watchtower } { save a horse, ride a cowboy
Unlike his brother, Sam did not spend the entire car ride done up in his Western gear. He also was not giddy like a five year-old, either, but Sam didn’t spend his entire life worshipping Clint Eastwood, so he figured he was allowed. However, why he did it was made abundantly clear by the way Lana looked at him when they arrived back home at her place in Metropolis.
Very, very clear.
Dean tossed Sam the keys to the Impala, told him to take a hike, and Sam was more than happy to oblige. At first he was just going to drive around for a while until he heard from Dean, but when that call did come a few hours later, he knew he needed a new plan.
“Gonna be AWOL for a couple days, Sammy. Go find a way to keep yourself occupied. Check out the porn channel.”
Sam would have pointed out that just because they had the ashes didn’t mean that they should start celebrating, but Sam also liked seeing his brother happy. In this instance, at least, he wasn’t going to be the killjoy. What it did mean, however, was that he needed a more concrete way to spend his time. As awesome as his brother’s suggestion was, he wasn’t going to spend it looking at porn.
He pulled over to the side of the road, going through the contacts on his phone as he tried to sort out what to do, when his eyes wandered up towards the clock tower. He and Chloe were … friends. Maybe. He was still unsure of his relationships with most people in his brother’s life, given his sudden resurrection from the dead, but he was pretty sure that he and Chloe were okay. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel for a moment, before scrolling down to that particular contact in his (new) phone, and hitting send. If she was home, maybe that was something to do.
If not, he was back at square one.
[Assumptions made in this post: Chloe and Jimmy actually made a home out of Watchtower, she still lives there, and Lana lives in Metropolis. If any of these are wrong, let me know and I’ll change.]
Very, very clear.
Dean tossed Sam the keys to the Impala, told him to take a hike, and Sam was more than happy to oblige. At first he was just going to drive around for a while until he heard from Dean, but when that call did come a few hours later, he knew he needed a new plan.
“Gonna be AWOL for a couple days, Sammy. Go find a way to keep yourself occupied. Check out the porn channel.”
Sam would have pointed out that just because they had the ashes didn’t mean that they should start celebrating, but Sam also liked seeing his brother happy. In this instance, at least, he wasn’t going to be the killjoy. What it did mean, however, was that he needed a more concrete way to spend his time. As awesome as his brother’s suggestion was, he wasn’t going to spend it looking at porn.
He pulled over to the side of the road, going through the contacts on his phone as he tried to sort out what to do, when his eyes wandered up towards the clock tower. He and Chloe were … friends. Maybe. He was still unsure of his relationships with most people in his brother’s life, given his sudden resurrection from the dead, but he was pretty sure that he and Chloe were okay. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel for a moment, before scrolling down to that particular contact in his (new) phone, and hitting send. If she was home, maybe that was something to do.
If not, he was back at square one.
[Assumptions made in this post: Chloe and Jimmy actually made a home out of Watchtower, she still lives there, and Lana lives in Metropolis. If any of these are wrong, let me know and I’ll change.]