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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.
pacificator: by backstreets @ IJ (I left a trail that no man could follow)

[personal profile] pacificator 2023-01-11 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Probably she should apologize from taking him away from his coffee, his research. He'll need both to save his brother. And a lot more of each.

But the warmth fuzz of the whiskey and tequila is catching hold of her, and pretty soon she won't be good for much of anything. Unless there's a mechanical bull stashed away somewhere in this joint. She nods at his piles of books. "Want some help?"
pacificator: by backstreets @ IJ (sun down across the plain)

[personal profile] pacificator 2023-01-11 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okie doke."

She sets her hands on the table top and stands, a little unsteadily. "Then I think it's time for me to go sleep this off."
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[personal profile] pacificator 2023-01-11 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Holy shit, you're tall."

It takes a second for her glance to waver its way up to his face. "It's fine. I think the tequila got to the floor, though. It feels a little drunk."
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[personal profile] pacificator 2023-01-11 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
She blinks and studies him, a little blearily.

For most guys, that wouldn't really be the invitation on the table. With him, she kind of thinks it is. "If you're going that way already."
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[personal profile] pacificator 2023-01-11 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, heck, I should probably grab one instead of jostling every doorknob, looking for one that's unlocked."

She turns and swaggers over to the bar, her head fuzzier than ever, to do just that.
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[personal profile] pacificator 2023-01-11 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
A key materializes, along with another bottle of water. Wynonna takes both, grumbling, then steps aside, motioning for Sam to go ahead.
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[personal profile] pacificator 2023-01-11 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good night, grandma," Wynonna tells the bar, and turns for the stairs, wobbling just a little as she does.
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[personal profile] pacificator 2023-01-11 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, well. You look like someone who should get fussed over."

With his shaggy hair that's just begging for an older sibling to muss up on purpose, and that quiet sincerity that beams out of those puppy-dog eyes. Despite everything, he still looks like an innocent. She looks like someone they might base a CSI episode on.

If the stairs shift, they're nice enough to do when she's not paying attention. "Also not like someone who regularly goes on a bender."
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[personal profile] pacificator 2023-01-12 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Wynonna laughs and pats his shoulder. "It's okay, muffin. I won't tell."
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[personal profile] pacificator 2023-01-12 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Stairs. She can handle stairs. True, she has to set a hand on his shoulder to balance herself, but she makes it without stumbling. "We are crushing it."
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[personal profile] pacificator 2023-01-12 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh..."

She studies her key for a moment, then points. "That way."
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[personal profile] pacificator 2023-01-12 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
She stumbles a little as they go around a corner and bounces her shoulder off a wall. Which is helpful, really, since it gives her some momentum. "Are these numbers going the right way?"
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[personal profile] pacificator 2023-01-12 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
The liquor has well and truly hit her system now, and she can hardly feel his hand on her arm. Just the way she likes it. It's hard to think about seeking forgiveness from Waverly or avenging Willa when she can't think at all. "Then mush."

She points a finger ahead and staggers after it.

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