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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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brain_ninja
2009-07-14 06:59 pm UTC (link)

Sam's answer was the one Andy didn't want to hear but was afraid he would. It seemed pretty loud and clear. You can't leave and you'll die trying, it said to Andy. Just like Lily. He couldn't help wondering how Sam had gotten them out of Cold Oak, as implied, but he wouldn't ask.

The extra weight of the nameless man on top of the dull ache in his thigh was a bit more than Andy could actually handle, but he was going to suck it up because there was no way in hell he was going to force Sam to do this all on his own. Someone had to bury this man; it wasn't right to just leave him. But...he couldn't expect Sam to do it alone, especially when it had been Andy's suggestion in the first place. So, he gritted his teeth and hefted the man with Sam's help back down the stairs and outside.

Once they'd put him down, Andy wiped his brow with the back of his hand, letting out a heavy sigh. "Nah, man," he replied, shaking his head. "We're not that lucky," he added, looking around. His eyes rested on a few broken planks of wood just outside and off to the left side of the building. Retrieving them, Andy held one out to Sam and kept the other for himself. "This'll have to do, huh?" he asked, frowning apologetically.

Without really waiting for an answer, Andy headed back out to the same side of the building and set to work, starting to dig the grave.

When all was said and done, Andy felt emotionally raw. He didn't want to be around Sam, or anyone, but he still needed the stitches out of his leg and Lexie had been kind enough to offer to take them out even after her set clinic hours. Eyes purposefully averted to the dirt road ahead, Andy finally spoke, breaking a long, uncomfortable silence. "You mind walking me to the gym, man?" he asked quietly. "I gotta get the stitches out but I'm kinda sore, now..." he admitted.

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demonboyking
2009-07-16 10:18 pm UTC (link)

Sam looked up from the newly dug grave and over at Andy. He nodded. "Yeah, sure, man." he said, stepping away from the grave and feeling a guilty sense of relief as they turned their back on it. As an afterthought he opened his mouth to ask Andy if he was okay, but he knew without a doubt that the answer would be no. Neither of them were okay.

People were dying.

And there was nothing they could do about it. This body had been set up for them. Had been waiting for them all morning to deliver it's undeniable message. You're not going anywhere.. The only other possibility was that he had another Ava on his hands and he didn't want to think about that possibility at all.

He and Andy walked in silence, moving much slower than they had been before. Sam's hangover had intensified from the exertion of burying the nameless man and all he really wanted to do was head somewhere still and quiet and sleep it off. Sleep all of it off.

"Mind if I head back to the church to grab some sleep?" He asked, glancing over at Andy. "The museum's a little occupied."

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