The Journal of Sam Winchester

(not Sammy)


New Orleans, Sunday Afternoon
i'm making an innocent face, i'm sticking my tongue out
psychic_wonder
There was a small part of Sam that had felt guilty as he'd headed out of town today. There were violent creatures in Fandom, and he was just leaving them behind for everyone else to deal with. But it was Dean's birthday, and considering the state he'd put himself into yesterday trying to fight, he probably wouldn't have been out helping to get rid of the gremlins anyway.

Thanks to Alec, Sam knew where Dean had been planning on spending his birthday, and he hoped that Alec hadn't told Dean he was asking so this would still be a surprise. He made his way through the motel where they were staying, and when he found the right room, he listened to make sure he couldn't hear any sex noises, and then knocked on the door and hoped Dean was there. He didn't want to have to break into the room to wait for him, or search all over town.

From the dorm to 16 Unicorn Street, Saturday Evening
i'm thinking really hard
psychic_wonder
When Sam first made his way out of the dorm, his intention was simple: protect the island from whatever had decided to invade this time. Right around the time he slipped his knife back into his jacket and started using only his abilities to fight, his intention became protecting the island from whatever had decided to invade this time while practicing using his powers. Then, right around the time his gremlin kills hit double digits, that first part went away, and all that was left was the practicing.

Sam was still more angry about what had happened to Peter than anything else, but he'd been repressing his anger lately, not wanting to scare his friends. Out here though, there was no need for repression. The gremlins were a threat and they needed to be dealt with, so there was nothing holding him back, nothing keeping him from practically tearing the gremlins apart as he made his way to Zoe and his dad's house. The more he used his powers, the more anger he got out, and by the time he'd reached the house, his head was throbbing in pain in time with his heartbeat. Still, he almost felt better than he had in a while, and that was nothing to complain about.

Room 438, Saturday Morning
i'm looking over my shoulder
psychic_wonder
Sam might have let Raven in on what he was doing with his abilities, but that didn't mean he wanted everyone knowing what he was up to now. So, when he agreed to work with Andy, Sam brought them up to Dean's old room, away from their roommates and everyone else.

"I don't think anyone lives here now," Sam said, leaning down to work on the lock. "We should be able to use the room for a while without trouble."

[That Sam and Andy hung out is fine for broadcast but what they're up to is NFB, please!]

The Preserve, Monday Night
i'm having a vision omg, i'm headachey or having a vision
psychic_wonder
One of the downsides to having a dog was the sheer number of times Sam was dragged out into the cold and the dark to take Scout on a walk. If they were going to be outside tonight (Sam didn't have to take Scout out, but he'd spent all these years spoiling Scout at every turn, so he couldn't make himself stop now), then Sam was going to multitask, and that meant practicing his telekinesis by pushing snow and rocks and dirt out of Scout's way as they walked. He'd been getting a lot better with his abilities over the past weeks as he'd quietly practiced, and he was pretty sure that the next time he went to see Anakin, he'd be able to say that he had them all under control.

Which was why he was caught off guard when suddenly, almost out of nowhere, he started having a vision.

The warning headache came early enough that Sam was able to get up against a tree before everything went white, and suddenly he found himself looking at a skyline - Bangkok, the nerdy part of his mind provided - and then at Chuck Bass, of all people, smoking a pipe. It wasn't until Chuck slumped and passed out that everything cleared, and Sam found himself sitting against the tree, with Scout whining and licking his face.

For all that he'd been worrying about Chuck, Sam hadn't actually been afraid for him until now. He didn't have visions unless something was seriously wrong (except for Peter, the darker voice in the back of his mind pointed out, but Sam did his best to ignore that), and the fact that Chuck was one of the few people Sam never expected to see had him even more concerned. He was grateful that the sun wasn't out to make his headache worse, but he still kept his eyes closed as he fished around in his pocket for his phone and dialed 411. Chuck might get pissed at him later for this, but at least there was a chance he'd be around for Sam to deal with.

"Hi, I need a number in New York. The name? Let me try van der Woodsen."

[Establishy!]

Room 320, Sunday Night
i'm looking up from a book, i'm reading something
psychic_wonder
Now that the first part of the holidays were over, Sam was back to tracking Sylar. At the moment, he was sitting on his bed with his laptop, reading through an online newspaper, and debating whether or not to call and leave another message for Chuck. The lack of a response had long since gotten annoying, and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to leave a message without sounding pissed. Somehow, he didn't think that would make Chuck want to call him back.

[Open!]

Secret Santa 2009
i'm smiling to the left, i'm smiling to the right
psychic_wonder
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Room 320, Saturday Morning
i'm browsing for porn
psychic_wonder
With no more finals to worry about, his new abilities working well, and Christmas still a week away, all of Sam's attention was back on tracking Sylar. He'd gotten a map of the US - thankfully, Sylar seemed to be keeping himself to domestic killing - and had marked all of the possible sightings he'd found so far, red for ones he was sure about, and black for ones that sounded like Sylar, but could have been someone else.

It didn't count as OCD if he wasn't completely obsessive, really.

