twenty-seventh ghost faced

[srsbusinessk]

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[Sam sits back in his desk chair after turning on the feed, the notebook Euphie gave him for Christmas open with what looks like several pages of notes scrawled across the lines in front of him. Pen in hand, he taps the book a few times before speaking.]I've been trying to keep track of all the weird stuff that's been going on lately,

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[dude_imbatman]

[ Dean is outside on the deck with a beer and he's doing the rocking chair thing when he hears Sam clattering around in the house. That gets concern from him: concern over Sam knocking shit over and breaking it and then deeper concern that maybe his baby brother is in trouble. Trouble wins out. Everything]

Sammy! [He's on his feet and running to find Sam, crouching down next to him, hands going to Sam's shoulders.] Sammy tell me what's going on.

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[srsbusinessk]

[Sam's on the ground, hands feebly trying to keep him up as much as possible by grabbing onto the nearest objects. It's only when Dean gets there that he stops pulling the apartment apart on accident. Nothing's too badly broken; a few bottles and some books strewn about that seem to be crumbling to pieces, but mostly small things scattered about the room. He's wide eyed, but far from hysteric. He's breathing deeply to keep himself together.

When Dean takes hold of him, he looks up at him just an inch away from frantic, searching for solid ground to get back on in his brother's eyes.]

It's, it's there. But, it's not really there, it just. Feels like it's there.

[Not quite hysteric, but frantic enough that he's having difficulty explaining what exactly is "there." So instead, he goes back to pawing at his chest, the direct center of it that's marked by a neat little scar. His other hand settles for clinging to the front of Dean's shirt in a death grip. Sam's hanging in there.]

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[dude_imbatman]

[Dean's hands go from Sam's shoulders to his neck in an attempt to keep Sam's eyes on him]

Okay Sammy, stay with me. What happened just before it started to feel like the sword was still in you.

[His words are firm, quiet and as comforting as he can manage but they're also fraught with seriousness and concern. He'll freak out later. Right now he needs to make sure Sam is okay.]

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[srsbusinessk]

[The pain has his insides swimming, and he's getting a little bit dizzy, but he keeps his eyes on Dean's as best as he can.]

Nothing! I mean, I was just sitting there, and it. I thought I was just itchy or hungry or something, I don't know. It was just suddenly there.

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[the_dawnster]

Sam? Okay. What do you need? Asprin? Orange juice? An ice pack? What can I do??

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[srsbusinessk]

[A weak laugh of sorts.]

I'm okay. At least, I think I'm okay. It's just...ghost pains, I guess.

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[the_dawnster]

Okay but you don't seem okay. [Said in a rush of nervous words with each word clinging to each other. But after that she takes a deep breath and the next words are much calmer.]

This is me worrying about you. Do you need a doctor?

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[srsbusinessk]

[He sighs softly, and there's a smile in his voice.]

No, no doctors. There's no wound or anything, just. Pain. And pain is something I know how to live with.

But thank you. For worrying.