"I worry about everything," Sam says, no real punch of anything harsh behind it. So it goes, though — a few days pass this way. Dean does his own thing, Sam does his own. One of the women in camp gives Sam a long-sleeve after he explains that he had been horribly scarred and is self-conscious about it, which is true; he's mostly worried people will see that he should clearly be infected. Worried that they'll see him as a freak... which he is. But still. He keeps Dean's jacket, because Dean keeps his, and that's fine with him.
He works on the wall. He eats. He works. Sleeps a few hours a night. He's skinnier but he's got a lot of lean muscle, can reach further than most of the other men in camp. It's good this way. Of course, nighttime is always hard — he ends up seeing Lucifer often, and the angel seems to be unfazed by Sam's continual refusals. But his vessel looks like it's fit to burst. He comes back one night with a little boy's vessel, skin already flecking from not being strong enough for such a force, and Sam wakes up and has to muffle his miserable tears into his hands where he lay.
He copes as best he can with that, and on the fifth day of Dean's searching and Sam's working, he sits down surrounded by the local kids (there's eight of them, eight children, alive and vibrant). He shows them a slew of magic tricks with an old dusty set of poker cards, and they're amazed. It's a good thing he had a stint trying to be a magician as a child, isn't it?
He glances up to see Dean wandering back into camp, the children all looking back, too.
"Now there's a magic trick, kids. Trying to make that guy look anything other than — " He makes a face to mimic Dean's, and the kids all hoot and holler with laughter. One kid says Maybe Dean's face is just stuck that way!, and Sam has to try not to laugh himself.
"Can I try the quarter trick, Tommy?" An older boy says. He takes the quarter and pulls a small boy, about three or four, to the side. They look a lot a like, and for a moment Sam's heart hurts at the thought that they're likely brothers. Ready, Mason?? the boy says, and the small child gasps in wonder when his brother reveals a quarter, in fact, behind the boy's ear. It's in moments like this, that Sam feels the most at ease.
"You gotta work on that, I could totally tell," says Polly.
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He works on the wall. He eats. He works. Sleeps a few hours a night. He's skinnier but he's got a lot of lean muscle, can reach further than most of the other men in camp. It's good this way. Of course, nighttime is always hard — he ends up seeing Lucifer often, and the angel seems to be unfazed by Sam's continual refusals. But his vessel looks like it's fit to burst. He comes back one night with a little boy's vessel, skin already flecking from not being strong enough for such a force, and Sam wakes up and has to muffle his miserable tears into his hands where he lay.
He copes as best he can with that, and on the fifth day of Dean's searching and Sam's working, he sits down surrounded by the local kids (there's eight of them, eight children, alive and vibrant). He shows them a slew of magic tricks with an old dusty set of poker cards, and they're amazed. It's a good thing he had a stint trying to be a magician as a child, isn't it?
He glances up to see Dean wandering back into camp, the children all looking back, too.
"Now there's a magic trick, kids. Trying to make that guy look anything other than — " He makes a face to mimic Dean's, and the kids all hoot and holler with laughter. One kid says Maybe Dean's face is just stuck that way!, and Sam has to try not to laugh himself.
"Can I try the quarter trick, Tommy?" An older boy says. He takes the quarter and pulls a small boy, about three or four, to the side. They look a lot a like, and for a moment Sam's heart hurts at the thought that they're likely brothers. Ready, Mason?? the boy says, and the small child gasps in wonder when his brother reveals a quarter, in fact, behind the boy's ear. It's in moments like this, that Sam feels the most at ease.
"You gotta work on that, I could totally tell," says Polly.
"Maybe you guys'll do better with Go Fish..."