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Tweak says, "So ya better get outta my way"

winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-03-26 15:42:00

Entry tags:

martha jones, sam winchester

WHO: Sam & Martha.
WHAT: Martha has a key.
WHEN: Late afternoon.
WHERE: Bobby's place.
RATING: PG-13 at best.

Whenever training for the day ended, Sam usually found himself in any location that wasn't the inside of Bobby's house. It was a decent enough house and Sam liked it well enough to have stayed there more than once (the place had a friggin' panic room, for crying out loud - if there was anywhere that he felt safe enough to crash, it was definitely Bobby's), but he just wasn't feeling the need to hang out inside when there were so many different people coming in and out at all times. A new group this week, then another the week after. Sam didn't mind training everyone (at least to a certain point; he was still pissed off that they weren't out tracking Lilith), but every now and again he needed to be away from the groups of people and just out. Less questions on why this needed to be done against demons and how that worked against werewolves or whatever else the routine of the day was. Sam just needed a break, plain and simple. A few breaths of fresh air, a simple enough walk around the salvage yard to keep himself from getting too frustrated. An important thing, he'd noticed, was that he had to keep his patience often when he was working with these people. Why? The fact that there were a few of them that could probably give him a good ass kicking was a decent factor. But the idea of alienating these people who could prove to be excellent allies in the future was the last thing that Sam ever wanted to do. They had proven themselves capable in the past. If Sam failed in his fight against Lilith, they would need to be ready. They'd need to be able to protect themselves and everyone else from the white-eyed bitch that had killed his brother.

Biting down onto his lip, Sam stared hard at the dusty spot on the ground before him. He had given up on walking some time ago; rather, he'd taken to a spot near some of the old, rusting vehicles that were piled up on top of one another. Arms folded across his chest, Sam had leaned back against a stack (a Ford with the doors missing on each side, the twisted frame of a Mustang, and what Sam thought might well have been the remains of a Chevy Blazer) of vehicles to think. They had a few more weeks left in this place. No word on Lilith from anywhere. The best he could think of doing was hunting around for a while until something came up, but even then that wouldn't be enough, would it? Quite honestly, Sam was half tempted to try summoning her. It had worked well enough for Ruby the few times he'd done it. Why not attempt the same with her? At least then she wouldn't be in hiding anymore.

At the same time, who was to say she'd even bother coming for him?

Scowling moodily, Sam turned on the stack of vehicles and barely resisted bringing a leg out to kick it. No kicking the mountain of unstable looking cars. That'd be a bad plan. It was a good thing he'd held out on the temptation, too, as Sam could hear footsteps approaching. The last thing that he needed was to give anyone reason to think something was bothering him. He didn't want people to know that he was bothered. So, as best as he could, Sam straightened up and turned around. Face neutral. Body less tense than it had been before. Sam pushed a hand through his dark hair and looked ahead, eyes meeting the approaching figure immediately.

Martha. It was Martha. Well, that wasn't so bad. It could have been Morgana again, after all.

"Uh, hey."

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legendinhertime
2010-03-28 12:45 am UTC (link)

She was having a great time, really she was, but occasionally being in close quarters with people left her needing time to clear her thoughts. In instances such as these she was sometimes reminded of the overcrowded houses where the humans has lived in during the Year that Wasn't. And while she had done her best to purge her memory of such events, she knew it would never completely occur.

She'd just needed some time to herself. Yes her muscles ached and she was almost certain she looked a fright, but she was out. The grounds were a salvage yard with cars piled up taller than she was. Unlike inside it was quiet, or quieter. She'd just been walking rather aimlessly, her hand wrapped around the TARDIS key in her pocket - wishing to feel the familiar pulse that the key often held when it was in the same universe as the TARDIS. But it was no go. There was nothing to be done. Admittedly she was enjoying the training thus far but it was very difficult. She'd at least been adapting rather well.

She didn't even realize that there was someone else there until she heard the voice and looked up from her surroundings. She was surprised, to her it was as if he'd come out of nowhere. But he'd been there the whole time. "Oh. Sam. Hullo." She shook her head slightly, trying to get rid of any remaining surprise. "Sorry, didn't see you... or anything for that matter. Was getting a bit crowded inside..."’

