Sam Winchester (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
collegedropout) wrote2013-08-12 09:53 pm
collegedropout) wrote2013-08-12 09:53 pm
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IC Contact.
"This is Sam -- just leave a message, I'll get back to you."
"This is Sam -- just leave a message, I'll get back to you."
That you were going to tell me what the hell is going on around here.
[What if he just...
rolls over and goes back to sleep
in mild disappointment.]
rolls over and goes back to sleep
in mild disappointment.]
All I've heard for the past week is yelling, slamming doors, and a bunch of angry energy that's seriously blocking the channels I need open to be able to see into the future, Sam.
I know where you're sleeping, idiot, you may as well just answer me before I accidentally dump ashes over you when I'm cleaning out the fire pit.
I know you're awake, you just answered me. Stop avoiding the issue.
[ . . . what if he passed out or something or is dead.]
[She's just going to casually lean into the fire reading room, voice quiet, but still loud enough to be heard -- concerned.]
Sam? Are you alright?
[She figures asking if he's alive would be kind of rude.]
Sam? Are you alright?
[She figures asking if he's alive would be kind of rude.]
[Not much of a reply from the heap on the bed, other than an arm danging off the edge of the cot twitching mildly. He's clammy and pale and there's a familiar cat trying to desperately make those limp fingertips scratch at its ears, pacing back and forth against them. Judging by the piles of books and papers, he was up a few hours ago; the ink is dry on a bestiary page, but fresh and dark.
Further investigation will find Riot buried under the other arm. And a fairy. And possibly another cat.
But Sam is not a crazy cat lady.]
Further investigation will find Riot buried under the other arm. And a fairy. And possibly another cat.
But Sam is not a crazy cat lady.]
[She makes a slight face at the sight of her cat taking up a large amount of space on Sam's cot -- and Adva, too, being aggravating, as usual. But she sighs, tiptoeing forward to adjust the papers and books so they avoid getting destroyed by the cats, frowning in irritation at Sam, who was conscious ten seconds ago.
He's getting worse. There's not really much she can do about that.
Still, with how pale and clammy he is...
Rei huffs softly to herself and leaves. Ten minutes later, she is back -- and when Sam wakes up, there is a pitcher of water with a little note attached.]
YOU STILL AREN'T GETTING OUT OF IT.
MY VISIONS ALWAYS COME TRUE.
He's getting worse. There's not really much she can do about that.
Still, with how pale and clammy he is...
Rei huffs softly to herself and leaves. Ten minutes later, she is back -- and when Sam wakes up, there is a pitcher of water with a little note attached.]
YOU STILL AREN'T GETTING OUT OF IT.
MY VISIONS ALWAYS COME TRUE.
[Sam waking up is usually a slow and sad affair, but when he takes note of the pitcher of water and the note he frowns until his forehead is pretty much frowning with him. Let it be known Sam Winchester will never turn down a pitcher of water (there are things about the panic room left unsaid), and after drinking a hefty portion of it he grabs a journal, pokes his head out to see where he is compared to nosy priestesses, and starts a beeline for the outside world.
He's not so bad that he can't go enjoy a little sunlight while he writes, anyway.
...
While avoiding people and their visions.
He does leave her a little note, though.]
first time for everything
He's not so bad that he can't go enjoy a little sunlight while he writes, anyway.
...
While avoiding people and their visions.
He does leave her a little note, though.]
first time for everything
[Sam misses her by about ten minutes, when she comes to check on him -- and when she huffs and returns back to her room, she finds the note, and crumples it in irritation.
First time for everything. First time Sam gets away with backtalking her, maybe.
When Sam wanders back to his cot, there is a note attached to his pillow:]
The cat is going to bring you a dead mouse tonight.
[And, true to form --
-- Youma, indeed, drops a dead mouse in the room later that evening.
She is, indeed, never wrong.]
First time for everything. First time Sam gets away with backtalking her, maybe.
When Sam wanders back to his cot, there is a note attached to his pillow:]
The cat is going to bring you a dead mouse tonight.
[And, true to form --
-- Youma, indeed, drops a dead mouse in the room later that evening.
She is, indeed, never wrong.]
[HOURS LATER.
Ew gross. Gross. Sam has half a mind to just throw the thing out his window, because even if he considers a burial (what the fuck, the illness is getting to him), there's a better method to the madness. He huffs and hobbles over to his PCD, typing away.]
You're not the only one who's confident in their visions.
10 minutes, Riot the Dog will deliver a suspiciously alike mouse to your door.
It's definitely not the same one.
[And sure enough, Riot sits in front of her door with his tail thumping excitedly.
