Sam Winchester (
onlytobenormal) wrote2012-03-21 09:42 pm
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It took a few days to convince the hospital to release Dana... and Sam was half-convinced they just did it because she was being a pain in the ass. He couldn't blame them since she never took to being sick or injured well. They hit the road almost immediately after getting the prescriptions filled for some pain meds. He hated that Dana would basically have to suffer through the car drive until they were far enough away and safe to stop for awhile.
They pushed on and made it to some small little town though, far away from Palo Alto, Stanford, and hopefully any demons trailing them. Man, he did not miss the nasty, likely roach infested motels they used to stay in and like the one he was pulling into park at now.
Now they had to decide just... what they'd do for sleeping arrangements, he supposed. Jo had been pretty adament about not sharing a room, but it was safer if they did.
They pushed on and made it to some small little town though, far away from Palo Alto, Stanford, and hopefully any demons trailing them. Man, he did not miss the nasty, likely roach infested motels they used to stay in and like the one he was pulling into park at now.
Now they had to decide just... what they'd do for sleeping arrangements, he supposed. Jo had been pretty adament about not sharing a room, but it was safer if they did.
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Dana bit the inside of her cheek, eyes still watching the two of them as they moved about the room. She had been fully prepared for a night by herself on this bed. Now she was just thrown off.
When Sam smiled at her it made that old familiar feeling ripple through her and she blinked it away, instead focusing on his words. "There's pie?"
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She just doesn't know where she should sit. She shifts her weight. "I'll cut some pie," she says, moving to it, and starting to cut it.
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Dana and not eating... now that was usually a sign of trouble. She always had a healthy appetite, especially when it came to food she enjoyed.
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Looking at Jo where she was slicing a piece for her, Dana managed a small smile. "Nah, that's fine. But thanks for all this really." She did appreciate the gesture.
They were all just big angsty balls of emotions weren't they? Lovely that they were all in a room together, really.
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The chair itself may be the most uncomfortable chair ever put together, but goddamnit, the other options are beds. And she's not in the mood for that. Hell, now she's out of the mood to even watch the movie. And she's pissed at Dana, now, and the more she thinks about the day in Sam's apartment the more pissed she even gets at him. He could have gotten them both killed, choking as hard as he did. Hell, Dana'd be dead if it weren't for her.
She crosses her arms. As soon as they air out there Jerry Fucking Springer-worthy bullshit, she's getting out.
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He was getting a little tired of the pent up feelings in the air as well, honestly. It wasn't going to help them and they had bigger things to focus on if they really had demons after their asses. Or his ass, whatever.
"Jo's right," he finally murmured, looking over. "This isn't going to work, not like this."
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Her knee draws up as she sighs, wrapping her arms around her leg. "And airin' this out...gettin' over it...will help keep us safe."
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It was easy to figure out what Dana might 'want back' and he let out a huff. Not that he didn't want it back... maybe he did. Maybe he did a lot, but there was so much more important crap to worry about than that.
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She takes a breath, fiddling with the short ends of her hair. God, she misses her long hair.
"And pushin' this stuff off because no body thinks it's that important ain't helpin' none because it's just buildin' up more. Ya dragged me across the country ta basically prove that were I not your only goddamned friend ya never wouldda called me back. And ya know what? Fine. Goddamnit, if this is how you're gonna behave...well, I'm not in love with a fuckin' twelve year old selfish brat.
But you two work as a fuckin' team and always have. And if that means you two gotta sleep tagether now, or hold hands and pretend you can have a fuckin' white picket fence life with no one knowin'...fine. Just get over the shit, stop pretendin' like it doesn't matter...and fuckin' fix it. You two, with this shit, are gonna get us killed. And I am not dyin' for either of you."
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He should have kept on with the exorcism. "And it's not an excuse, but I wasn't exactly at the top of my game that night, you know? Within five minutes, Jo, I'd learned my sister fucked you, you apparently have feelings for her... and let's not forget that hunters and demons are both after me because I might be some kind of freak."
He'd tried to brush it off, tried to tell her it was no big deal, but honestly? It had stung. A friend he'd trusted, along with his own sister, breaking news like that... his whole life had been turned upside down in the blink of an eye and yeah, he hadn't dealt well. He wished he had though, because they didn't deserve to get nearly killed because of him.
"And as for Dana and I have... I'm not doing any pretending. I know it's not normal and I know it's never goingto be. But she's my sister and I'd die for her in a heart beat, no matter how pissed I am at her or if we're fucking or not."
His eyes turned to Dana, narrowing. "And what do you want from me, huh? I'm still here... and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't just forget what happened, alright? But it fucking hurt, Dana. I trusted you and... whether it was a pity fuck or whatever you two want to call it- which is still a shitty thing to do to Jo- you still fucked someone else. And why? What, did I do something? Did you just get bored?"
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"No one's askin' you to die for anyone." Dana clipped at Jo, not going to even bother with the other things she went on about. She had heard it all before from her and no matter what Dana said or thought...it just didn't matter.
