Sam Winchester
"When I think about my destiny...when I think about how I could end up.... I needed to think that there was something else watching too, y'know? Some higher power. Some greater good. Then maybe I...maybe I could be saved."

January 2009
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"The more people I save, the more I can change."

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"It's not food anymore, Dean, it's Darwinism."

Sam Winchester
#228: 3 a.m.

"3 a.m."
Theatrical Muse

It's 3 AM and Sam's stuck in some underground bunker, tied to a chair. With a party had on his head. And "it's my party and I'll cry if I want to…" looping from some radio on the table in front of him. Sitting around the table with him? Are bodies. Dead bodies.

Lots of dead bodies.

He's at a psycho ghost's party with a bunch of dead people. It's really not the ideal place to be at 3 AM. Actually, the Morton house was a pretty damn place to be at any time tonight.

But no. "It's our Grand Canyon!" Dean said, and Sam - God, what was he thinking? - gave him.

Grand fucking Canyon. This was more like taking a giant leap off the Grand Canyon.

Made worse by the fact that they were not only stuck in the house with a bunch of idiots who thought it would be fun or something to spend the night in one of the most haunted spots in America, but he's sitting at a dead guy's birthday party - and opposite him, blood's still seeping from Corbett's body.

It's 3 AM and Sam wishes he could be anywhere but here.


Muse: Sam Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 197
Feeling: sore sore