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Post by Sarah Danielle Blake on Apr 27, 2012 2:13:06 GMT -6
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Who would have ever imagined that Sarah Blake would ever get in this line of work? Certainly she had never imagined that. Not until a year later. A year later, thanks to some demon, she had been pushed into the hunting lifestyle. Because of the death of her father. Okay, so maybe a demon had killed him. Didn't mean that she had to take up this lifestyle. But it was what she chose to do. Maybe the Winchester brothers had inspired her. If she had never met them and then a demon killed her father, then she would have most likely never became a hunter. But over the course of the past five years, Sarah had saved a lot of lives. Lives that would have never survived if she had never became a hunter. That meant something. It meant a lot. She was helping people, fighting things...
Did she regret her decision of bhecoming a hunter? Sure, there were some days that she wished she was just a normal girl. But let's face it. Was Sarah ever normal? Maybe this was exactly what she had been destined to do from the day that she had been born. And she was honestly okay with that. She was.
Actually, Sarah hadnot been in Richmond long. Only a few days tops. But something led her here. She just had no clue what. Not yet, anyways. But right now, Sarah had to get out of her room. So she hopped into her car and drove down the road, only to find herself parking near the cemetary. Why she came here, she hadn't a clue yet. But she was uncomfortably comfortable with being at a cemetary at night. In some way, she did find in comforting. Strange. Definitely. But it seemed like the right place to go. Maybe she would find something interesting. She thought so.
Grabbing both her knife and gun from the glove box, Sarah got out of her car and slipped the knife into her left boot and held onto her gun, her arm staying at her side. She closed the car door and walked further into the cemetary, looking around. She suddenly stopped, looking around. She thought that she heard something. But she couldn't tell if she was just imagining it or maybe if it was the wind. She gripped onto her gun tighter, holding it up slightly, looking around at her surroundings, armed and ready just in case.
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Post by samwinchester on May 5, 2012 15:49:04 GMT -6
 This was... boring. Dull. Irksome. Ho-hum. Tedious. It was so boring that Sam was actually taking the time to look through his mental thesaurus for synonyms to ensure his mind would not atrophy in the extreme tedium. It was the same shindig, different day. Shovels. Rock salt. Lighter fluid. Rinse, wash, repeat, on to the next town. Sam had thought that life after his reunion with Dean was going to be going back to the excitement of old.
Socially, things were pretty exciting. He could feel the tension between him and Dean starting to boil, just like it did the same time every year. He didn't know what it was that Dean was getting so uptight about, but Sam had a feeling that he was mad at him for something. Mad but cautious, which called for a lot of silent drive in the countryside as they whipped past fields of nothing.
And there it was again, that overbearing blanket of boredom. For once, there didn't seem to be any great apocalypse for them to thwart, no great evil that needed snuffing. The past few months had been filled with mundane exorcisms and possessions, and it had been the pair of them going through the motions, making the world safe for all Smalltown, USA Americans, one line of Latin at a time.
The most exciting part of the night was when Sam lost the toss of Rock, Paper, Scissors that sent him back to the car to retrieve the forgotten bag of rock salt from the trunk. His hands and face were dirty from the time it took to dig up the grave of old “what's-her-name” to ensure a proper salt and burning. But someone had forgotten a very important, and after a quick game of “but I thought you had it” Sam was sent packing back to the get it.
So, bag slung over one arm, Sam trudged back to the grave site, carrying the salt like a sack of potatoes.
That was when he felt the eyes on him. The overwhelming feeling that he was not alone. The feeling that one gets when the monster in the movie is just behind the next turn in the hallway, and at any moment the hapless hero is about to be devoured, poor schlube that he was. It slowed Sam's steps, making him look around. Dumb idea, that. Let's the stalker know that the prey is aware of their presence, but the paranoia was growing, and Sam found himself not thinking clearly.
He gulped hard, fighting against the pulsing of his heart in his ears. This didn't make sense. Why was this feeling coming on so suddenly? And out of no where? There was no reason for it.. Regaining his mind, he started walking, though his feet were tremulous. He needed to get back to Dean, get back to company. Then, it might not be so bad. At least, then, he wouldn't be alone, out here, in the middle of a graveyard, with no one to help him if he needed it...
