The Journal of Sam Winchester

(not Sammy)

i'm just chilling out
Sam Winchester psychic_wonder
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Room 320, Friday Afternoon
With most of the flower orders in, Sam was looking at a map of the town to try to plan the best route of attack for Sunday. Okay, so it wasn't like he was going to be attacking anyone with their flowers or anything, but efficient delivery had the same concept, sort of.

[Expecting a phone call but open as well!]

Isabel had put off making this call for as long as she could. But she knew that Sam deserved to know what was going on.

Reluctantly she dialed his number.

*ring* *ring*

Sam grabbed his phone and immediately broke into a grin when he saw the caller ID. "Isabel? Hey!" he said. "How are you?"

"Hey Sam," Isabel replied, trying hard not to let on exactly how worried she was. "How goes the flower sale?"

"Good. The Student Council's going to get a nice amount of money once we're done," he said. "How are things going for you?" He meant in general, but if she wanted to get specific about anything, he certainly wouldn't mind.

"There's work and there's school. That's about it," she said. "Occasionally there's sleep but I have a feeling I'm going to be sacrificing that for the next two weeks while I watch the Olympics."

"Wow, I almost forgot about the Olympics," Sam admitted. "I bet people will be watching it a lot on the common rooms though, so that should be fun. You're not planning on sleeping much?" he asked, totally and completely casual except for how his voice went up a little.

"Oh I'll still be sleeping," Isabel promised, immediately understanding what Sam was implying. "But something's happened."

That didn't sound good at all, and Sam's smile started to fall. "What? What happened?" he asked.

"He's still alive." That was by far the most important bit of information to share. "I'm sure of that. But something happened late last week. For two days I couldn't find him by dreamwalking. I was starting to think the worse," she admitted.

"What's the worst?" Sam asked, not sure if he really wanted to hear the answer. "I mean, what could make you not able to reach him?"

"In the short term? Not being asleep." She wasn't going to mention the long term. "I finally managed to find him Monday night but only for a second. I'm not exactly how, or why he's doing it. But he's managing to shut me out of his head pretty damn effectively."

"But why would he do that? He knows we're looking for him," Sam said, for all that he could look at the moment. "He shouldn't try to shut you out."

"I know. I've tried a bunch of times to talk to him. But every time," Isabel sighed, "Every damn time it's like he's slamming these mental walls up and they're bouncing me right out of his head. I don't know why. I don't if he's trying to stop me from seeing something or if something went wrong with his powers once he got them back...I just don't know, Sam."

Sam took a few deeps breaths to stop himself from yelling at Isabel. This wasn't her fault, not at all, and he didn't want to take his growing anger and worry out on her. "But he's still alive?" he asked. "Mental walls and all, he's still out there?"

"Absolutely," she assured Sam. "He's alive. He's just being a dumbass and when I get my hands on him, I'm going to kill him for making us worry. Find out where you are, I told him. We'll come get you. I thought Don't. Do. Anything. Stupid. was a given. Apparently not." Stress and worry had Isabel just a little cranky.

"He's probably busy saving people," Sam said, doing his best to try to crack a joke. "And he doesn't want to be disturbed so...he has to be okay. He has to."

If he was, and that was his reasoning, Isabel was going to kill him. "Probably. You know those heroic types," she sighed. She doubted that was it, but any other possible reason just made her worry that much more. "It's always one more kitten to get out of the tree, or little old lady to help cross the street."

Sam laughed softly, but there wasn't any mirth to it. "If he's out there, then there has to be a way to find him," he said. "Will you keep trying the dreamwalking? I--I don't know what I can do, but I'll find something. I don't want to wait for him to find his own way back anymore."

"Every night, Sam. Every night," Isabel promised. Also every morning and afternoon in the hope that just maybe she could catch Peter without his guard up.

"Thank you," Sam said. The touch of relief might have been noticeable in his voice. "If I find anything out, I'll let you know, okay? If we just work--we're gonna find him, it's only a matter of time."

If he just said that enough, it would happen, wouldn't it?

Absolutely it would happen. There was a happy ending just waiting for them.

"Please do. And the same goes. If I find out anything, or can get him to talk to me, you'll be the first person I call."

"Good. I mean, you know, thank you." Sam sighed, glancing back over at everything he still had to do today. Suddenly, Student Council stuff didn't seem to matter so much. "I should go. I have to--there's stuff here I need to get done here so I can start looking and...take care of yourself, okay?"

"You do what you have to do. But take care of yourself as well," Isabel told him. "Don't do anything crazy."

"I'll talk to you soon, Sam."

"Very soon, I hope," he replied. Maybe, if he tried very hard, he could make it through this weekend without going crazy.


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