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Sam Winchester
26 April 2010 @ 05:14 pm

... at least they're not angel wings. That'd just be ironic.

[OOC- Sam will be hiding in his room until this event is over, because he doesn't want anyone seeing him looking like a daddy long legs.]

Sam Winchester
05 April 2010 @ 03:57 pm

I still think the whole Easter holiday is a little ridiculous. No offense to those who celebrate it and take its religious "roots" seriously or anything, but it's sort of hard to buy into the whole Peter Cottontail thing when you understand the pagan origins and all. Still, I hope those of you who are into it had a good one.

Thanks for the egg, America.

A lot of people have disappeared recently. I keep waiting around or go out looking for them, but they don't come back. I guess it's a good thing, but... I just wish I knew why the hell I'm still here. It's been over a year and I still don't have any answers. Most cases don't take this long.
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Sam Winchester
14 March 2010 @ 09:46 pm

... Trickster. It has to be a Trickster. Because little gray men don't exist.

Then again, today marks one year since I've been here.  I should know better by now.

Also, I'd like to know how the one following me around has managed to give my laptop more viruses in a couple of hours than Dean's ever given it without an internet connection. It infected it on purpose.That's the only logical explanation.

Oh, how cute. I'm still trying to use logic.

Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
Sam Winchester
04 February 2010 @ 05:09 am

-sus Christ, it's one thing to get killed in my own bedroom and come back from the dead, but to come back missing some vital equipment was just-

[There's a pause. Well crap, that's why sane people don't talk to themselve; they might accidentally record their mutterances.]

Uh... let's not talk about the past few days. Or the past week, for me. Ever.

And, um, Anita? I sorta need my clothes back.

Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
Sam Winchester
26 December 2009 @ 10:45 pm
Wow, I had no idea that people would celebrate Christmas in a place like this. I guess it makes sense; any reason to celebrate is a good one. Still, I'm sorry I wasn't really prepared for the whole thing. Thanks to those of you who gave me something; I appreciate all of the gifts and will wear, eat, or otherwise utilize each and every one, honest.

And to whoever gave me that anonymous gift... thanks. I won't take it off.

I was never much for celebrating holidays even back home, but I'll try and reciprocate somehow. Thanks again, and happy belated holidays.

[OOC- The following gifts will be left for people over the next couple of days, with the attached notes:

- fresh apple pie and a six-pack of his favorite beer. "We can share it over a chat, which should probably happen soon. That is, unless it's gone in record time."
Ruby- an impromptu basket with all of the sweets he could get his hands on, from chocolate to jelly beans to rock candy. "This should last you a day or so. If it doesn't, well, at least you get to watch me have earth-shaking migraines whenever we practice, so that's probably a gift in its own right."
Castiel- just a handmade card with a sketch of a manger and the Christmas star. "I know the roots of the holiday aren't exactly Christian, but accept this in the spirit in which it was meant. Thank you for shaking up my faith; it gives me a reason to go find it once again."
Coraline- a red journal. "Start writing down your adventures. I'd like to hear some of your own stories sometime."
Haruhi- a near-perfect copy of his father's journal, in which John Winchester wrote down in-depth facts and personal experiences he's had with the occult. "These notes helped Dean and I get through a lot; maybe through a pair of fresh eyes, they can get us out of another scrape. If nothing else, I hope you find it interesting."

Anyone else that he's interacted with more than once (America, Helena, Terra, James, Ryoji, etc.) will receive a small gift bag filled with those little red-and-white peppermints.]
Current Mood: surprisedsurprised
Sam Winchester
25 November 2009 @ 03:21 am

I'm glad that people made it back from the storm okay. If anyone needs extra blankets or anything, let me know. Some places around here are still a bit more drafty than others.

I'm going to be sifting through some old notes soon, and I might have some questions for certain people. I just need to get things in order so I've got a decent line of questioning. Because somehow, that just seems to make sense.

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Current Mood: busy
Sam Winchester
11 November 2009 @ 11:13 pm
[Screen turns on to show a skinny boy with long black bangs hiding most of his eyes sitting in a dark, cramped place with a dim lamp of sorts providing dramatic lighting. He's apparently balanced the communicator on a box or something, as his arms can just barely be seen wrapped around his knees, which are drawn up to his chest. He looks like he's been crying and his eyes are downcast.]

It's so hard, y'know? Living here. With nothing. And no one. I mean, there used to be Dean, but Dean... Dean went away. He always goes away. That's how it's supposed to be, right? Dean... goes... away.

[He brings his hands up to view, and we can see what he'd been staring at. He's holding a fairly large burger with extra cheese, the sesame seeds on the bun clearly spelling out, "DEAN." He gets more dramatic as he talks to it.]

You're always leaving me, Dean. But you're always there at the same time. You, with your extra cheesiness and your lack of any nutritional value whatsoever. You make me sick if there's too much of you around, but at the same time, I can't just put you down. What's that?

[He lowers an ear to the burger, as though listening to it.]

I'm not gay, you jerk! And don't call me a bitch, either. Oh yeah, real mature, always resorting to nicknames when I try to express how I feel. Well, you can't live your life like that, Dean! You just can't-!

[He turns to the nearby door as Sam's voice calls out.]

I hear you, you little freak! Are you still moping in the freakin' closet?!

[The screen goes black as he hurriedly switches it off.]
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
Sam Winchester
08 November 2009 @ 08:31 pm

[Sam? Sam is not happy. In fact, Sam is sort of panicky. Right before a big event, too. Oy.]

... has anyone seen Dean lately? 

His room looks like he hasn't been there in a while.

... he wouldn't leave without me.

... shit.

Current Mood: anxiousanxious
Sam Winchester
14 October 2009 @ 07:53 pm
I'm guessing it's okay to come out now without being loaded down with Kevlar? Also, in case you were curious, Kevlar doesn't help when a door slams shut on your hand.

Unless anyone else is willing to take the blame, I think that last event was my fault. Or Dean's, possibly. But I think it felt more like mine.

Ruby? I'll be in the library most of the night, f you want to have that talk now.
Current Mood: soresore
Sam Winchester
09 October 2009 @ 09:58 pm

I didn't think of it when I first saw the announcement, but with everyone discussing the "prey" aspect of the next event, I'm wondering if this has something to do with hunting. I'm sure Dean and I aren't the only hunters here, though I'm wondering what kind of hunting's involved.

So... anyone? Would you have considered yourself a game hunter or a treasure hunter or something along those lines? Maybe if we can narrow down whose memory this event is coming from, we can be better prepared for it.

Crazy notion, that whole "being prepared" thing, but I thought I'd give it a shot.

Current Mood: curiouscurious