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nightlogs2023-09-17 01:56 pm
fromfryingpantofire) wrote in nightlogs2023-09-17 01:56 pm
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[Open] The only thing that you absolutely have to know...
Who: Sam Winchester and you!
What: Sam's found his home away from home
Where: The library at the North Pole
When: Relatively soon after arrival, probably post-Branch
Warnings/Notes: Winchester mouth. Updated as needed.
Once Dean was back on his feet, Sam started exploring the North Pole. And, honestly, nobody who knew him would be surprised to find that once he found the library, he kept drifting back there.
Not that it was that easy to find things there. That North has a filing system is undeniable. What's also undeniable, though, is that whatever filing system he has is archaic and likely all in his own head. Which doesn't mean that Sam doesn't enjoy the looking.
Which is why he can be found at one of the tables near the middle of the room, piles of books and scrolls around him and a leather-bound notebook open to his right, pen set in the crease between pages as he bends over another book, head bowed and hand on cheek as he reads.
He glances up as somebody approaches, then leans back with a stretch. "Hey. Any idea how long I've been here?"
What: Sam's found his home away from home
Where: The library at the North Pole
When: Relatively soon after arrival, probably post-Branch
Warnings/Notes: Winchester mouth. Updated as needed.
Once Dean was back on his feet, Sam started exploring the North Pole. And, honestly, nobody who knew him would be surprised to find that once he found the library, he kept drifting back there.
Not that it was that easy to find things there. That North has a filing system is undeniable. What's also undeniable, though, is that whatever filing system he has is archaic and likely all in his own head. Which doesn't mean that Sam doesn't enjoy the looking.
Which is why he can be found at one of the tables near the middle of the room, piles of books and scrolls around him and a leather-bound notebook open to his right, pen set in the crease between pages as he bends over another book, head bowed and hand on cheek as he reads.
He glances up as somebody approaches, then leans back with a stretch. "Hey. Any idea how long I've been here?"
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He hasn't seen much of Sam since his recovery. First he was getting used to Christmastown, then he was trapped in the most comfortable bed he's slept in in years, then he was exploring, then he was...
Well, then he ran out of excuses to keep trying to avoid Sam. Not that he was avoiding him. He just didn't want to run into him until he got his head screwed on straight about the whole thing.
'The whole thing' being that this is all real and not a near-death hallucination, which is a hell of a surprise. But Dean's not gonna spend his time being scared of his own little brother, so here he is: manning the hell up.
"Too long, people are starting to complain about the smell."
Dean sprawls himself into the chair opposite Sam and drops a plate on the table with a heavy thunk. Sitting on the plate are two burritos. He sets down two beers, grabs one, pops the cap off with his ring and takes a swig. He props his feet up on the table for good measure, and finally tops it all off with a smug smile.
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Sam has had a chance to talk it out with Bunny, at least somewhat. He and Bunny both know a lot more about each other than the others do, so it means they understand the problems a bit better.
He blinks at Dean, then at the food. Then he takes a moment to tidy things away. "I think it's a problem with not having to eat and drink. Makes it easy to ignore signals."