"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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While Sam was out at the cabins, it made more sense to keep Scout at the house with Dad and Zoe than to have him in his alcove where he had the potential to annoy seven other people with barking and canine over-friendliness. It was a little difficult to remember that fact when he was woken up by the sound of barking though, and it wasn't until Sam started calling Scout's name that he realized the barking was coming from himself.

Oh, how he hated this place sometimes.

[Establishy!]

For all that he'd promised Dean he wouldn't dwell on the whole "destined to go evil" thing, Sam couldn't stop thinking about it. The more he tried to convince himself that everything would be all right, the more worried he ended up, and while he knew Dean didn't think anything would happen, there was one opinion that mattered a little more than that. Going up to the house, Sam knocked on the door and peered in to see if anyone was home.

After the Winchesters had gotten home from their latest adventure, Sam hadn't really left the house. He knew he was going to have to face people today, people who would probably want him to talk about what had happened, but for once, he was pretty sure he wanted to just keep quiet and pretend nothing had happened at all. He didn't know how to explain the situation without making it come out all wrong, and he still hadn't sorted out how he felt about Gordon's claims, about the idea that he was destined to turn evil no matter what, and about what his dad had done to shut Gordon up.

Not eager to leave the house yet, he was sitting among Grace's toys, cleaning them up and trying to make some semblance of organization out of them. It was nice and mindless, and that was just what he needed right now.

[For the Winchesters and anyone else who might want to get some sense-smacking going on. *halo*]

Between spending all night tied to a chair, and wondering if Gordon was going to decide not to wait for their dad and just kill him right here, Sam hadn't gotten much in the way of sleep. He'd tried every method of freeing himself that he knew, certain that Dean was doing the same in his own chair, and when nothing worked, he'd resorted to counting objects in the room to try to keep himself calm. It wasn't working very well though, not when his thoughts were constantly moving back to whether or not Dad would take Gordon's side against him. If he wasn't so tired, he might have decided that it was crazy to even consider the possibility, but here, with Gordon's words about his destiny as an evil killer still ringing in his head, Sam wasn't sure about anything anymore.

Every creak and noise caught his attention, and made him look to see if help - what he hoped would be help - had arrived. "Did you hear that?" he said quietly, trying to get Dean's attention.

[NFB due to distance!]

When Gordon had gotten Sam and Dean into his car, Sam expected to be blindfolded so he wouldn't be able to see where they were going, but Gordon merely tied him up so he couldn't reach the door and get out. Sam wouldn't have tried that anyway, not with Dean still unconscious in the backseat, and he found his attention divided by trying to keep track of how far they were getting from Fandom, and seeing if Dean showed any signs of waking up.

After an hour or so, it became clear why Gordon had let him see where they were going. The highway had turned into a two lane road, buildings and signs of civilization turned into rolling hills of nothing but grass and fields, and Sam realized they were being taken away from everything and everyone, miles away from any possible source of help. He got more and more nervous the more they drove, but at the same time, he became more determined to not let it show.

Finally, they stopped outside of an old, run-down cabin. Gordon pulled Sam inside first, getting him secure on a chair before bringing Dean in and tying him down separately despite the icon. When he went outside again, Sam took a minute to look around and take in their surroundings before focusing on Dean. "Dean?" he said, louder now that he wasn't sneaking around. "Are you awake?"

[I almost labeled this "Random Middle of Nowhere, MD," but then I realized I've been to the real Middle of Nowhere out here. *shudder* NFB due to distance!]

Since Dean had his Vkandis ritual to do at dawn, and Sam owed him for being late to the house on Sunday, he'd stayed with Grace on his own until Dad and Zoe had come home from their vacation. By the time he heard all about their trip - the good details, not the gross ones - and got them caught up on how Grace had been over the last few days, it was late in the morning, and Sam was thinking about stopping and getting donuts for himself and Peter as he headed back through town and checked his voicemail.

He hadn't gotten far when the most recent message stopped him in his tracks, and he listened to it two more times to make sure that he was hearing everything correctly. Your father is an acquaintance of mine. Sam knew what that meant - the guy had to be a hunter, and if he'd gotten the one-up on Dean, he had to be a good one. Dean's fine for now started up the knot in his stomach, and it was all Sam could do to keep from panicking, to keep breathing and try to figure out what to do.

If this Walker guy was serious, Sam couldn't risk going back to talk to Dad and Zoe, not if Dean's safety was on the line, and going back to his room to get Peter would have been just as risky. It was possible that the whole thing was a lie, that Dean wasn't even there, but Sam had expected him to come back to the house after his ritual. He hadn't thought much of it when Dean hadn't, but now it was just one more sign that his brother might be in serious trouble.