He was so distracted, that he did not see the sight of the girl in the distance, raising a gun in his direction. You know. In case he was a bad guy.  Tag: Dean, Sarah Count: 544 Notes: And the paranoid part of the hallucinations start... Credit: Jax |
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Post by Sarah Danielle Blake on May 8, 2012 23:43:49 GMT -6
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Back when Sarah had still been learning the ropes of hunting, she had to do a lot of practice. She did a lot of target practice too. Sarah wanted to get good at shooting. It would only take one little mistake to cost the girl her life. And that was one chance that she did not want to take. She did get some tips along the way from other hunters who've been hunting monsters and ghosts and demons for years. That was really a big help. And Sarah was a quick study, too. And now, Sarah was a perfect shoot. She never missed anything that she was aiming to shoot. But she was also extremely cautious. Sarah did not want to end up accidently shooting, or even worse, killing some poor innocent person.
Pointing the gun straight ahead, keeping her arms raised, she noticed the dark looking figure in the distance. So she wasn't imagining it. She did hear soming. She felt like she was not alone. And she was right. She wasn't alone. But they weren't coming towards her. They weren't trying to attack her. Maybe this was not somebody evil. But, she still kept her arm raised. She remained cautious, but started to walked towards the figure.
Sarah was not sure of what to think, really. After all, what kind of person would be out in a graveyard, alone, this late? It didn't really make any sense. But she had to be sure. She had to make sure that this person or whatever before her was not of any threat. To her or to anybody else. But as Sarah had gotten close enough to get a glimpse at the guys face, she raised her arms down slightly. But not all the way. He didn't look dangerous. He didn't look like one of the creatures that she hunts. Unless, of course, he was being possessed by a demon. Which was a possibilioty. At first, she hadn't realized that this was Sam Winchester. After all, it had been 6 years or so. That was for sure. "Hey...What are you doing in a graveyard this late?"
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on May 11, 2012 0:19:13 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Sam and Dean were working on a haunting case together, it really was a strange job. This ghost couple were haunting another couple in there own home that use to belong to the ghosts, no surprise there. It seemed as though they were mad that someone else was in there home. But Sam and Dean knew what they had to do, they had to salt and burn the bones stopping the problem. Which was easy right? No for some reason each one of the loves decided to be barred with there moms and dads in completely different cemeteries, which meant Dean had to go to one cemetery while Sam went to the other.
Dean had finished his end of the job and was now on his way back to Sam, but Dean was starting to get a bit worry about Sam. Dean had been calling and calling him to let him know he was done, and there was no answer. Dean was now starting to get worry. “Come on Sammy pick up the damn phone, what the hell is going on!” Dean said while throwing his phone in the passenger seat. Dean then speeded up the Impala trying to get to Sam has fast as he could. The Impala roared as Dean drove faster and faster trying his best to get to Sam. He couldn’t have something happening to Sam he just got him back, Dean cant lose Sam again he just couldn’t.
Dean then stopped the Impala suddenly and got out, he run out as fast as he could into the gave yard looking for Sam. “Sam! Were are you Sam?” Dean said looking everywhere for him. Till finally he found Sam talking to… “Sarah Blake what are you doing here? Its been a long time since we talk to you, how have you been?” Dean then looked too Sam. “Sammy are you ok I have been calling and calling, you had me worried sick man. Why didn’t you answer your phone.” Asked Dean.
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Post by samwinchester on May 14, 2012 19:14:15 GMT -6
Had Sam been armed, he probably would have felt a little more at ease. But he, like a fool, had left his sidearm back at the grave site in favor of carting a bag of rock salt an eighth of a mile. It couldn't be changed, but Sam found himself wondering, not for the first time in recent weeks, just where his head was. It was not him, making such careless actions a norm, but here he was, making a mistake that someone on their first hunt would.
That's what made him almost use the bag of salt as a bludgeoning weapon against the wielder of an unexpected voice. It took him a moment to register it as (possibly) friendly, and another moment still to notice that it was female. The fact that it was someone that might be familiar did not hit on the radar, especially because he had no real reason to think about Sarah Blake and what she might be doing here. Even when he looked at her, he didn't recognize her.
N ow, he knew what he was here, and that he had business to tend to, but he had no idea why anyone else would be out in a cemetery in the middle of the night. Another hunter? Maybe she was some sort of groundskeeper. Or an enemy? Rather than answer her question, he deflected. "Well, hello, strange lady. Same question!" He didn't even try to hide the startled tone in his voice, and was instantly on the defense.
From somewhere in the cemetery, he thought that he could hear Dean calling out to him. He didn't want to take his focus off the stranger, so he delayed in his responses to his brother. Dean came upon Sam's little stand off, and immediately identified the woman.
Sarah Blake...
Sam had no idea who she was at first. He searched through his memory banks, and really had to prime it with some mental elbow grease, but he had a vague memory of someone with that name. It was years ago, but it was the only person that he thought it could maybe apply to. A woman that they had helped... a woman that he had kissed during a moment where he needed some sort of contact with another human being. It had been not long after Jessica that they met Sarah, and Sam had still being, well, heartbroken.
