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winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming,

"It doesn't look like you lost much of anything," Sam commented, smiling lightly. Wow. Wow. He certainly wasn't the biggest comic book geek in all the world, but Sam knew what it meant to look at something like that in person. It wasn't a movie prop. It wasn't something that someone had tried to imitate making. It was the real thing. This was kind of like being able to go to Hogwarts, where he'd find Dumbledore's wand. Or, okay, maybe not Dumbledore's wand. If he found Dumbledore's wand, Sam might actually do something embarrassing by way of reacting. Something along the lines of jumping up and down and making himself look like an excited little girl. This was like...finding one of the Patil's wands. It was cool. Very cool.

Then, of course, Barbara had to change things up on him. Rather than giving him the opportunity to look at one of the baterang's in awe, she extended it to him. What...exactly did he want him to do with that? He frowned slightly, before he reached forward and took it into his hands and looked down at it. Surprisingly, it wasn't as heavy as it looked like it might have been.

"How...exactly do you -" Sam clamped his mouth shut. "Is it like a frisbee? I've never thrown one of these before. I've done knives. But not this."