Sam Winchester (
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Who: Gregory House and Sam Winchester [CLOSED]
What: Valentine’s shenanigans
When: February 11th – February 13th
Where: Room 1501
Rating: PG-13, just in case.
[Sam is an old castle pro at this point. He’s woken up handcuffed to people, a girl, a dog, twelve years younger, all various kinds of losses and shenanigans on the castles part. So waking up with someone there, when he’s pretty sure he went to bed alone—castle. Not feeling the cold wet noses of his dogs pressing against his hand—castle, and the ghosts better take good care of them.
Every instinct tells him that he should just roll over, go back to sleep and wake up when the castle is feeling sane again, but the person next to him might not share his opinion of the situation. They also might not appreciate waking up next to a giant, but that’s not really Sam’s fault. That’s just genetics.
So he sighs, starts to push himself up into a sitting position and rubs his eyes to look at who is next to him, and it takes him a moment to process this, before shaking his head and pushing to his feet to go find his journal.]
I don’t want to know.
What: Valentine’s shenanigans
When: February 11th – February 13th
Where: Room 1501
Rating: PG-13, just in case.
[Sam is an old castle pro at this point. He’s woken up handcuffed to people, a girl, a dog, twelve years younger, all various kinds of losses and shenanigans on the castles part. So waking up with someone there, when he’s pretty sure he went to bed alone—castle. Not feeling the cold wet noses of his dogs pressing against his hand—castle, and the ghosts better take good care of them.
Every instinct tells him that he should just roll over, go back to sleep and wake up when the castle is feeling sane again, but the person next to him might not share his opinion of the situation. They also might not appreciate waking up next to a giant, but that’s not really Sam’s fault. That’s just genetics.
So he sighs, starts to push himself up into a sitting position and rubs his eyes to look at who is next to him, and it takes him a moment to process this, before shaking his head and pushing to his feet to go find his journal.]
I don’t want to know.
no subject
Except for the time when his family was gone]
Well, no one seems to know why the castle is keeping us here.
[closes the journal and tosses it back on the table he found it on]
Just a bunch of people trapped in their rooms.
no subject
no subject
[and he's honestly curious. Really -- he'd love to know your theory]
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Open the journal. Page after page of the most puerile quagmire ever to be forced on an unwilling audience. Not a single interesting thought to be had between them.
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Sometimes you gotta give people a minute.
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[ He massages his thigh as the pain flares up. ]
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Do you want something for your leg?