"Sarah Blake... Sorry. I didn't recognize you at first," he said, trying to hide the fact that he probably would not have been able to remember her if Dean hadn't provided a mental jarring. And Dean was talking about Sam not answering his phone... A phone that Sam could have sworn was in his pocket... Until he remembered that he had taken it out of his pocket and put it with his supply duffel at the grave-site. You know... so I didn't loose track of it.
"Dammit... I left it back with my stuff! Dean, I'm sorry. I don't know where my head is these days..." Tag: Sarah, and Dean! Count: 508 Notes: Dark not so scary with people! Credit: Jax
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Post by Sarah Danielle Blake on May 29, 2012 0:11:02 GMT -6
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Sarah did know these boys. She completely lowered her gun to her side. It was Sam and Dean. Sam. How could she not have realized? Sam had been on her mind quite a bit over the course of six years. And she would have loved to call him up, to talk to him, but Sarah had no idea of how to reach him. Him or Dean. And their paths never once crossed again. Until now, that was. It had been so long. And now here she was, standing in front of Sam and Dean. After all of this time. It was amazing how much these two had changed. Okay, maybe not that amazing. It had been six years, after all. Six long years. She had changed, as well. Last time Sam and Dean had last seen her, they had helped her. She had just been a normal girl, living with her normal father. And now look at her. She dressed differently. She had too. Could not exactly work in this line o work in what she use to wear. Now she was a hunter. And if she had never met the Winchesters, she highly doubted that she would end up where she was now. Did she ever regret meeting the boys? Of course not. Did she regret becoming a hunter? Not exactly. She enjoyed her work. And she was really good at her job.She was a perfect shot.
It was just so amazing how much anything can change over the course of many years. And now, Sarah had no idea of what to say. "Sam, Dean. It's been what? Six years now?" A lifetime practically. Or so it felt like a lifetime. What was she suppose to say? That they inspired her into this line of work? That they were her inspiration? That she was forced into becoming a hunter after a demon had killed her father? A year after seeing them last? It was pretty hard to know of the right thing to say. It really was.
Smiling softly, she looked from Sam to Dean and back to Sam. "I was just here working on a job. On a case. How are you two doing? Good I hope."
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Jun 4, 2012 1:47:25 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -Dean couldn’t believe it Sarah Blake was really here, but what was she doing here? She didn’t really seem like the type of girl to just hang out in the cemetery at night, she was a nice girl who helped her dad run an old antique shop. She didn’t need to do any of this. But Dean did remember her getting into there case, wanting to help them out when it wasn’t safe for her at all. So maybe that why she was out here, heard they were in town and wanted to help. That probably wasn’t the case though.
But then it hit Dean like a ton of bricks, was Sarah a hunter like them? She really seemed into what they did and really wanted to help. But why would anyone want this life? Why would they want to give up everything and there family? Dean sure as hell wouldn’t want to if he didn’t have to. But not everyone thinks that way and don’t realize what they give up till its too late. But he wasn’t going to jump the gun just yet, Sarah hadn’t even said why she was even there yet.
Dean then walked over to Sam not so happy. “Sammy you really need to keep your phone on you, I though something was wrong. But anyway I’m glad you are ok.” He then turned looking at Sarah. “Man has it really been that long that we have seen you? It seems like just yesterday that we met, But you look great how you been doing?” Sarah did look great she seemed like she was doing great, and she seemed very happy to see Sam. But if he remembers right those two really had a thing for each other.
Sarah then had said something that had made him stop in his tracks, It seemed as though Sarah was a hunter now and his guess was right. Dean was shocked to hear that was going to be the life for a nice girl like her, it really wasn’t the right life to be in. But for anyone for that matter. “Sarah why are you a hunter you don’t need this life, what are you even thinking? What the hell made you decide to do this anyway?” For once Dean wished when he guessed he was wrong.
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Post by samwinchester on Jun 5, 2012 1:50:04 GMT -6
“I know about my phone, Dean. I don't know, I just... I can't seem to keep my head on my shoulder these days.” “Distracted” would be a good word for it. Sam could not remember what it was that sparked it. So much had been going on lately, but he could feel himself getting worse. Not a lot worse, but the little things were adding up into a lot of a little. He didn't want to worry Dean all that much, but perhaps it was time to sit down with him and go over it. He was certain that Dean already noticed anyway.
He could hear the concern in Dean's voice for Sarah. He was right. The hunter life was not one for someone who had a life and a family to go home to. The Winchesters had fallen into this life. For Dean it was the only way of life he had available to him for so long, and for Sam it was more or less the same thing, he just took longer to realize that he couldn't escape it.
