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thebrknsoldier

Can't Sleep, Can't Breathe... Just Wanna Feel What I Can't

Jan 20, 2007 04:37

Ang had wanted him to be careful. Everyone seemed to tell him that. It wasn't in his vocabulary anymore. It was all about the destruction now. He slams his bowie knife into a demon's throat splattering himself with blood even as another one came behind him and he whirls around shooting it. Once he had rid himself of the demon population of the ( Read more... )

vessa's broken sam, dean

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wannabenumb January 20 2007, 09:49:02 UTC

And there's a flash of light, followed by a shotgun blast, a screech, and then Sam flies through the air, hitting a tree with a crack and a thud when he hits the ground.

thebrknsoldier January 20 2007, 09:57:34 UTC

Green eyes glance down at Sam for a moment and he reaches into his trunk and grabs the deadliest weapon in there. After he's got it set up those eyes narrow and the rocket launcher is aimed at the thing before being fired and he smirks watching the thing blow to pieces. He doesn't really care where the pieces fall.

Throwing the thing back into his trunk he kneels down to Sam. He can't really trust the kid after what he did before but he won't leave him hurt either. He's Sam. It's kind of bad when you can't even trust a guy with your brother's face.

"Sam?" He says lifting him up. "Talk to me here, Sammy." Or in this case he just figures he'll be pushed away again. It wouldn't surprise him any.

wannabenumb January 20 2007, 10:08:27 UTC

And if Sam had been coherent, he probably would've appreciated the fact that Dean had a rocket launcher, but he's not. When he gets lifted towards Dean, he's limp and his head falls forward, resting on the older Winchesters shoulder. He gives a bit of a groan.

"..dean?..." he mumbles tiredly, still leaning against him.

thebrknsoldier January 20 2007, 10:11:26 UTC

He's not giving a damn about weapons right about now. He's not even caring that this is the guy that ripped his heart out and stomped on it. All he cares about is making sure he's okay. Because that's all that matters even if its killing him inside.

"Yeah, Sam, its me."

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thebrknsoldier January 20 2007, 13:13:37 UTC

"My old man would've skinned me alive. But that's neither here nor there anymore."

wannabenumb January 20 2007, 13:19:05 UTC

He leans back a moment before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and moving to stand, although he's still slightly shaky.

thebrknsoldier January 20 2007, 13:25:12 UTC

"There's coffee or whatever you want to drink there. Help yourself."

wannabenumb January 20 2007, 13:31:28 UTC

"Coffee sounds like heaven." he says, wincing a bit as he takes a few wobbly steps. "How much blood did I lose?"

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