driftfleet | voice. a quick sad post.

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voice. a quick sad post.

Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Red Fish
When: after a sad shuffle :C

[Sam's very much subdued the day that Dean vanishes. If he reacts more viscerally to it, to knowing that this Dean was returning to his inevitable death at Sam and satan's own hands, nobody'd know it — he closes himself up in his room, keeps himself distant for a little while. It helps, because it also gets him away from those damned echoes that have begun to snowball. He's tried his best to ignore them, and with Dean suddenly gone... he doesn't trust himself to be anything but stressed at the sight.

Anyway. Um. Best to move forward, right...? Get back into things. Working at the bar keeps his mind busy, as does helping with the garden, and there's also helping with the weird messages from the planet, and — dammit, Sam, get back into things. Fake it 'til you make it. This too shall pass, if you pretend hard enough that you're fine. So he breathes in deep, breathes out, and addresses the fleet.]

My brother, Dean, um. Dean Winchester's left the fleet. I wasn't sure how many people knew him, but...

[A pause.]

Anyone want to talk? I could use something to keep me occupied. Your choice of topic, just shoot. I can be a pretty good listener, too.

[Help me get out of this funk, huh.]

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It's not exactly a need, but I figure I shouldn't let Misty and Obi-Wan have all the fun.

[It's a lame joke, and he knows it, so:] Can you meet me in the Center? I've got tea, and cookies, and uh - I don't know, what do you feel like having?

Sure, yeah. Honestly, any of that sounds great. I'm not picky.

See you in... ten?

Sounds good. I'll see you then, and uh - hope you're okay with black or green.

Either works for me.

[... Unless you're implying everything is either burnt or molding.

But hey, he'll take his chances — it's not long before he's stopping by the center, looking a bit awkward but ultimately it's just... y'know. Trying to keep positive when you know your brother's lost to his alternative timeline. Admittedly, he's also been a bit skittish when it comes to echoes...]

[Stefan can't blame him, but as he promised, there are two freshly brewed cups of black tea in the Kitchen. He gives Sam a small, nervous smile as he offers one mug.]

I have honey and sugar too, should you need some.

[Sam seems distracted — it's just a moment, a flick of his eyes, but he's quick to adjust to the situation that Stefan isn't privy to. With a mild little smile he takes the mug and considers the man's uncertainty.]

... It's not unintentionally deadly to drink, is it?

[He raises his eyebrows at the nervous smile.

You worried about choking him to death with your concoction?]

Oh, God no. [Stefan laughs, finally allowing himself to relax.] I'm just - normally, I'm really good at remembering what people usually drink.

[Or at the very least, there's a list of people's usual tea (or hot cocoa!) orders taped to the kitchen fridge. Stefan takes his regulars (and semi-regulars, and whoever drops by) very, very seriously.]

I'm just hoping I remembered right this time.

Look... You can't really go wrong.

[He gives a cheerful grin.]

I'm a Winchester, so, uh... we've had some of the worst motel coffee in the world.

You can do better than tar, so you're alright.

I'd hope I can do better than tar. [He wrinkles his nose, looking almost offended at the thought.] I'm a Salvatore, but my family took tea brewing to an art form.

[He gets what Sam means, though, so he relaxes.]

Guess you're no stranger to being out on the road?

Edited 2016-11-22 01:08 (UTC)

[Oh dude.]

I lived on the road for at least a good thirty years of my life, actually. It was kind of a weird childhood. Traveling family, never really stuck anywhere. Only had a few homes for a few years. Didn't... really pan out.

Oh.

[Now he just feels awkward.]

It sounds more "unique" to me. I'm sure you saw more of the US than I ever did.

[Sam waves a hand, not too beat up about the awkwardness.]

Saw the big ball of yarn a lot.

Never have been to Disneyland, though.

Probably since we were living off credit card fraud, mostly.

That... that would do it, yeah.

[He's not even going to ask. This road will lead to Questions, and he's not sure he's comfortable asking 'em.]

Disneyland's not that exciting, anyway. Not compared to the stuff we've seen.

[Pfffft.]

I don't know, I've heard great things about the Matterhorn.

You would've heard correctly. The Matterhorn was pretty spectacular...

[He tilts his head.]

But I was also, like, ten, so my memory's biased.

[He laughs.]

Yeah. It's amazing how different things look when you're thirty-something looking back at elementary school days, huh?

[His memories can be weird. Sometimes things he remembered well before Hell kind of blur, and sometimes things he didn't remember nearly so well hit him hard, real hard. He thinks maybe the Trials did that to him; he remembered a lot of really insane shit he would have never recollected with such clarity.

Sam's never quite sure how his brain works.]

But I guess you're right. Disneyland doesn't really match up to floating through space with talking horses and giant ice planets.

Were you around for the talking penguin? He was hilarious.

[Stefan's never going to forget that mental image of a giant penguin waddling through the Iskaulit. Some things, tbh, can never be unseen.]

I have no idea if our Earths are remotely the same, but in the off event that they were, I would've gladly dragged you down there.

Whoa, whoa, wait a second.

Talking penguin?

[You can't just throw that lifesaver out there and then immediately reel it in!]

Yeah, his name was Frobisher. [Headtilt.] He had an English accent too, if I remember right - he was a weird one, even by my standards.

[A laugh escapes, low and exasperated.]

One of these days, I'll get used to the talking animals thing.

That's one topic I've managed to evade in my lifetime back home.

We didn't have them in Mystic Falls, if it helps, but my undergrad? Y'Allah, I think I got used to it by the third unicorn.

[Save the Earth was a magical place in every single sense of the word.]

As long as you're not being rude or anything, uh, I don't think it's a problem.

The third. Incredible.

[He grins, though, shaking his head.]

Just one was enough for me.

I try not to be rude. Um. I admit, I've got a little prejudice. Being raised to mistrust anything that wants to eat me, potentially. You know. It makes you have to re-evaluate sometimes.

Yeah, I think I know what you mean.

[His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes - he might've had a crisis or two about whether he should keep drinking animal blood. Sentient animals deserve to live happy lives too! Synthetic blood just might be the way to go, etc.]

At least they've been pretty patient with us dumb humans.

Hey, speak for yourself!

Sure, I'm a college drop-out, but there are worse things to be.

[ROLL CREDITS.

teasingly:]

I don't mind the vacation from fangs and claws, anyway. I like my blood in my body.

[Y'Allah . . .

Stefan takes a sip of his mug to stall for a reaction. He knows that Sam's a hunter, but he's a lot less sure of what would happen if he admitted his fanged secret. So his laugh is a super nervous one:] Yeah, um. I'm glad they're not wrecking much havoc either.

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