FILLED. "Just as Easy as 123" genroque_clasiqueApril 1 2010, 16:29:33 UTC
The postcards start coming a week before Christmas.
Sam spins open the lock to his student mailbox and hovers over the recycling bin to skim the pile, shedding paper as he rifles through. He expects the usual array of promotional event invitations and news bulletins from departments he cares nothing about, but mail addressed to him is still enough of a novelty that he lends each piece at least a glance before tossing it.
He snorts a little when he sees the glossy, bikini-clad blonde in a Santa hat, some kind of awful holiday sorority dance, he assumes, but he flips to the back anyway and gives it a cursory once-over.
Sammy, it says, is all it says, and Sam’s breath catches in his throat because he’d know that handwriting anywhere, the careful, badly-formed lettering, the way the ink is pooled from a pen pressed down too hard. Full lips pursed in concentration, brows knotted together, back hunched, Sam closes his eyes with how well he can picture it. The Stanford address is written in the same childish block print, with a few
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Re: FILLED. "Just as Easy as 123" gen pART 2roque_clasiqueApril 1 2010, 16:29:59 UTC
When he was young, it used to be just another part of the long list of shit that embarrassed Sam about his family - their old, ragged clothes, his father’s military vocabulary, the constant clatter of beer bottles, and his brother squinting helplessly at an assignment sheet that a fourth-grader could have read with his eyes closed, never mind a fifteen year-old repeating eighth grade
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Re: FILLED. "Just as Easy as 123" gen pART 3roque_clasiqueApril 1 2010, 16:30:18 UTC
At first Sam’s too out of it with grief and shock to pay much attention to anything other than the huge, gnawing pain in his chest, but after a few weeks of collapsing in the motel room while Dean checks them in, he starts to wonder. John always handled the paperwork, and if Dean’s been hunting on his own, checking himself in every night, filling out forms - maybe
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Re: FILLED. "Just as Easy as 123" gen pART 5roque_clasiqueApril 1 2010, 16:32:04 UTC
Sam blinks a little. They’ve never discussed this, not really, and he finds, all of a sudden, that he really wants to. He’s ready. And so, it seems, miraculously, is Dean
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Sam spins open the lock to his student mailbox and hovers over the recycling bin to skim the pile, shedding paper as he rifles through. He expects the usual array of promotional event invitations and news bulletins from departments he cares nothing about, but mail addressed to him is still enough of a novelty that he lends each piece at least a glance before tossing it.
He snorts a little when he sees the glossy, bikini-clad blonde in a Santa hat, some kind of awful holiday sorority dance, he assumes, but he flips to the back anyway and gives it a cursory once-over.
Sammy, it says, is all it says, and Sam’s breath catches in his throat because he’d know that handwriting anywhere, the careful, badly-formed lettering, the way the ink is pooled from a pen pressed down too hard. Full lips pursed in concentration, brows knotted together, back hunched, Sam closes his eyes with how well he can picture it. The Stanford address is written in the same childish block print, with a few ( ... )
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Cofee run.
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Went four coffee. Be back soon.
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Went for coffee. Be reddy when I get back.
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Geting coffee. Pack your shit up.
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Getting coffee. If your still asleep when I get back, I’m poring it on your face.
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Bitch.
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And now that you have written, you should totally go enjoy the fabulous weather while we still got it :)
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