Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 30, 2014 8:52:43 GMT -5
Sam asked the question they were all thinking. "So where is he?"
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An hour later, Sam and Sarah were waiting for Dean outside the county morgue, perched on top of a concrete banister. Sarah swung her legs absently. "So what's Dean doing again?" "Looking through death certificates to see if we can find out what happened to Isaiah's body since it wasn't cremated and left with the rest of his family's" Sam explained. "I see." Sarah nodded her understanding. "And...how did he get in the door?" Sam's lips twitched, fighting a smile. "Lying and subterfuge mostly." He remembered the days...which actually weren't too long ago but felt like a lifetime ago...when he'd had a big moral dilemma with all the lying and law-breaking they had to do for this "job". Now, it just seemed natural. The credit card fraud, the fake IDs...all of it. Though, he still was hesitant when it came to hustling pool, but he was sure he would get over that too.
Sarah seemed to be trying not to be bothered by the "lying and subterfuge" that was going on inside the morgue. She was doing a remarkable job of just taking all this in stride and going with the flow. Sam found himself liking her even more. Which was a problem. A problem Sarah didn't seem to grasp, as the next thing out of her mouth was, "Sam...I don't mean to be too forward or anything, but...am I crazy or is there something here? Between us, I mean." Sam smiled sadly. "You're not crazy. But I...I don't think it would be a good idea for us to...you know..." "Why?" Sarah scoot a little closer to him on the banister. Sam used all of his will power not to lean in and kiss her. "Because I like you." Sarah's expression was baffled. Sam knew he owed her more than that as way of explanation. "Look Sarah...people I like...they tend to get hurt." Sarah opened her mouth but Sam barreled on. "And I'm not talking broken heart, heals in a day with some ice-cream hurt...I'm talking physically hurt. Like life and death hurt." He looked straight at her, his eyes glassy. "I told you I hadn't been on a date in awhile. Well...I had a girlfriend. And she died. My mom died too. I don't know Sarah...it's like I'm cursed or something. And I can't go through that pain again. I can't." Sarah's expression had softened from befuddled to sympathetic and she opened her mouth once again. But the voice that spoke next was not hers. Nor was it Sam's.
"Am I interrupting anything?" Dean, with impeccable timing as always, was back. He held a folded sheet of paper in one hand and an impish smile on his face. He knew he'd interrupted something. His question was for pure entertainment more than actual fact-finding information. Sam gave his head a quick shake and Sarah inched back to her original spot on the banister.
"No."
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An hour later, Sam and Sarah were waiting for Dean outside the county morgue, perched on top of a concrete banister. Sarah swung her legs absently. "So what's Dean doing again?" "Looking through death certificates to see if we can find out what happened to Isaiah's body since it wasn't cremated and left with the rest of his family's" Sam explained. "I see." Sarah nodded her understanding. "And...how did he get in the door?" Sam's lips twitched, fighting a smile. "Lying and subterfuge mostly." He remembered the days...which actually weren't too long ago but felt like a lifetime ago...when he'd had a big moral dilemma with all the lying and law-breaking they had to do for this "job". Now, it just seemed natural. The credit card fraud, the fake IDs...all of it. Though, he still was hesitant when it came to hustling pool, but he was sure he would get over that too.
Sarah seemed to be trying not to be bothered by the "lying and subterfuge" that was going on inside the morgue. She was doing a remarkable job of just taking all this in stride and going with the flow. Sam found himself liking her even more. Which was a problem. A problem Sarah didn't seem to grasp, as the next thing out of her mouth was, "Sam...I don't mean to be too forward or anything, but...am I crazy or is there something here? Between us, I mean." Sam smiled sadly. "You're not crazy. But I...I don't think it would be a good idea for us to...you know..." "Why?" Sarah scoot a little closer to him on the banister. Sam used all of his will power not to lean in and kiss her. "Because I like you." Sarah's expression was baffled. Sam knew he owed her more than that as way of explanation. "Look Sarah...people I like...they tend to get hurt." Sarah opened her mouth but Sam barreled on. "And I'm not talking broken heart, heals in a day with some ice-cream hurt...I'm talking physically hurt. Like life and death hurt." He looked straight at her, his eyes glassy. "I told you I hadn't been on a date in awhile. Well...I had a girlfriend. And she died. My mom died too. I don't know Sarah...it's like I'm cursed or something. And I can't go through that pain again. I can't." Sarah's expression had softened from befuddled to sympathetic and she opened her mouth once again. But the voice that spoke next was not hers. Nor was it Sam's.
"Am I interrupting anything?" Dean, with impeccable timing as always, was back. He held a folded sheet of paper in one hand and an impish smile on his face. He knew he'd interrupted something. His question was for pure entertainment more than actual fact-finding information. Sam gave his head a quick shake and Sarah inched back to her original spot on the banister.
"No."