“Dean's right, Sarah. I mean, what about your father? What does he think about this?” A horrible thought came over him. It was true, no one really chose this life, and it was hard to keep a normal family if you were a hunter. What if something happened to him and she took to the road, either to help him or because he was not around to tell her “no.” “If everything all right with him? I mean, your father is OK, right?” He had a sinking feeling that he was about to firmly place his foot in his mouth... Tag: Jo and Dean Count: 302 Notes: ~ Credit: Jax |
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Post by Sarah Danielle Blake on Jun 5, 2012 2:17:22 GMT -6
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Why Sarah had become a hunter in the first place. It was probably one of the hardest questions that she had been asked in a long, long time. She hated to think about it. About what had happened to her father. About what that demon had done. It was dreadful. And she knew, she knew that if he had never died, if he was still alive, that she would have never taken this road. She would have never become a hunter. But her father, he was all she had. She did not have any other family. And without him, she was completely alone. And had been for the past six years. She no longer had a family. She did not have any friends. She did not even have a boyfriend to spend her time with. What was the point in having any? Maybe Sam had been right all those years ago. Now, she was the one that was cursed. She could not risk getting close to anyone, because she could not risk anyone she loved ever getting hurt again. She just couldn't. Because if they were to get killed, then their blood would wind up being on her hands. And she was not so sure that she could handle that. Not in the least.
"Yeah. About that." Sarah looked from Sam to Dean and back to Sam. "It happened about a year after I last saw you two. There was this demon. And ... and that demon killed my father. Nearly killed me. I was lucky to get away." The memories flashed back into her mind. How horrible it was to watch her father being killed by some demon. And how she was not even able to save her own father. She did not know if her father would have approved of the life that his death had caused her to take. He probably wouldn't have. But that did not matter. Not now. And not ever. His death pushed her into this life. It was not something that she would have done if he were still alive. Sarah knew that. She had always known that miuch. "So, maybe this is not the lifestyle that I should have taken or gone down. But ..." She shrugged. "What was I suppose to do?" She just seeked revenge on whatever had taken her father from her. That demon took everything from her.
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Jun 7, 2012 1:51:58 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -This was all so crazy Sarah becoming a hunter, Sam had to be wigging out right now for her too. Because if memory serves Sam really did have feelings for her, and a part of him never wanted to leave her. But with there Job and life style that really wasn’t even an option, especially with the fact they were still trying to find there dad at that time. Plus they were still trying to find the thing that killed there Mom and Jess, so they really didn’t have time to stay and fall for girls. Even though it sounded a lot more fun then what they had to do.
Dean could tell that his brother did agree with how he felt about her hunting, it really isn’t a safe or a fun life for anyone. But Dean knew that what they were telling her right now wasn’t going to sink in just yet, because when someone becomes a hunter they have good reason And with that reason they stick by it. So it made him wonder what did happen to Sarah to make her do all this? Sam had a very good point and question. He chimed in right after Sam did and asked. “Yeah Sarah is everything ok? What is going on that made you have to be pushed into this? Because you know Sarah if you need help we are here for you.”
Then Sarah had told them the reason why she was doing this, and now the two Brothers understood. They too had to do the same thing for there mom, it the whole reason there mess of a life was born. Dean walked up to Sarah slowly and put his hand on her shoulder and said. “I’m so sorry about your dad Sarah, and yeah I do understand what you mean by taking this life style. I’m sorry me and Sam couldn’t do anything to keep you both safe, but know that we are both here for you now.”
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Post by samwinchester on Jun 10, 2012 22:58:32 GMT -6
Sam listened to Sarah regale her story about her father, and he had to admit, his heart went out to her a little bit. He knew what it was like losing a father, especially when he (initially) went to his grave with Sam thinking that John hated him. Granted, there had been an opportunity when the Gates of Hell opened, and John saved Dean and Sam from death, and Sam was able to get over all those blocks, but that didn't meant he didn't know the pain of death of a parent, especially when it came unexpected.
Sam didn't like being out in the open like this, so he started moving toward the grave site where his gear was, subtly shepherding Dean and Sarah into that direction. It was a subtle pace, looking more like a casual walk between friends, and probably wouldn't even look suspicious if it was not being conducted in the middle of a graveyard, in the middle of the night. They would get back to the grave in no time, these bones could be salted and burned and then they could leave.
In the meantime, he readjusted the bag over his shoulder, wondering just how much effort it would take to wield it as a weapon if he needed to.
