[ It does take her a moment to put it together, and once she understands, color blooms over her features and she has to take another moment. Gracious, Samuel. ]
[ Mercifully, everyone was gifted with a lovely horse a little while ago, otherwise she'd have a trek ahead of her. It'll take...oh, a few minutes, not terribly long - just enough time for her to put something nice on, utilitarian likely, but nice. Soft trousers, a blouse, pin her wild hair up out of her face.
She'll tap lightly on the door when she arrives, curious and quizzical, and blushing, just a bit. ]
[Lucky for all those nice horsies there is a radiant horse hotel freshly built and awaiting.
Okay, so, it's a very basic stable that two assholes with zero carpentry skills cobbled together but they did a damn good job for total noobs if you ask him.
Sam isn't far from the door, actually. He restless, wandering the cabin like a listless spirit. It's too quiet. The walls echo without Dean's presence. The air is too clean without the odd whiff of whatever Castiel has decided to smoke. Absently, Sam wonders if Cas would mind if he had some..
Tempting, but he needs to be sharp. Laser focused and ready to move out to do... anything. Please God, let him do something. Let Dean call him asking to be picked up, let them appear in the doorway weary but alive.
Boundless energy.. and coping mechanisms.. that's Sam tonight. Busy work done, younger self squared away, and he's pacing like a wolf- tempering his intensity just enough to not look like a complete psychopath when he answers the door. He even smiles, though it's strained.]
[ Oh....oh Sam. Evelyn can immediately tell something is wrong the second she lays eyes on him, and she tugs her shawl around her shoulders, sliding into the little cabin she'd become so familiar with. ]
Sam..
[ She reaches for him, touches his arm, fingers light and gentle. ]
[Retconning or whatever Dean and Cas are already back because timeline.
Doesn't mean Sam is okay. He is still far from okay. He's vibrating out of his skin.
They almost died. They still have a lot to recover from injury wise. Some very scary viral things are/could be happening and it's all to do with blood. And Sam- Sam's blood- he's still reeling.
It's not okay. It's just not. Torn between wanting to run and remaining steadfast, it would be nice to just.. like he doesn't want to die or leave or anything but it would be nice to just not exist for a little while.
Man, it probably isn't even safe for Evelyn to be here. God fucking-
He forces a breath, mild whirling a million miles a second, feeling like he's standing behind himself watching. Sam looks, for a moment, entirely bristled with emotion before he cuts it back and off. No emotion would be better but he isn't managing that well, either.]
Uhm, well,
[He tries with an empty gesture. Words are hard. Where would he even start.]
Nothing good.
[Instead, he reaches for her hand to bring her back to his room. C'mon. Let's hide. Let's do something besides talk about how crappy he is at herding his feral family on the crest of The End.]
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Give me a few minutes, and I'll be there.
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I'll be here. Call if you hit a snag.
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Of course.
[ Mercifully, everyone was gifted with a lovely horse a little while ago, otherwise she'd have a trek ahead of her. It'll take...oh, a few minutes, not terribly long - just enough time for her to put something nice on, utilitarian likely, but nice. Soft trousers, a blouse, pin her wild hair up out of her face.
She'll tap lightly on the door when she arrives, curious and quizzical, and blushing, just a bit. ]
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Okay, so, it's a very basic stable that two assholes with zero carpentry skills cobbled together but they did a damn good job for total noobs if you ask him.
Sam isn't far from the door, actually. He restless, wandering the cabin like a listless spirit. It's too quiet. The walls echo without Dean's presence. The air is too clean without the odd whiff of whatever Castiel has decided to smoke. Absently, Sam wonders if Cas would mind if he had some..
Tempting, but he needs to be sharp. Laser focused and ready to move out to do... anything. Please God, let him do something. Let Dean call him asking to be picked up, let them appear in the doorway weary but alive.
Boundless energy.. and coping mechanisms.. that's Sam tonight. Busy work done, younger self squared away, and he's pacing like a wolf- tempering his intensity just enough to not look like a complete psychopath when he answers the door. He even smiles, though it's strained.]
Hey,
[Immediately moving aside to let her in.]
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Sam..
[ She reaches for him, touches his arm, fingers light and gentle. ]
What happened?
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Doesn't mean Sam is okay. He is still far from okay. He's vibrating out of his skin.
They almost died. They still have a lot to recover from injury wise. Some very scary viral things are/could be happening and it's all to do with blood. And Sam- Sam's blood- he's still reeling.
It's not okay. It's just not. Torn between wanting to run and remaining steadfast, it would be nice to just.. like he doesn't want to die or leave or anything but it would be nice to just not exist for a little while.
Man, it probably isn't even safe for Evelyn to be here. God fucking-
He forces a breath, mild whirling a million miles a second, feeling like he's standing behind himself watching. Sam looks, for a moment, entirely bristled with emotion before he cuts it back and off. No emotion would be better but he isn't managing that well, either.]
Uhm, well,
[He tries with an empty gesture. Words are hard. Where would he even start.]
Nothing good.
[Instead, he reaches for her hand to bring her back to his room. C'mon. Let's hide. Let's do something besides talk about how crappy he is at herding his feral family on the crest of The End.]