|winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2015-01-15 00:13:00
|jacen solo, sam winchester
WHO: Sam & Jacen
WHAT: It's time to take a look at that wall in his head.
WHEN: After this post.
WHERE: The Winchester bunker.
An extensive assortment of weapons were methodically placed along the large, rectangular table that the taller Winchester brother was leaning into. Palms and fingers digging into the edges of the oak engrained surface, Sam looked fixedly at one item in particular - a blade, sharp as can be and fully capable of slicing it's way through most anything a hunter had their eyes on. It was that very knife that had triggered his flash hours prior, leaving Sam with ten times as many questions as he'd started with. Questions that, try as he might, no one wanted to give him the answers to. They were protecting him, he was confident of that, but Sam didn't understand why they had chosen to be so pointedly vague about every detail. The damage had already been done. People were dead. Potentially more people than he had originally anticipated when he'd uncovered those first few flashes during his encounter with the hunters from before. That didn't seem to bother anyone. Nothing mattered, it seemed, except that he stopped asking questions.
Easier said than done.
Luckily for him, Jacen had offered him some assistance on that front. He didn't want to forget what he knew. It was important that he stayed aware, no matter how desperately everyone had begged for him to turn his back on everything. If people were at risk, if people had gotten hurt because of him, Sam wouldn't let that information escape him. He'd brought too much pain into the world before and had spent the longest time burrowing into a place of numbing disinterest, all thanks to demon blood. Sam would never let that happen again. Addiction or not, he wasn't going to be that guy. He wasn't going to stop caring.
No one else would get hurt. Not because of him.
There would be no forgetting. Instead, Jacen would help him seal off whatever it was in his head that was kicking those vivid recollections off. If it was dangerous, as people had warned, then Sam didn't want to find out what was on the other end of those flashes. As curious as he was, he didn't want to risk kicking off whatever it was that Lucifer had done to him. That was what they were worried about, he was sure of it. They'd blocked off whatever brain-washed monster Lucifer had turned him into and if he kept digging there was a chance that the person he had become would surface again.
Face scrunched up thoughtfully, Sam only bothered to turn his surveillance elsewhere when he heard the humming whir of the elevator sliding downward from the level above. Jacen. The bunker was beyond secure. There were layers upon layers of security planted throughout the entire facility, making entry to the uninvited practically impossible. Jacen was expected. Sam had disengaged most of the defenses, leaving Jacen to submit to a facial recognition scan at the door, along with inputting a password that Sam had forward to him during a phone call when he'd given him directions to the bunkers location.
Yeah, Sam thought to himself, the corner of his mouth turning upward a touch, even the Batcave doesn't have security this tight. Debatable, as far as Dean had been concerned, but Sam had waved him off. He was proud of the advanced security. It was the best hunting quarters he'd ever laid eyes on and he'd seen plenty.
The elevator would land on a level two staircases above him. The bunker was a maze, even to him still, so Sam pushed himself away from the table he'd been observing and set off to greet him.