sam winchester (thesamsquatch) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-08-04 10:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | paige matthews, sam winchester |
Who: Sam Winchester & Paige Matthews
What: demonstrations of magic
When: Sunday morning
Where: the park
Warnings: TBD
In a lot of ways, Sam was grateful for the dog's presence in his life. Or, he supposed, Bolt's presence. He wasn't sure if the name was going to stick, but the dog sure as hell seemed to be. And he was keeping Sam from becoming a shut-in, from getting too deep inside his own head, so in that way he was definitely grateful. It gave him a job to do, to look out for the dog, even if he wasn't doing such a good job of looking after himself. Even with Dean here and the world steadied on its axis, most of the time he still felt like his head was spinning.
But of course, he'd gotten really good at covering that up, after having spent a year acting like nothing was wrong while he walked around hallucinating. He could manage to act like he knew what was real and what wasn't right now, too, even though it had occurred to him that he might be in some kind of a coma after the car crash and this whole magical town and everyone in it was inside his head. That would make at least as much sense as all of it being real. Still, he was almost three full days into this weird vacation and time was still going by normally, everything still seemed solid, and no matter how many times he tried to snap himself out of it, nothing changed.
So he ate, and slept, and worked on the list that he and his brother were putting together, and ran through the network to check on people, and got drinks and went for runs and tried to be somewhat social. And when he wasn't doing any of that-- sometimes even when he was-- Bolt was there, following him around, nudging him when he got lost in his thoughts, giving him quizzical looks, whining until Sam took him out for a run or to play fetch at the park. And he didn't mind, couldn't mind, really, because a part of him knew that he needed it.
And that was how he was out at the park, checking the network on his phone, pausing only to lean down, pick up the tennis ball, and chuck it again every time Bolt brought it back. They'd already had a run this morning, but there was seemingly no end to the dog's energy. At least when he was playing fetch, Sam was able to multitask.
Once he agreed for Paige to meet him here, though, he put the phone in his pocket and started paying attention to his surroundings. A part-angel was about to show up in front of him (or, based on experience, behind him was more likely), after all, and he didn't want to be caught off guard. At least she'd said that her method of traveling involved a sound and some lights as a warning, and sure enough, he heard something a little ways to the right of him and saw the lights when he turned his head. When she appeared completely, he gave her a slight smile. "Well, that was less unnerving than the angel travel I'm used to, I'll give you that."