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log; ongoing;
When; Now. Roughly. But not like that.
Rating; PG-13 for exposed lower backs.
Characters; Dawn Summers [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tothelibrary]; Sam Winchester [canitdean]
Summary; One should never get a tattoo unless it's meant to prevent demon possession.
Log;
Making plans ahead of time is somewhat of a taboo for hunters. Problem is, despite having been in the business for a good couple of years now, Sam hasn't moved on past the Stanfordian habit of planning out things to the hour, weeks in advance. So when zombies start getting in the way, and when Dean gets infected, well fuck, he'll just have to deal with the possible demon hiding out in Dawn's body later.
All things considered, however, she hasn't really been acting strangely, at all. And that's only cause for more concern, because it wouldn't be the first time he's gotten along with a demon, but this is one area that doesn't really become more comforting with repetition.
Still, there are things more important than Sam's comfort, so he packs up a couple of Jones sodas - don't be fooled, there's holy water inside - and salt, plus a can of spray paint, in a pack that he slings over his shoulder. And, as usual, there's a pistol tucked in his pants, in the small of his back. Shouldn't need more than that for this, hopefully.
Inhaling deeply, he raises his hand to the door, knocks three times.
"Hey, Dawn? It's Sam."
Then proceeds to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck.
Rating; PG-13 for exposed lower backs.
Characters; Dawn Summers [
tothelibrary]; Sam Winchester [canitdean]Summary; One should never get a tattoo unless it's meant to prevent demon possession.
Log;
Making plans ahead of time is somewhat of a taboo for hunters. Problem is, despite having been in the business for a good couple of years now, Sam hasn't moved on past the Stanfordian habit of planning out things to the hour, weeks in advance. So when zombies start getting in the way, and when Dean gets infected, well fuck, he'll just have to deal with the possible demon hiding out in Dawn's body later.
All things considered, however, she hasn't really been acting strangely, at all. And that's only cause for more concern, because it wouldn't be the first time he's gotten along with a demon, but this is one area that doesn't really become more comforting with repetition.
Still, there are things more important than Sam's comfort, so he packs up a couple of Jones sodas - don't be fooled, there's holy water inside - and salt, plus a can of spray paint, in a pack that he slings over his shoulder. And, as usual, there's a pistol tucked in his pants, in the small of his back. Shouldn't need more than that for this, hopefully.
Inhaling deeply, he raises his hand to the door, knocks three times.
"Hey, Dawn? It's Sam."
Then proceeds to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck.
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A moment to take that in. "So, you thought maybe I was?" She's not mad, though, so don't be worried, Sam. Then she sighs and takes another sip of soda, and shrugs. "Sure, why not. Um. As long as we don't mention it where Buffy can see and try and kill you, can I lay down on my bed for the drawing? Buffy stuff is all over the couch because she's a total slob, and I don't feel like hanging out on the floor."
She's blushing, but hey, you can ignore that, right Sam? "We could leave the door open. I mean. In case, or whatever."