Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 12, 2013 10:51:16 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON ONE. EPISODE FOUR.
Everything was black. Sam Winchester looked up at the impenetrable darkness that was the sky above him as he leaned against the hood of the Impala in the motel's parking lot. He had given up on sleep about ten minutes after he had started trying. Closing his eyes simply brought forward the image he had been trying desperately to eradicate from his brain. The image of Jess pinned to the ceiling, surrounded by blood and flames, screaming for help. Help he couldn't give her.
Before the sun had even fully begun to rise, Sam was down the street aways, at the nearest coffee shop. He waited outside until 5:30 when it opened and purchased two strong black coffees. Careful not to spill a drop, he returned to the motel and slipped back inside their barely furnished room.
It took a few minutes of him staring at the lump that was his brother before Dean gave a start and sat up in bed quicker than if he'd been shot from a canon. Sam didn't bother to hide his amused grin. "Morning sleeping beauty." Dean was sporting a nice case of bed head but his first concern was for the coffee in Sam's hand, reaching out to take his. "What time is it" he finally managed to ask after gulping down a few mouthfuls of the caffeinated beverage.
"Eh, somewhere around 5:45" was Sam's uninterested answer. Time had sort of lost meaning for him. Dean took another sip, his eyes on Sam. "Did you get any sleep last night?" "Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours in there somewhere" Sam lied, taking a drink from his own cup. Dean rolled his eyes. "Liar." Sam shrugged indifferently. "Ok, so maybe it was more like one hour." "Liar" Dean repeated again, pushing himself up off the bed and splashing some water on his face from the sink in the bathroom. "Sam, you've got to sleep."
The exhaustion was evident in Sam's voice as he replied somewhat on edge, "Dean, could we maybe just not do this now?" Sleep just wasn't in the cards for him and Dean of all people should understand.
Everything was black. Sam Winchester looked up at the impenetrable darkness that was the sky above him as he leaned against the hood of the Impala in the motel's parking lot. He had given up on sleep about ten minutes after he had started trying. Closing his eyes simply brought forward the image he had been trying desperately to eradicate from his brain. The image of Jess pinned to the ceiling, surrounded by blood and flames, screaming for help. Help he couldn't give her.
Before the sun had even fully begun to rise, Sam was down the street aways, at the nearest coffee shop. He waited outside until 5:30 when it opened and purchased two strong black coffees. Careful not to spill a drop, he returned to the motel and slipped back inside their barely furnished room.
It took a few minutes of him staring at the lump that was his brother before Dean gave a start and sat up in bed quicker than if he'd been shot from a canon. Sam didn't bother to hide his amused grin. "Morning sleeping beauty." Dean was sporting a nice case of bed head but his first concern was for the coffee in Sam's hand, reaching out to take his. "What time is it" he finally managed to ask after gulping down a few mouthfuls of the caffeinated beverage.
"Eh, somewhere around 5:45" was Sam's uninterested answer. Time had sort of lost meaning for him. Dean took another sip, his eyes on Sam. "Did you get any sleep last night?" "Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours in there somewhere" Sam lied, taking a drink from his own cup. Dean rolled his eyes. "Liar." Sam shrugged indifferently. "Ok, so maybe it was more like one hour." "Liar" Dean repeated again, pushing himself up off the bed and splashing some water on his face from the sink in the bathroom. "Sam, you've got to sleep."
The exhaustion was evident in Sam's voice as he replied somewhat on edge, "Dean, could we maybe just not do this now?" Sleep just wasn't in the cards for him and Dean of all people should understand.