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ex_demonbloo908
2010-03-28 11:22 pm UTC (link)

Sam forced a tense laugh. "Yeah, you're telling me. Before all this training camp stuff, this place was usually pretty dead. Never even saw a customer come in and outta here in all the times I've visited." It was a salvage yard, sure, but Sam hadn't seen much salvaging going on. Of course, he only usually came around when they were focusing on an extremely important hunt. When that happened, things generally tended to get pretty crazy. Bobby didn't exactly have the time (or patience, for that matter) to be dealing with any lousy car talk. Lousy, yeah. Because Sam really didn't care about cars that much. It was a means of transportation, not something to be gabbed and worshiped about like some people seemed to believe. People like Dean, for example.

"You could probably talk Bobby into loaning you one of his cars, if that's any consolation. Could go drive around town or something. Get outta here for a couple hours." He had considered doing so himself, but Sam didn't think he'd know where to go if he tried. Would probably just end up driving in circles until he felt it was time to get back. Maybe. "He's got tons of spares around here. 'Course, whether or not those spares are actually drivable is another story entirely..."

The place was a junkyard, after all. He didn't think that Bobby had more than one or two vehicles on the property that were worth anyone's time. Another reason as to why the place was usually so dead.

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legendinhertime
2010-03-30 04:54 am UTC (link)

"Well I don't think getting out is the issues. Just being in such close quarters... it brings back memories. Some things that I know I'll never forget." She sighed looking up at the sky. It was grey. She'd come to expect that. Especially at this time of day. "If I wanted to disappear, I could just slip on the key and find an out of the way place, keep myself out of sight," she shrugged. "But I thought it best to just take a walk. See what else was about."

She glanced at the stacks of cars. "Sort of makes you wonder just how long he's allowed these to accumulate," she admitted. She saw a few models that had been retired. It was rather impressive all things considered. "So, what brings you out here?" she asked, curious. "Thought you'd be using downtime to have a meeting with one of your mates, or your brother..."

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ex_demonbloo908
2010-03-30 06:24 am UTC (link)

"There's not much to do around here." He wasn't lying. Bobby's place was like that one rock in the middle of the desert. It was large enough to provide you shade if you were smart about using it, but it was pretty boring and didn't do much by way of keeping you satisfied. The shelter in the storm of the heat. That's kind of what it had always been to Sam and Dean. They'd come here for the worst of the worst, use Bobby and his infinite resources, right along with that amazing panic room he had built over a 'free weekend'. Sam had to admit, the guy knew how to keep a place safe. The panic room in itself was, without a doubt, the most interesting room here. The rest of it...eh. If Sam felt like reading, he'd dig into some of the old texts. But even then it didn't have the same effect on him as it used to, seeing as Chloe had worked at putting most of the information he'd had onto a single computer. She had shown Sam how to access the information from his laptop at any location, so now Sam didn't have to constantly harass Bobby over borrowing his books for research. Research, lately, being his curiosity getting the better of him. Sam usually read things that held no relevance to what was going on around him at the time. He liked being prepared for the future.

"Been here for as long as I can remember," Sam said, nodding toward the cars. They didn't seem to be moving anytime soon. Sam could still recognize some of them from his earlier visits this year, while a few here and there seemed to be newer. Or maybe Sam just couldn't tell one car from the other because he didn't much care about auto stuff in general. "I just needed some air," he explained, shrugging. "Can talk to the others anytime I want. All day. During training." He laughed a little. Another tense one. "You said something about a key?"

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legendinhertime
2010-03-30 07:47 am UTC (link)

She wasn't certain about that laugh of his. There was something slightly off, but then this whole situation was off. Hell this whole place was off. But there was some peace here. Out of the way of the main house, among the cars. It reminded her of... well she didn't entirely know where, but it did seem familiar. Maybe it was just that it was peaceful here. She didn't know. But it had called to her since she'd arrived. And she was rather glad for it.

"I suppose it happens to the best of us," especially since that was the reason that she'd come out herself. He had a point about the talking. Perhaps she'd been a bit hasty in her question, but she thought it appropriate at the time. "More to life than training," she nodded. She was enjoying the work. She'd fallen into the swing of things and it was all being added to what she'd already learnt.

When he mentioned the key she realzied that indeed she had, not that she'd forgotten. She smiled over at him. "I did promise you a demonstration, didn't I?" She unsnapped the pocket of her black over-jacket - she'd brought her UNIT clothes with her. It was what she had arrived in, and thankfully since then she'd been able to buy more with her salary from her job. Reaching her hand in she grabbed the chain that the key was set on and pulled it up, revealing what looked like a normal lock-key. "Don't let it fool you, its not what it seems," she grinned.

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