[ 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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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.]