(9) - [Action] - None of It is Real

[demon_bitch]

[Sam's dreams have always been sort of weird, but the weirdest thing about this most recent one had been that it was actually pretty happy. For the first time in years, he'd dreamed of Jessica, without the taint her death and Lucifer's fucking around in his mind had left on her memory.]

[It had been.....nice.]

[Waking up to find her in his bed had

Comments

[rebelroses]

Jess? Is she a friend?

[demon_bitch]

She....was my girlfriend. She died....God, it's only been five years ago....

[rebelroses]

Oh... I'm sorry to hear that. It's probably been a year for the one I love who died...

[demon_bitch]

I'm sorry. [As soon as he says it he feels stupid, but he can't think of anything that doesn't involve maybe hiding in his closet for the rest of the day and crying like a little girl.]

[sunflowersunday]

[ ahahahaha screaming summons him, apparently ]

Sounds like you are having a pleasant day!

[demon_bitch]

[Sam stares at the strange man who is....nearly as tall as him actually. Something about this man is extremely unnerving and Sam's guard is up.]

Not really, but it might get better. How about you? Has your day been...er...good?

[sunflowersunday]

You are rather optimistic. As for me... is good, in some respects.

[ Russia shrugs, still smiling. He probably smells like smoke and ash. ]

Have been living in an interesting dream.

[demon_bitch]

[By the thick accent, Sam pegs this man as Russian, and he wonders for a brief moment if maybe he IS Russia (hell, he's met Poland and Lithuania, why not?).]

Yeah....me too. Well...I need to go talk to my brother now so...

It was nice meeting you. [He gives the man a smile, and starts to head off.]