He was sitting on his bed with the map out again, and his laptop on his lap, searching for any new sightings. He knew he'd have to go back out into the snow with Scout again later, and he wanted to have accomplished something before then.

[Door and post are open!]

Secluded part of the beach, Monday evening
i'm emo on the roof
psychic_wonder
It was a very frustrated Sam that headed through town in the evening towards the beach. Okay, perhaps "frustrated with a side of concerned" was a more accurate description, because finals had started today, and Chuck was nowhere to be found. Sam had assumed that Chuck would be back in Fandom yesterday; his absence on the radio pushed that to this morning, but class time had come and gone, and Chuck still hadn't shown up anywhere. Sam knew that finals didn't mean nearly as much to Chuck as they did to him - that was why it was his job, as a good friend, to call and try to check up on him. He didn't think Chuck liked his family enough to still be with them, so Sam's current most educated guess was that Chuck had drunk himself into such a stupor that he didn't know what day it was. Thinking about that didn't make Sam feel any better though, and he sighed as he tucked his phone back into his pocket and continued on his way to the beach. As much as he was worried about Chuck, Sam had a bigger problem: it had been two days, and he still hadn't gotten any closer to figuring out the secret to his abilities.

And lo, there was narrative. Much, much narrative.Collapse )

[Establishy! NFB! If you read the whole thing, you get a cookie! I blame the OCD of Sam's brain turning into a table on thatsamilkshake! I'm sorry, but I don't think I can turn off the exclamation points!]

Room 320, Friday evening
i'm browsing for porn
psychic_wonder
After the play last night, Sam had come back to his room and just crashed, too tired to deal with the revelation that he'd spent the past few days under some kind of spell. Today, he'd made an effort to clear things up with Claire, but after that, he'd ended up back in his room, feeling like he didn't know where to start to pick up from where he'd been on Tuesday. It had been nice to be happy again, to feel like he hadn't lost one of the few things in his life that really mattered, but it hadn't been real, and the knowledge that he'd set aside the search for answers about his abilities for days made him feel guilty. He didn't even want to think about what Sylar could have gotten up to while he was busy being lovestruck.

His guilt wasn't at all abated when he checked his voicemail for the first time since the spell hit and found Chuck's message. Feeling like the worst friend ever, Sam quickly called him back, and sighed as he tossed his phone down and grabbed his laptop. He didn't have time to read all of the Supernatural novels, but thankfully, there was a hardcore fanbase who'd already done the job for him. If he could find some summaries online, he'd have a much better idea of what to do next.

[Door and post are open!]

Room 320, Late Tuesday Afternoon
i'm looking over my shoulder
psychic_wonder
With classes, Dean coming to visit, and the crazy weekend, Sam hadn't had a chance to sit down and read the books he'd taken out of the library until this afternoon. Part of his reasons for waiting had to do with not wanting to get caught by Dean, and avoiding having to explain why he was reading about the other version of themselves, and another part was that he was genuinely worried about hitting a dead end. What if there wasn't anything in the books that would help him go after Sylar? He'd still be at square one, Sylar would still be alive, and Peter still wouldn't be avenged.

Sam was doing pretty well at ignoring the voice in the back of his head that liked to point out how revenge wasn't what Peter would have wanted at all.

And behold, there was even more narrative...Collapse )

[Dialogue taken and scene translated from "All Hell Breaks Loose: Part Two." Establishy la la la, and let's say that what Sam is reading is NFB while we're at it. :)]

16 Unicorn Street, Saturday afternoon
i'm goth and emo, i'm goth and brooding, i'm goth and angry
psychic_wonder
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.]

Letter sent to all alumni and expatriates, Tuesday afternoon
i'm smug and satisfied
psychic_wonder
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.Collapse )

Text reads:
You're cordially invited to...

Save the Teal Deer 2009

A weekend charity event for current and former
residents of Fandom to recognize and support
our still-endangered miniature Teal Deer population.

Can you say no to this face?

Didn't think so.
December 4th through 7th,
Fandom Island.


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

E-mail, sent Tuesday morning
i'm browsing for porn
psychic_wonder
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!]
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A bar in West Virginia, Sunday evening
i'm watching dean, i'm on the phone with dean, i'm outside with dean, i'm not alone here
psychic_wonder
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!]

16 Unicorn Street, Wednesday Afternoon
i'm emo on the roof
psychic_wonder
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!]

16 Unicorn Street, Tuesday (all day)
i'm emo and looking away, i'm injured and shadowy
psychic_wonder
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!]

The Beach, Early Monday Morning
i'm emo into the distance
psychic_wonder
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.]

Room 320, Saturday Evening
i'm emo on the roof
psychic_wonder
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!]

16 Unicorn Street, Sunday evening
i'm facepalming in my head
psychic_wonder
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!]

Peter's Apt, NYC, late Wednesday evening
i'm looking down and being smug
psychic_wonder
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!]

Peter's Apt, NYC, Wednesday afternoon
i'm listening to you, i'm just ridiculously hot, i'm impressed by you
psychic_wonder
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!]

A diner on the mainland, Monday morning
i'm smirking at dean
psychic_wonder
"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!]