Not that Sam sent him or something.
...
He's going to just go ahead and go read under a tree today.]
Ew gross. Gross. Sam has half a mind to just throw the thing out his window, because even if he considers a burial (what the fuck, the illness is getting to him), there's a better method to the madness. He huffs and hobbles over to his PCD, typing away.]
You're not the only one who's confident in their visions.
10 minutes, Riot the Dog will deliver a suspiciously alike mouse to your door.
It's definitely not the same one.
[And sure enough, Riot sits in front of her door with his tail thumping excitedly.
Not that Sam sent him or something.
...
He's going to just go ahead and go read under a tree today.]
[ROUGHLY TEN SECONDS AFTER RIOT DROPS OFF THE DEAD RAT]
GET THIS DISGUSTING DEAD RODENT OFF OF MY BED SAM WINCHESTER OR I'LL FORESEE MY FIST IN YOUR FACE
GET THIS DISGUSTING DEAD RODENT OFF OF MY BED SAM WINCHESTER OR I'LL FORESEE MY FIST IN YOUR FACE
[LEGITIMATE FIVE SECONDS OF SURPRISED DUMB LAUGHTER MUFFLED THROUGH THE WALLS.]
[When Sam wakes up in the morning on the 12th, there will be a serving or two of old-fashioned homemade strawberry ice cream in a super-chilled metal container sitting on the table next to Sam's cot. Be careful handling it because Castiel doesn't feel like dealing with frostbite, but he had to make sure it wouldn't melt in the fire room. >:c]
[ugh the thing is disgusting and torn apart and covered in dog drool and once Rei gingerly picks it up with a cloth and dumps it out of her window, she strips her bed clean and contemplates burning her sheets to get rid of the
dead mouse germs.
in retrospect it's kind of ridiculous that a teenager that has literally died and gotten torn apart and put back together in order to save the world finds a dead mouse disgusting BUT]
It isn't funny.
That's how the Black Plague was spread.
Jerk.
dead mouse germs.
in retrospect it's kind of ridiculous that a teenager that has literally died and gotten torn apart and put back together in order to save the world finds a dead mouse disgusting BUT]
It isn't funny.
That's how the Black Plague was spread.
Jerk.
I hope that's not a hint at another vision.
[He's only half joking, how the fuck will he know what Adstring brings.]
[He's only half joking, how the fuck will he know what Adstring brings.]
No.
A giant dragon is coming soon to destroy half of the city.
No plague yet.
A giant dragon is coming soon to destroy half of the city.
No plague yet.
... Okay, the dragon thing sounds kind of like something I'd like to hear about?
[Offline/Delivery] using this icon to imply the ice cream glows with celestial intent obviously
collegedropout
2014-03-12 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
[... Not exactly what he expected to wake up to.
But no, no frostbite. Not even the severity of his lack of appetite can ruin the sight, and he slowly slides himself upright in the bed. Not before looking around like someone's about to punk him, though. There are a few people he considers could have done this. Rei... likely not. Rosie, definitely a possibility. Cas trying to pep him up? Dean would have been - more straightforward with food, at a time like this.
His frown softens.
Could be Akito or Ishtar or maybe even Jenny. They all had that habit of shoving food at him. Whoever it was, he can at least respect the effort and eat something that clearly took time to bring together in a place like this. He pads through the house, better on his feet today than his worser days. He sits on one of the old couches they'd dragged in for a living room and sighs in relief when he finally sits back down.
It's good, though. Really good. Better than the hellrot everything else has tasted like for a while.
He also shares with the little fairy that has been stalking him for a while now.]
But no, no frostbite. Not even the severity of his lack of appetite can ruin the sight, and he slowly slides himself upright in the bed. Not before looking around like someone's about to punk him, though. There are a few people he considers could have done this. Rei... likely not. Rosie, definitely a possibility. Cas trying to pep him up? Dean would have been - more straightforward with food, at a time like this.
His frown softens.
Could be Akito or Ishtar or maybe even Jenny. They all had that habit of shoving food at him. Whoever it was, he can at least respect the effort and eat something that clearly took time to bring together in a place like this. He pads through the house, better on his feet today than his worser days. He sits on one of the old couches they'd dragged in for a living room and sighs in relief when he finally sits back down.
It's good, though. Really good. Better than the hellrot everything else has tasted like for a while.
He also shares with the little fairy that has been stalking him for a while now.]
[His neutral expression wavers into something heavier.
A minute or so later:]
This future is a little more important than mine right about now.
A minute or so later:]
This future is a little more important than mine right about now.
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