"Hi, you've reached Sam Winchester. I can't come to the phone right now, but leave a message after the beep, and I'll get back to you."

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Sam was sitting in the front room of the house, staring out the window as the people of Fandom passed him by. He'd had a rough year, not that anyone would know since he'd been on the back burner since their lives seemed so much more important. His parents were so busy fighting the Skywalkers that it was like they didn't even notice him. He'd gone bad and made all the wrong choices, and they still didn't care. Clearly, the only thing left to do was brood as sexily as possible. It was too early to go outside and do anything, after all.

[Open for family members or anyone else who wants to come by.]

With all of the major details set, the one big thing left to do for the fundraiser was to make sure everyone was officially notified.

( Cut for adorable image. )



[Aaand here's your official invitation to get everyone here for Soap Opera Weekend 2: Soap Harder. Invitation made by the awesome thatsamilkshake!]

The closer it got to Thanksgiving, the more Sam wanted to just curl up and let the weekend pass him by. He and Peter were supposed to be spending the holiday together, and every talk of food or the big dinner reminded him that he was going to be alone instead.

Luckily, he still had a few things to keep himself occupied and unswallowed by emo grief. In addition to Thanksgiving dinner, he had an alumni event to plan, and while that didn't come without its own set of Peter-related thoughts, it also gave him the chance to lose himself in organization. This morning, his depression was being put on hold for the sake of sending out e-mail.

To: FH Alumni
From: Sam Winchester
Subject: Ideas Needed For Fundraising Event

Hey everyone. On behalf of the Student Council, I'd like to invite you all to an alumni banquet and fundraiser next weekend. The banquet itself will be held on Friday night, but you're welcome to stay for the whole weekend if you'd like. As of right now, we haven't chosen a specific cause to donate money towards at the event, and since the evening is meant for you guys, I figured suggestions should come from you first. If you have any ideas for a good cause to support, send them my way, because I'd love to hear them. Thanks, and I look forward to seeing you all next weekend.

Sincerely,
Sam Winchester

[This is your quasi-official invitation for alumni to come and be around for Soap Opera Weekend. :) There's a specific cause planned, and those who are supposed to respond know who they are, but feel free to reply anyway if you'd like!]

When Dean had suggested that he and Sam find something to hunt this weekend, Sam hadn't been so sure that it was a good idea. But one exorcised ghost later, Sam had to admit that Dean's distraction tactic had worked, and he'd gone whole hours at a time without thinking about Peter. Now, they were continuing the distraction with something easier - beers at a local bar where the bartender didn't seem to have any problem with their fake IDs. Sam wasn't sure how much drinking he was going to do, but the nice thing about being with his brother was that he knew Dean would take care of him if he had too many.

[For Dean!]

Sam was still at the house, even though he'd gone to class today, and while he was back on the couch, he was managing to stay upright. It was easier to be on his laptop that way, to search for any news that might be related to Peter and Nathan and the explosion. It might not have been healthy to dwell on finding details like this, but he didn't really care.

[For one!]

There were plenty of things Sam should have been doing with his day - going to class, talking to people about what had happened to Peter, eating, maybe even bathing - but that required energy that he just didn't have right now. Instead, Sam was lying on the couch in the living room, staring at the Food Network on the TV. He didn't have to pay that much attention to let himself be distracted, and it was better than staring at nothing and not being about to stop himself from thinking about the explosion, and everything else.

[Open!]

Sam was grateful for the unseasonably warm weather as he headed to the beach to meet up with Isabel. He hadn't expected to hear from anyone so early in the morning, but when Isabel called and said she needed to talk to him, he'd gotten right up to meet her. She'd hung up too quickly for Sam to get any real information out of her, so his mind was in overdrive trying to decipher the short conversation they'd had. Maybe Isabel was rushed because she and Peter had to get away from Sylar quickly, or maybe they'd had to split up so Peter could get Nathan and Angela to safety, and she'd been rushing to meet them as well. Every new scenario was different, but they all had the same purpose - to try to quiet the voice in the back of Sam's mind that wanted to know why it was Isabel who had called him, and not Peter.

[For the alien girl! The topic of their conversation is NFB, please.]

Sam had been worried about Peter all week, and his concern had only gotten worse when he'd learned how Peter and Sylar had met. Today, Sam felt worse than ever, and it was all he could do to keep from packing his things and heading straight for New York. Peter had promised he'd call Sam if he needed help though, and the fact that he hadn't done that was giving Sam enough pause to look at the bigger picture and realize what could happen if he showed up before Peter wanted him to - namely, he'd be less of a help, and more of a liability.

