Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 11, 2011 1:46:22 GMT -5
Sam had been having a hard time lately concentrating on much of anything. The recent events had his mind in a buzz. Some days he felt like he had one too many drinks and wished to the powers that may be that he could just sleep it off like a bad hangover. That or could take a remedy that could surfice to get rid of the nasty feelings he had. A part of him some points just wanted to tear out his hair and maybe even his brain for that matter. Though he didn't do such. It just felt like he wanted to. Things were getting tough this he knew. But why worry Dean over such things. After all Dean would want to do something further than he has already done. Things were already enough of a burden, he didn't need Dean making them even hard on himself or Sam for that matter.
He knew that Dean more than likely meant well. Usually he tried. Look out for the little bro right? Well, things weren't like things had been. Sam was still, well Sam, but not at the same time. He was a whole different man. One with things that he didn't want to think about, but at the same time, did. It was all so confusing. So to try and keep his mind off it he sat and watched some television. Usually he'd be on the computer looking up stuff, but for some reason he wasn't kean on doing so at the moment. Dean seemed to have a good handle on things as was, so why not a good break. After all things weren't like they used to be. Not always on the go go go. Hunts took more time now, had a bit more thought put into them. Many were even more dangerous as was.
Naturally he had a drink as he sat there. He was so far off into his little world that he didn't know what Dean was up to realy. Dean could have been out for all he knew. He was too engrossed in the show he was watching to care at the moment. Quietly he took a drink of his beer and then held it in his lap and he layed up on the bed. His legs were crossed casually. Sam's expression was none placent. His eyes were unfocused and vague. Honestly if anyone walked in or whatever, he wouldn't even know that they were there.
He knew that Dean more than likely meant well. Usually he tried. Look out for the little bro right? Well, things weren't like things had been. Sam was still, well Sam, but not at the same time. He was a whole different man. One with things that he didn't want to think about, but at the same time, did. It was all so confusing. So to try and keep his mind off it he sat and watched some television. Usually he'd be on the computer looking up stuff, but for some reason he wasn't kean on doing so at the moment. Dean seemed to have a good handle on things as was, so why not a good break. After all things weren't like they used to be. Not always on the go go go. Hunts took more time now, had a bit more thought put into them. Many were even more dangerous as was.
Naturally he had a drink as he sat there. He was so far off into his little world that he didn't know what Dean was up to realy. Dean could have been out for all he knew. He was too engrossed in the show he was watching to care at the moment. Quietly he took a drink of his beer and then held it in his lap and he layed up on the bed. His legs were crossed casually. Sam's expression was none placent. His eyes were unfocused and vague. Honestly if anyone walked in or whatever, he wouldn't even know that they were there.
