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.
Stupid Google Maps… It’s not even working anymore.
With a frustrated sigh, she pulled her Harley over in a small diner parking lot, fiddling with her phone for a moment before shoving it into her pocket, defeated. Was it really that hard to find the nearest place to the vampire hideout? Apparently.
The young hunter strolled into the diner, hoping to catch a break- even just for a little while.
it’d really do small diners everywhere some good to start including some lighter fare. well, sam supposes that most people don’t come to diners looking for salads or grilled salmon, so then again, maybe not. still, the types of places he’s forced to frequent don’t look like they've even heard the word antioxidant.
he stabs at a piece of limp brown lettuce a little more viciously than he probably should, gaze lifting from his sorry excuse of a meal to land on a young girl just coming through the door. well. hopefully she’ll have better luck than he did with the menu.
“Okay, I’m going to ask something, & you have to promise not to kick my ass - you look like you could do that, jus’ saying, but…. where on earth did you get that gun?”
okay, so this is weird. he’s staring at a picture-perfect replica of himself circa his high school years. either cas zapped him back to the good old days or he’s going crazy.
❝ i —- uh, i don’t remember; i’ve had it a while. why?❞
And she’s off and laughing, backpack tossed over her shoulder carelessly and practically bouncing down the hallway, turning and walking backwards for a moment to make sure that Sam was still behind her. She’s chanting at him, urging him to walk faster.
“Quick, quick, quick!”
❝ okay, okay! ❞
he can’t keep the laughter from bubbling up, spilling over in a bright declaration of mirth. sam picks up the pace, jogging to keep up with autumn’s quick steps.
An arm is stretched out instinctively to cover sammy—— adrenaline slowly sinking into his veins, catalyst to his thumping heart.
He reaches into the back waistband of his jeans, brandishing his .45. The thing may be alone, but a walker is still a walker. His thoughts race to the other survivors.
“—- How did it get past patrol?”+
following dean’s lead, sam draws his own gun, holding it low in front of him.
they’ve dealt with worse before, but the walkers aren’t usually here, on their own safe ground.
It’s only a tiny noise, she’s had so much worse, but it doesn’t mean that the silver digging into her palm is comfortable. Bottom lip is taken between her teeth, fingers twitch slightly, but she doesn’t protest again. The splinter is almost out, and Sam is surprisingly gentle. Not that she hadn’t thought he would be, he was just so large.
❝ sorry. ❞
he doesn’t look up from her palm, but he does stop slicing at the skin to grasp the piece of wood between his thumb and the edge of his blade. slowly, sam draws it out of the home it’s made in autumn’s flesh, ensuring that it doesn’t snap off while still embedded in her hand.
“Idon’t know, Sam… I thought we could have some fun together. I heard from an old friend of mine that you used to have a little thing for demon blood?”
❝ i don’t do that any more.❞
[ his gaze hardens, a muscle in his neck jumping as his jaw clenches. he doesn’t. he’s learned his lesson. ]