NYC, Sunday Evening
i'm looking over my shoulder
psychic_wonder
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.]

The Park, Saturday evening
i'm on the phone and laughing
psychic_wonder
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!]

Room 320, Wednesday Afternoon
i'm looking up from a book, i'm reading something
psychic_wonder
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!]

The Park, Wednesday afternoon
i'm looking over my shoulder
psychic_wonder
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!]

Room 320, Early Saturday Morning
i'm not snoring, i'm sleeping
psychic_wonder
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!]

On the way to the parking lot, Wednesday night
i'm watching dean, i'm on the phone with dean, i'm outside with dean, i'm not alone here
psychic_wonder
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*]

Room 320, Thursday Evening
i'm listening to you, i'm just ridiculously hot, i'm impressed by you
psychic_wonder
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!]

Room 320, Monday morning
i'm emo and looking away, i'm injured and shadowy
psychic_wonder
The last thing Sam had wanted to do last night was sleep, but he knew that Peter probably hadn't gotten much rest while he'd been at the clinic, and Sam didn't want to make things any worse for him now. Of course, there was a big difference between sleeping and lying in bed, staring into space and obsessing thinking about all the things he and his other self had done. Sam had managed to nod off a few times, but that just led to dreaming about Chuck, and about the other Peter, the one he'd scarred outside and in, and he ended up waking right back up, feeling even worse than before.

At the moment, Sam was keeping himself going by pressing his body tightly against Peter's and staring at his face. This world was different, but it didn't mean that their lives would automatically be different as well.

[For the boyfriend!]

The Preserve, Thursday afternoon
i'm confused and wtf?, i'm worried and disturbed
psychic_wonder
Sam wasn't very fond of dreaming in general - having painful visions tended to do that to a person - but he was especially tired of what had been happening over the last few days. His dreams were getting more disturbing every time he nodded off, and while some of them were only disturbing in the I shouldn't find that dream hot what the hell is wrong with me way, Sam was still bothered by the fact that he wasn't getting any answers about what was really going on.

Running had a way of clearing his thoughts, and he figured that a trip or two around the preserve would get him to a place where he could try to piece things together. Luckily for Sam, he landed on soft ground when he fell asleep again. He was sore when he eventually woke up, both from hitting the ground, and from being in the same position for, according to his watch, almost two hours. It didn't take long for Sam to realize that this had gone way beyond visions, and he tried not to look as scared as he was starting to feel as he headed back to his room, hoping he'd get to his bed before he fell asleep again.

[Establishy!]

Room 320, Early Tuesday morning
i'm emo and looking away, i'm injured and shadowy
psychic_wonder
Sam had been feeling off since last night, and while doing the radio broadcast had let him know that he wasn't alone, it hadn't made him feel much better. He'd hoped that a good night of sleep, curled up with Peter, would fix things, but he hadn't counted on the nightmare that hit him barely before sunrise. It wasn't visually clear, like his dreams and visions usually were, but the feeling that something was very wrong became amplified, and Sam found himself gasping when he woke up, his heart racing. Staring up at the ceiling, he tried to calm himself down, and remember any of the details that he could.

[for the poor boyfriend!]

Rumor Gal Cabin, Alcove A4, Saturday Morning
i'm the cutest puppy ever
psychic_wonder
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!]

16 Unicorn Street, Monday
i'm looking over my shoulder
psychic_wonder
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.

16 Unicorn Street, Thursday
i'm emo and staring to the left, i'm emo and deep in thought, i'm emo and deep in tought
psychic_wonder
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*]

An abandoned cabin, Cumberland, MD [Wednesday]
i'm tied up with dean
psychic_wonder
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!]

An abandoned cabin, Cumberland, MD [Tuesday]
i'm tied up with dean
psychic_wonder
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!]

From town to the woods of the preserve, late Tuesday morning
i'm confused and wtf?, i'm worried and disturbed
psychic_wonder
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!]

The Park, Saturday afternoon
i'm smug and satisfied
psychic_wonder
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.]

A secluded area of the beach, Tuesday evening
i'm smiling to the left, i'm smiling to the right
psychic_wonder
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!]

Room 320, Sunday Evening
i'm just chilling out
psychic_wonder
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!]

A diner in Maryland, Friday morning
i'm smirking at dean
psychic_wonder
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? >.>]

Room 320, Early Monday Morning
i'm not snoring, i'm sleeping
psychic_wonder
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!]

Room 320, Wednesday afternoon
i'm looking up from a book, i'm reading something
psychic_wonder
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!]

Room 320, Tuesday Afternoon
i'm looking up from a book, i'm reading something
psychic_wonder
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!]

Room 320, Saturday Night
i'm smiling to the left, i'm smiling to the right
psychic_wonder
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!]

Room 320, Friday Night
i'm all dressed up
psychic_wonder
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.

Room 320, Sunday Night
i'm looking up from a book, i'm reading something
psychic_wonder
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!]

OOC: Availability that isn't mine.
i'm weetiny in profile, i'm weetiny and worried
psychic_wonder
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.
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Room 320, Saturday Morning
i'm weetiny and smirking, i'm weetiny and smiling
psychic_wonder
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!]

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