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Tweak says, "He's dead, Jim."

Sam Winchester (_bitch) wrote,
@ 2009-11-13 12:53:00

Current location:	Some crappy motel
Current mood:	annoyed
Entry tags:	character:dean, character:sam, time:prestanford, type:scene

Well wait, what's today's date? There's plenty of time left to procrastinate - or plan my escape;

As far as papers go, even Sam thinks this one is stupid. He’s supposed to argue a point he doesn’t even agree with, which is annoying and stupid in the first place, and makes the actual writing of it feel like pulling teeth, or stitching a wound, or some other tedious and painful task. And then he's had Dad bugging him about everything up until he left yesterday, and Dean being Dean and acting like Sam accomplishing good grades is pointless and stupid, or like he just doesn’t get that Sam can’t think while his brother is acting like a bored six year old (how he managed to be the mature one of the two of them is beyond him; you'd think Dean being older would actually mean something other than that he thinks it's his brotherly duty to make Sam miserable). And this is a huge chunk of his grade on top of that, and if his GPA drops much, he won’t be able to keep his scholarships, and he needs those. This paper's been assigned for a week, it's due tomorrow, and he's only just managed to get it started today.

So he's not exactly in the best of moods right now.

But still, he’s gotten a few minutes while Dean went out for food (knowing his brother, he’s going to come back with something grease laden and completely unhealthy, and he’ll have conveniently forgotten that Sam asked for a salad, and Sam will have to end up eating whatever he brings because he’s not going to waste the time to go get something he actually wants to eat, never mind that getting the credit card they’re using this month from Dean would be impossibly hard), and he's going to make the best of it - he’s ready to kick this paper’s ass. Seriously. As soon as he figures out how he’s supposed to give reasons why this stupid opinion is valid when he doesn’t really think it is, anyway.

He’s gotten maybe two hundred of the required thousand words done when the motel room door swings open, loud creak of hinges and then the slam of it hitting the wall, and his brother comes inside, door banged closed after him. Sam sighs and glares in his direction at the interruption.

“Could you maybe try to be a little louder? I don’t think the entire complex knows you’re here yet.”

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_bitch
2009-12-27 06:53 pm UTC (link)

>“That's... something.”

Sam nods a little, eyes down on the book he’s scanning for relevant information he can pass along, and he ignores the falsity in the tone because forced enthusiasm is far better than what’s been going on lately. He pointedly isn’t looking anywhere near the direction of his father. Yeah, he’s pretending to be agreeable, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to make it look like he’s enjoying it.

He glances up when Dean sits next to him, then goes back to trying to find the right page in the book, the page where it tells them what they need and how to do this. If they're going to be doing this - which apparently they are, and apparently tonight or something, which is stupid, but whatever, not like he'll be doing anything, anyway - they need to do it right.

"There," he points, and his finger stops half down one of the pages, on a block of text under a rough sketch someone did of one of these things, nightmarish face in thin black lines, and he lets his eyes skim past that, doesn't want to see, taps his finger a little on the old paper.

"There's instructions on a basic ritual here. Set up, requirements, process - everything." He looks back over at his brother and shrugs, "Unless this one is special somehow, it shouldn't be hard." Even though his words are optimistic, his tone is sullen, more a just get it over with already than anything.

They're going to go out and risk their necks again, and then they'll leave town, and he doesn't want either. He just wants them to stop this and stay somewhere, and they never will so he'll never be able to stay with them, if they even survive one more hunt one more month one more year. There's nothing he can do about it, and he's so, so tired of having to realize that over and over again.

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