Sam still had enough sense to go to the weapons locker and grab some of the smaller knives he kept in there, but as he headed for the woods, all of his thoughts turned to Dean. He couldn't form a full plan without knowing exactly what this was all about, but that didn't stop him from trying to come up with a few ideas to make sure Dean stayed safe. Dean's fine for now wasn't good enough, not at all, and Sam didn't slow down until he got close to the spot Gordon had mentioned in his message.

[For those who know who they are, dun dun dun!]

One nice thing about having Scout so well trained was that Sam didn't need to put him on a leash when they went for a walk to know that Scout wouldn't run away from him, and that left both of his hands free to hold onto Peter. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't worried that Peter hadn't turned back into a human yet, but he didn't think there was much else he could do but continue to take care of him. He felt a little bad about missing the dance, but considering the track record he and Peter had, they probably wouldn't have made it out of their room anyway.

[For one please! Or one and a half, I suppose.]

One thing Sam really liked about summer, and the time when it was close to being summer too, was that the sun was still out in the evening, which meant late dates on the beach were a completely viable option. He'd found an oversized towel for himself and Peter, and was currently debating whether he wanted to go in the water, or stay on the shore and just watch Peter in his bathing suit. His life was so full of hard decisions sometimes.

[For Peter!]

The picnic had been fun for Sam, especially the part where he'd gotten to meet his new little sibling. While he still had some doubts about agreeing to let Priestly mess with his hair (and put makeup on him, oh God), Sam was more concerned about the impending move into the cabins, and having to live with Chuck. It was possible some people would make cabin living fun, but having to be away from Peter wasn't high on Sam's list of fun things, so he'd asked him to come over so they could spend one more dorm evening together.

If nothing else, he had someone very important to tell him about.

[Wow, I haven't done an actual linkdrop in a while. For the boyfriend!]

Between graduation, Grace-napping, and alien-fighting, it had been a hell of a week, and Sam had no problem cashing in his belated birthday wishes for some time with Dean. Of course, the promise of pie probably would have sold Dean on the idea even without the birthday part attached, but Sam figured it was the thought that counted as he slid into the booth across from his brother.

"If I get ice cream with my pie, will you call me crazy?" he asked.

[NFB due to distance. No, we don't need brotherly bonding time today, what would make you think that? >.>]

It had been a long, but very good weekend as far as Sam was concerned. Dean had gotten an amazing honor, he and Peter had graduated without dying, he'd gotten to see Missouri and Bobby, and he had a whole week left to milk belated birthday fun and presents before there were new students and workshops and summer fun. Of course, he wasn't exactly thinking about any of that right now. At the moment, he was simply accepting that he was still on vacation from classes whether he liked it or not, and was sleeping in.

[For one, please!]

Sam might have been a geek, but even he was willing to take time off from the library when there weren't any classes in session. Of course, that didn't mean he was going to sit around and do nothing. At the moment, he was stretched out on his bed, lying on his stomach and reading a book. It wasn't totally like being in the library, really.

[Door and post are open!]

As much as Sam had teased Dean about finals being easy, it didn't mean he wasn't going to spend as much time preparing for Thursday as he could. He had his notes piled up around him on his bed, and was going through them with a highlighter, one class at a time.

[Door is open!]

After enough years at the school, Sam knew what usually happened after prom, but he hadn't let himself get his hopes up until he'd gotten pounced on at the bookstore by a familiar little girl. After leaving a message for Peter, Sam got Maria settled in his room with pizza and Scout. Considering the way Scout was demanding to be petted, he wasn't sure which one of them was happier to see her.

[For the babydaddy!]

Miraculously, Sam's suit still fit him enough to look good, so it didn't take long for him to get ready for prom. In fact, he spent more time trying not to think about the fact that this was Peter's senior prom than he did getting his hair to behave.

...okay, almost more time.

After the disaster that was detention, Sam had decided that the best way to spend his Sunday was in hiding doing research and keeping himself thinking about things that were actually important. He wouldn't mind certain visitors, but the door was closed and locked to keep just anyone from walking in. Until he could figure Chuck out more, he couldn't be too careful.

[For the boyfriendly one!]

FYI, grasshopper_mol is having internet woes. Her playlists will be posted as soon as her internet is stable, and her availability will be touchy until then.

Normally, weekends meant getting up early to help Dean or, if Sam was lucky, having time for homework. But having a sleepover with your best friend meant you got to sleep in no matter what, so Sam was in no hurry to start moving if he didn't have to. He thought about making a little noise, to see if Peter was awake, but he didn't want to stop Peter from sleeping in too if he wanted to, for now at least. They'd have to get breakfast sometime, after all.

[For the sleepover buddy!]

After they'd both gotten fueled up with dinner, Sam followed Dean out towards the rocks, armed with a shotgun and a flashlight. Dealing with harpies wasn't the ideal way he wanted to spend his evening, but being able to hunt with Dean - and without Dad looming over him - made it worth the exhaustion he knew he'd be feeling later.

[For Dean, please.]