a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he's still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
idk i’m in a weird mood? i’m debating posting a video of myself singing and playing the piano… but i don’t want to clog all your dashes, so is anyone interested in seeing it? i don’t know what i’m doing
She wasn’t supposed to be at the diner that day, but she was sure she’d lose her mind if she spent one more moment at home. It was a difficult week. One that sent tremors through her slight frame more often than she would like to acknowledge. Work was a nice distraction, though. Better than deafening silence when she entered a room and concerned gazes burning into her back as she left.
❝We’re out of coffee. The next pot should be ready in about ten minutes…❞
She makes a valiant attempt at sounding perky, failing dismally as she lifts her gaze up at the customer.
It was one of those days between cases, when the ghost of the last hunt was still too fresh to push away, in the time between finishing up the old and getting on with the new. They’d blown out, of course, in a whirlwind of blood and sweat and holy water, only to touch down in another town with another diner and another motel and another slew of new faces. And Dean was healing from another injury and Sam was dealing with another dose of cabin fever, so here he was, at another dingy little diner on the corner of another Main Street.
The waitress seemed not to be faring much better than Sam was , and he graced her with a tight-lipped smile and a stiff nod.
”Just give me a minute, I’m absorbing the sunlight like the precious little flower I am.”
She turns towards him, smiling widely and letting the warm sun beat down on her skin, tilting her face upwards a bit and closing her eyes. Autumn loved the sun, despite being a very burnable ginger, she spent a majority of her free time soaking it in.
One emerald eye cracks open and she looks at her best friend, the sunlight streaming down on him and she feels a warmth flood her chest. He looks so happy, she wants to treasure the smile on his face at this moment forever.
❝Yeah, alright.Precious little flower, my ass. ❞
He gins, watching her turn her face into the sun. And maybe it had something to do with the orange in her hair, but Autumn really liked being in the sun. Like, really. Sam liked being outside too, but it wasn’t a fixation. He was fine to sit inside and do homework or read too.
Okay, it’s been long enough. Sam raises his eyebrows as he catches Autumn’s gaze, a wry smile the only warning she gets before he barrels toward her, wrapping his arms around her small waist and lifting her up off the ground, spinning her in a circle before he takes a few steps toward the car, setting her down after a moment.