When Sam settled his gaze on her, she shifted the slightest, crossing her arms. "Don't. Don't be sorry. I never asked that of you. Didn't ask for your forgiveness or whatever either. Didn't ask for anything from you." His questions hit her hard and she paused, not really-- not really knowing how to respond. "I-- Sam. You didn't do anything. I'm just a fuckin' idiot, always have been, you know that. Always manage to screw up anything really good in my life..." She looked back away from him, unable to take that gaze anymore. "I don't know. I don't know why I did what I did. Mostly because I was a bit drunk. Maybe because I was a bit curious about being with a woman. Never had been. And...well, if I was going to try somethin' like that...why not Jo?" She mumbled all this, the explanation really all she had. She had used Jo out of curiosity. Shitty of her, she knew, but still.
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Well, not anymore. She stands, keys jangling together in her pocket, sniffling back the start of a nose bleed, and walks out the door. She's got no more to say to either one of them. And no use for either of them right now either. She could agree with Sam that what Dana did was shitty all the way around. Dana knew what she had with Sam...and she used Jo, and how Jo feels about her for a night Jo desperately wishes being bashed in the head would have made her forget.
Jo starts up the truck, and pulls out of the parking lot, looking for a fight.
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Dammit. He let out a huff when he heard her truck pulling away and rubbed a hand over his face, tired. He was just... tired of all this crap and none of it seemed to be getting any easier. So much for sticking together.
"I should go after her, probably."
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Trouble.
A fight's exactly what the doctor didn't order, but she needs it more than a little. There's a woman, pressed up against a wall with a man behind her, the glint of a knife evident to someone looking for it. Jo draws her gun, slowly. "Let her go," Jo says, safety thumbed off and gun raised. "Or I blow your fuckin' brains out. Trust me, ya don't wanna test me today."
The man straightens and turns to face her. "You don't know what you're getting in the middle of, little girl."
"Looks ta me like you're about ta start hurtin' somebody. And you really should just go back to your shitty little trailer and open a beer," Jo answers, stance firm, and obvious that she knows exactly what she's doing.
He actually looks almost surprised; perhaps it's just the fact that Jo looks dead set on killing him. Even as her nose starts to bleed, running in a steady stream down her face. He starts to run.
When he's gone, Jo hurries over to the woman whom has slumped against the wall, looking scared. "It's alright now. He ain't gonna hurt you," she says, soothingly.
The small red-head didn't look any older than she, especially with her large, terrified green eyes. "You're hurt..." the woman says, before reaching in her pocket, hands shaking and pulls out an amulet. "This'll help..."
Jo blinks at her. Fuck. Now what has she gotten herself into? She takes the amulet into her palm, and felt the blessed fucking relief of not feeling her skull crushed in, and the stream of blood dries up. She can see straight...god, yes.
Jo slips it over her neck, and pulls herself out of the crouch, and offers her a hand. "I'm Jo," she says softly. "Thanks."
"Diana. Thank you for saving my life..." the woman says, grasping her hand and pulling herself up to her feet. "If you leave that on overnight, whatever hurts you should be healed."
Jo almost prays she means her heart will be healed too.
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He rubbed a hand over his face and sat up, watching Dana get up for her pain medicine. He didn't want to talk about this crap, but Jo was right... they needed to and it was easier to say this stuff when she wasn't here to hear, to be bothered by it.
"You know, Dana, the fucked up thing is... I still want you. Even if what you did hurt like hell. And more than that, I need you on this. You're still my sister and to be honest, I'm scared." he ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Whether there's something weird about me or not, those demons thought so. They were going to kill you and Jo just to get me pissed off enough to... God, I don't know. And Dad's not answering either of our calls. I'm worried about him."
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"Sam..." She's exhausted. Mentally, physically. She's not sure how much more of this she can keep taking. She's sorta wishing she had gotten up to leave like Jo. Yeah...fucked up of him to still want her. Really. Hearing him say it thought didn't help any. "Look, we're sticking together, no matter...any of this shit. You know you have me even if you don't, ah, don't want me in the other way anymore."
Exhaling, she closes her eyes, rubbing at her temple. "Dad is...Dad. Like I've said, he's probably fine." She was hoping so at least. But best to try and ease the worry at least a little for Sam on that front.
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"If you could give me a ride home, I'd really appreciate it," she answers, hand lingering on Jo's. "I know you've...put yourself out there so much already..."
Jo chuckles and squeezes her hand, walking her out of the alley. "Don't you worry about that. I'll getcha home safe. D'ya have food, or didcha need ta pick yourself up somethin'? I'd...lay low for a coupla days..."
"I've got stuff at home. Hey, why don't I make you some dinner for your trouble."
Jo looks over at her, feeling appreciated and welcome for the first time in a while. "I'd like that a lot."
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"I just said I do want you," he muttered, leaning back on his bed and focusing his eyes on the ceiling. "But if you're gonna go fuck other people, at least tell me so I know where we stand."
He sighed at that reassurance and nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right..."
All they could do now was look for him and they would have to. He needed answers and Dad would have them. He didn't think he'd believe anything about incest either... well, hopefully.
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A muscle in her jaw twitches and Dana just keeps her eyes closed. "Don't wanna fuck other people. And I'm not goin' to." The words are clipped, final. Even if she wasn't sleeping with him, she wasn't going to be sleeping with anybody else.
Dad... She was damn worried about him, despite how she kept playing it of cool for Sam. Every cell he had, every way to contact him...it was impossible. He had officially gone off the radar. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Probably bad.
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Alrighty! <3
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