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winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming,

Typically, Sam would have gone out to Jo's bar for a drink. If he had been feeling up to the company, Sam probably would have done just that. But he was in one of his moods. They came along every now and again, especially as of late, in which he would sulk and brood about how he screwed up on the Lilith and Lucifer front and would spend the night hating himself. He promised himself he'd spend less time doing so and more focusing on fixing the problem, but with the combined effect of his blood addiction hitting him over the head more strongly than usual, Sam found that he really just needed to get out and wipe the slate clean. A few beers, then he'd start fresh in the morning with his head back in the game. This wasn't the end. He was going to get better - he had to, right? If the world was going to end, then he wanted to be a man when it did. Not a screwed up monster. So Sam found the closest bar to the grungy motel he'd been camping out in and took the first available seat. In no time, Sam found that he had gotten lost in a few beers.

Then he noticed something somewhat peculiar. It wasn't unusual, not entirely, but it was strange enough for him in the state of mind that he was currently in for Sam to scrunch his face into a confused sort of frown and look over at the woman sitting a few seats over. He squinted at her for a long moment, then shook his head and snorted to himself. "Blue hair." The girl had blue hair. That was...huh. Funny. Sam rubbed at his neck and took another swig from his bottle. He wasn't quite drunk, but he sure as hell was tipsy. He'd have to call Martha or Dean to come pick him up. Maybe he'd settle for a cab. Or the bus. Bus was good. He could ride the bus back. It was safe and reliable, even if Sam didn't use it often. He preferred driving. But he couldn't drive now, could he? Nope. Sam smiled to himself. No, he could not.

Okay, maybe he was a little more than tipsy.