Post by Sam Winchester on Jan 6, 2015 16:56:16 GMT -5
ooc; set for about halfway through the six week time gap between Season Nine Finale & Season Ten Premiere.
Sam Winchester was in a state of desperation. Three weeks ago, he'd watched his brother die. Laid him down on his bed in the bunker, then went to the dungeon to try and summon Crowley to fix the mess he'd started with that bloody mark of Cain and all, and when that hadn't worked, returned to be at his brother's side...but Dean was gone. Nothing left but a scrap of paper on his pillow saying "Sammy -- let me go". Which of course was the opposite of what Sam had been doing. That note, along with the uncertainty of what had happened to his brother, had pretty much driven the younger Winchester to the brink of insanity. He drank more now, slept around more now, shouted angrily and irrationally more now...he was basically turning into Dean.
After three weeks of chasing up zilch and getting little to no sleep every night, Sam would try anything. He tried not to think about how hypocritical he was being here, after having basically jumped down Dean's throat and telling him he couldn't trust him and didn't want to be brothers after Dean had saved his life while he was in the coma, about to die. And after saying he wouldn't do the same for him, here he was, doing the same thing, more or less. He couldn't just let his brother die and that be the end of it. Saying he could and actually doing it were two different things entirely apparently.
On the morning of the exact three week mark of Dean's disappearance, Sam woke up, downed half a bottle of whiskey for breakfast, packed a bag of essentials, and took off for an abandoned house about half a mile away from the bunker.
He needed help.
Sam Winchester was in a state of desperation. Three weeks ago, he'd watched his brother die. Laid him down on his bed in the bunker, then went to the dungeon to try and summon Crowley to fix the mess he'd started with that bloody mark of Cain and all, and when that hadn't worked, returned to be at his brother's side...but Dean was gone. Nothing left but a scrap of paper on his pillow saying "Sammy -- let me go". Which of course was the opposite of what Sam had been doing. That note, along with the uncertainty of what had happened to his brother, had pretty much driven the younger Winchester to the brink of insanity. He drank more now, slept around more now, shouted angrily and irrationally more now...he was basically turning into Dean.
After three weeks of chasing up zilch and getting little to no sleep every night, Sam would try anything. He tried not to think about how hypocritical he was being here, after having basically jumped down Dean's throat and telling him he couldn't trust him and didn't want to be brothers after Dean had saved his life while he was in the coma, about to die. And after saying he wouldn't do the same for him, here he was, doing the same thing, more or less. He couldn't just let his brother die and that be the end of it. Saying he could and actually doing it were two different things entirely apparently.
On the morning of the exact three week mark of Dean's disappearance, Sam woke up, downed half a bottle of whiskey for breakfast, packed a bag of essentials, and took off for an abandoned house about half a mile away from the bunker.
He needed help.
