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Sam Winchester ([personal profile] gavemea_45) wrote2023-01-05 07:38 pm
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[AU] two worlds, a lot of demons, and a new set of problems

It's still hard to believe it's over; that the yellow-eyed demonic bastard they'd spent their whole lives hunting is finally dead.

Sam figures it'll sink in eventually. Given everything else -- right now he's still pretty numb.

He's also desperately tired, but that doesn't matter. There's something he needs to do, and he can't afford to delay.

He waits until they've settled in for the night, and then waits still longer. Once Dean's been asleep for half an hour, Sam picks up his messenger bag -- already stuffed with books and his computer -- and heads straight for the bar.

He orders black coffee and snags a table with a good view of both doors and the stairs, then pulls out the first of the old texts and starts to search through it.

There's work to do.
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[personal profile] totalitarstupetballs 2023-02-04 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"I promise to tell you about it later," Waverly tells Dean, with a glance at the clock on the wall. "But unless you want to help me get ready for my shift, I think it's probably time you two went back. For now."
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[personal profile] totalitarstupetballs 2023-02-04 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"I hear you," she promises. "I'll check in at the bar tomorrow, okay?"

She looks from one brother to the other, sincere. "Thank you. Really."
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[personal profile] totalitarstupetballs 2023-02-04 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
She goes to the basement door, concentrates, and opens it onto that strange bar she'd stumbled into hours ago. "You, too, Sam," she says, and smiles, first at him and then at Dean.

"And get some rest, okay?"
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[personal profile] totalitarstupetballs 2023-02-04 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
She closes the door behind them, then heads to the bar, where the skull sits in its box of salt. Picking it up, Waverly sighs and addresses it.

"Looks like it's just you and me."