Sam had managed to avoid watching TV, listening to the radio, or even browsing the Web for the most part pretty successfully for the past couple of weeks. He'd been pulling off this feat of avoidance with what one might almost call a concerted effort, as a matter of fact ( Read more... )

It was just Sam, his bike, his helmet (hey, he wasn't stupid), and the open road tonight, and for now that was how he liked it ( Read more... )

It was debatable, really, whether or not Sam's lack of doubling over in laughter at the voicemail he'd gotten from Dean was in any way remarkable. On the one hand, keeping your composure over news like that was kind of impressive. On the other hand . . . he'd seen this stuff happen so many times before, he really kind of took it in stride ( Read more... )

Sam hadn't done a whole lot of straying away from the house, what with Phoebe largely staying at home these days. He mostly managed to work off the restlessness with rigorous physical conditioning routines, but that paled a bit after a while ( Read more... )

He felt somewhat reassured after the news Cole had given him last night, but Sam didn't think he was going to feel completely better until they actually had Phoebe back with them ( Read more... )

It wasn't fatigue or the sun going down that finally called a halt to Sam's backyard tree-fighting efforts; it was the blisters, but that was what happened when you kept going until long after the impact of blows vibrating through the staff had numbed your hands ( Read more... )

Research had never been Sam's forte, and he was a little short on things to try and beat up today, which left him with a lot of pent-up frustration and no constructive vent for it. It didn't help much that Cole was even more frustrated and upset than he was, as Sam was all too aware thanks to their spell link and the way it fed into his own ( Read more... )

He and Phoebe had spent all day taking turns at keeping Cole distracted from the birthday party preparations going on, but now dinner was on the table, the bedroom had been done up with the new satin sheets, presents had been wrapped, and there were candles everywhere ( Read more... )

Sam was sitting in front of his computer, staring at a list he'd made a few days ago and trying to figure out if he'd forgotten anything on it, or if he'd forgotten to put something on the list in the first place.

He thought he'd gotten everything taken care of, but he couldn't be sure. Planning a private party really shouldn't be this stressful ( Read more... )

Sam was blissfully unaware of any and all dragging through the mud of his name that might have gone on earlier in the day at the school by any of the students. He'd had a quiet day -- relatively speaking -- that had thus far consisted of a pair of trips into the city (rain be damned) to clean out the storage locker he'd had there, in the interest ( Read more... )