Peter could heal himself. Nathan could fly away. Angela could...do something Angela-like. But Sam couldn't do anything but be supportive, and potentially be in the way. He knew that if their situations were reversed, he'd want Peter to be as far away from trouble as possible, and for once, he was going to do what seemed like the sensible thing instead of what his emotions were telling him to do, and stay put until Peter called. To keep himself distracted, he was working on college applications, narrowing down his choices and scribbling down essay ideas. If he kept glancing at his phone like that would make it ring, he couldn't help it.

[Door and post are open!]

Since Dean had insisted on reading Carver Edlund's books, Sam had gone ahead and checked them out of the library. So far, that was about as much as he'd touched them, aside from looking at the covers. Dean had apparently decided Dawn should share in the madness, and he was perfectly happy letting the two of them do all of the reading.

"Someone should tell this guy that hunting requires wearing a full set of clothing," he said. "And less hair."

[For those who are at the house!]

Today had been a very good day as far as Sam was concerned. It had been a good night too, and Sam had a feeling it was going to be a good late night once he and Peter had rested some more. There were a few places in the apartment where they hadn't had any fun yet, and that just wasn't allowed.

[For...someone not the boyfriend!]

This week was going by far too quickly as far as Sam was concerned, and he was annoyed by how quickly it had become Wednesday until he realized what the date was. Peter's mention of their one year anniversary had gotten him to track down some other milestones in their relationship, and today was a pretty important one. He tried not to look too amused as he went to find Peter, not wanting to give himself away from the start.

[For the boyfriend!]

"So, do I want to know what you got up to last night?" Sam asked, spreading some jelly on his toast as he smirked across the table at Dean. He wasn't about to let his brother leave without one last meal together.

[For said brother!]

Sam hadn't been lying when he'd told Peter that his potential apartment wouldn't be too hard to protect, and once the place was officially Peter's, Sam hadn't wasted a lot of time in getting things ready. Still, putting down salt and sigils in an entire apartment took some time, so Sam had sent Peter to get dinner and dessert while he worked. By the time he was done and putting his supplies away, he was definitely ready for food.

[For someone who lives in New York! NFB due to distance.]

Scout still had a knack for picking the worst times to demand a walk, like when it was almost dark and kind of wet outside, but Sam was truly whipped, so outside they went. Knowing that he'd need something to do while Scout circled the trees a dozen times, Sam pulled out his cell phone and speed-dialed the first number.

[For the guy on the phone!]

Wednesdays were definitely turning into Sam's most interesting day of classes. He'd been thinking about what Professor Lupin had said at the end of Defense Against the Dark Arts about boggarts, and for a second, he'd been tempted to ask to bow out of the assignment. But really, he was going to have to face his clown problem someday, so it might as well be here.

Now that he was done until his library shift tomorrow, he was winding down a little with a book on his lap and Scout on his legs because Sam was stretched out and invading his spot at the end of the bed. Oh, the adorable things dog owners had to put up with sometimes.

[Door and post are open!]

Sam was in a good mood, even as Scout dragged him around the park for what felt like the fifth time, searching for the perfect tree. His classes had gone really well today - it was always nice to be picked to be a TA, and both Defense Against the Dark Arts and Literature seemed like they'd exercise his brain in all the ways he liked. It still felt strange to go back to his room and not have Peter waiting for him, especially since he had Illyria instead and yes, he was a little afraid of her. But he was adapting as well as he could, as far as he was concerned.

[For one!]

It had taken Sam a long time to fall asleep - not having Peter in bed with him had thrown him off completely - and when he finally slept, he barely fell deeply enough to dream. He didn't always remember his dreams, but one in particular was clearer than the others today: he was sitting in class with another boy, talking and laughing at something he'd said. He'd never seen the guy before in his life, but the dream felt comfortable, and more importantly, it was clear as day. Sam felt a little off when he woke up, like he'd had a vision but...not. It was strange, to say the least, but he didn't have enough time to think about it too hard before he glanced at the clock and realized he was almost late for the picnic. Clearly, dream analysis would have to wait.

[Establishy!]

Sam had been dreading this night all summer long, but there was no way around what had to be done. Dean had said his goodbyes, and it was time for him to go and meet up with Alec. There was no way Sam was going to let him head off alone though, and he was carrying a box of last-minute gifts for Dean as they headed to the car.

"Do you have everything?" he asked. "Or is there anything you want me to mail to Bobby's house for you?"

[For Dean. *wibble*]

Sam had managed to get in and out of the sex shop without too much personal mortification, but it had taken him a little while longer to figure out how to surprise Peter without embarrassing himself all over again. Thankfully, Scout needed walking, and Peter had proven before that he didn't mind doing it. While they were out, Sam took the time to clean the room a little, put on some soft music, and hope that Peter ended up liking what he'd planned.

[For the boyfriend!]