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[gavemea_45]

As soon as the shower had started running in the motel's bathroom, Sam had seized his chance. He yelled something indistinct about lunch, grabbed his laptop and messenger bag, and headed straight for Milliways without waiting for Dean to answer.

Now he's sitting at a booth, the laptop open in front of him, staring at something on the screen.

(From time to time he stares at a note, instead.)

Either way, it doesn't look like he's making much progress.


[ooc: open until it scrolls, with a break at 9 MT for tonight's episode of Supernatural.]

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[gavemea_45]

Don't ask, he tells himself. Don't ask. Whatever it is, it's got to be a trick. Don't ask--


He meets her no-longer-black eyes without flinching.

"Yeah? What's that?"

[cannotforget.livejournal.com]

If she was expecting that very reaction, she certainly makes no point of making it obvious.

Her expression is the same: serious, concerned, but very matter-of-fact.


"I can help you save your brother."

[gavemea_45]

The shock that flashes over his face is visible, as is the flicker of stunned, desperate hope before his expression hardens and everything about him closes off.

"You're lying."

[cannotforget.livejournal.com]

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you successfully hook your audience.

"Why don't you look into your mom's friends - just like I told you - and when you're ready, you can give me a call and we'll talk again?"

She reaches for a spare napkin, and with a pen that seemingly appears out of nowhere, she quickly jots down her number.

[gavemea_45]

Sam eyes her for a second or two, then takes the napkin and shoves it in his pocket.

Without saying a word, he grabs the rest of his things. He gives her another long look, turns, and walks away.



She's lying.

She's a demon. She has to be lying.

Doesn't she?