro. Dude, though, I gotta say...I could've lived without the bad trip I got pulled into when she knocked me out to do the stitches. I guess being high as fuck doesn't always beat passing out from pain. If I could do it again, I'd fuckin' just have her do it when I was awake and shit; that was the worst trip ever, man, and I am never touching hallucinogens again as long as I live," he vowed.

The gravel crunched under their sneakers as they moved down the road and under the bright, warm sunshine, Andy felt pretty fucking good. It was nice to have company, and it was even nicer to be able to move around and not worry about how long he'd been on the leg and whether he should go back to the church and retreat into his loneliness just to keep from tearing the wound. It was cool having Sam around, actually, and even if maybe he never would've ended up being friends with the guy in the real world, he actually kinda fuckin' liked Sam. Ol' boy was pretty good company, really, and it was nice as hell to see a familiar face from the real world - or, more specifically, nice to see a familiar face that didn't turn away whenever Andy was in their sights.

But, he was feeling good and feeling able and Sam was there, and they were hangin' the fuck out. Like hell he was gonna let himself fall into the land of the emos with thoughts about Trace. Not now. Not ever, if he could help it, really.

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demonboyking
2009-06-23 10:08 am UTC (link)

Sam let out an amused huff and shook his head. "A dress? Come on, those weren't that bad. They help air circulation."

He couldn't help but laugh at the look Andy gave him over his glasses, the sound of it echoing slightly in the quiet morning. "It wouldn't be that bad, at least you get Katie Holmes in the deal, right?"

Sam nodded and looked away from the leg, afraid that Andy might take his concern as slightly insulting. The leg itself in it's bloodied pants didn't look that much better to Sam, but Andy was moving fairly well on it. Sam raised an eyebrow as Andy talked about being knocked out for the stitches. "Where did she even find hallucinogens in this place?" Sam asked, mentally going through the locations. Unless the pharmacy actually had some prescription drugs he'd missed.

There was a moment of comfortable silence as they continued down the road and Sam found himself relaxing for the first time in a long time. It had felt good to get his concerns about Shannon off his chest to someone he trusted wouldn't compromise his situation with her. Besides, he knew Andy had been, or might even be, in the same place as him, which made his advice plausable and worth thinking about. Sam had never really been good at talking to women that he liked. It was a miracle he'd ended up with Jess at all, considering how long he'd been into her before he actually got up the nerve to ask her out.

He looked up as they approached the other edge of town. The clocktower loomed up ahead, throwing a shadow over the ground in the morning light and marking the beginning of the woods. It was funny how waking up here and meeting Merope felt like it'd been years ago, instead of just a couple of days. He opened his mouth to tell Andy so, when his eye caught sight of the body hanging from the face of the broken clock.

Sam cursed, moving faster as he tried to make out the features of the person hanging. As he got closer he was relived and guilty to find it wasn't someone he knew or had met previously. It didn't matter whether or not he'd met them. Only that someone else was dead.

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