"God... I'm sorry, Sarah. Losing a parents... That's really rough. Dean's right, though. I have a feeling that there is nothing we can do to get you off this path. Hunter's have got to stick together." He nodded his head, affirming Dean and his unity about the ordeal. It was good to make friends in this business. Never know when you might need a second pair of hands.
Back at the grave, now, Sam finally had the chance to put the rock salt down and make his way to his bag. In it, say his rifle, the collapsible shovel, his flannel that he took off when it got too hot to wear it, and sitting in the front pocket of the flannel shirt, his cell phone. It was flashing erratically, trying to get his attention as if it were a man on fire. He shook his head in amusement, nabbing up the phone, and flipping through all the missed calls.
Missed call: Dean. Missed call: Dean. Dean leaving a voicemail. 4 new text messages. Dean. Dean Dean. And one more than he hadn't really expected to see. A text message from Katherine. It was nothing too dire. A simple check in and check up. A little flirty, which made Sam smile. It was a joke that harkened back to the one he made back in the bar, about insurance information, which meant that it was something worth remembering. That made the smile even more. He kept the message marked as “New” to make sure to reply to it later, and got back to his feet, making a point to put the phone in his pocket.
The grave had already been dug up, the bones already exposed. All that was needed was the deed to be done, and hope that no one interrupted them. "All right. Time to do the deed..."
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Post by Sarah Danielle Blake on Jun 13, 2012 10:49:04 GMT -6
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Sarah had to admit. She knew that it was too late for her to get out of this life style. But did she really want to? Partly yes. Partly no. This had become all she knew. She no longer had a family. Or a social life for that matter. The last guy she ever aloud herself to have feelings for had been Sam, six years ago. She hadn't been in a relationship since. She didn't have the time, or the energy. She needed all of her focus, her strength, on her job. Only her job. Nothing else really mattered anymore. She could not lose her focus with a social life. She just could not risk it. One little mistake could end up costing somebody else their life. And it just did not seem worth it. It just didn't.
“Yeah. It's been hard. But I've dealt with it.” Actually, did she really? Sarah had gone straight into hunting after her dad was killed. She did not even allow herself time to mourn. She just couldn't. She could not, and would not, deal. Back then, she had been afraid that if she started crying then she would not be able to stop. And there were more pressing matters to deal with then allowing herself the time to mourn. Like revenge. Finding the damn thing that had killed her father. That had tried to kill her as well. There were peoples lives to save. Wasn't all of that a little more important than giving her the time to mourn over her father's death?
Watching Sam, She began to walk in his direction. “It's all fine now, really. I honestly don't think I really want out. It's my entire life now. There's not much else to live for. Not for me at least. Not anymore.” And she was speaking the truth. That was exactly how she felt.
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Jun 15, 2012 2:42:04 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - -This really was kind of cool for Sam and Dean with Sarah being a hunter in all, it might give Sam someone to really talk to now. From what Dean remembers they had become close in that small time they got to be together, and right now with Sam just getting his soul back He really could use someone to talk to. Dean knew that most likely he would talk to her about emotions and stuff before ever talking to him. Its Not that Sam would never talk to Dean about his emotions and what was going threw his head, Its they were just stubborn at times so it could them a bit.
“Yeah It will become your whole life just like us, but you get use to it. But you know Sarah I guess if you are stuck being a hunter, then that’s means that you are also stuck working with us . Because I don’t mean to brag but in the hunter community we are kind popular, we are kind of a big deal ya know.” Dean said smiling while fixing his coat. it was the truth though, whenever a hunter couldn’t crack a case it seemed as though they would always call Sam and Dean. Whenever Bobby had work to be done they were the first he called, he told them they were the best, and because he didn’t trust no one else. But yeah there life never slows down it seems.
Dean watched as Sam walked back over talking care of the job, he also seemed a bit displeased with how much he was checking his phone. “Sorry I called so much man, you really had me worried I though something was wrong ok. Sue me for worrying about you.” he said while walking closer to the grave with him. Dean took a good long look into the hole, it seemed as though the bitch was ready to be taken care of. So he picked up the bag of salt and begin slating it down really good, enough to the point the body was completely covered. Then he pulled out his trusty lighter that he love so much and begin to light it. He then threw it to the fight and watched it burn. “Burn bitch! Burn!” He yelled at he watch it go up in flames. He then turned to Sarah and said “Hey got any marshmallows.”
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Post by samwinchester on Jun 18, 2012 18:14:20 GMT -6
Sam couldn't help but smile and chuckle at the posturing that Dean was doing. Honestly, they had earned themselves a little bit of the swagger that Sam caught in Dean's step. Admittedly, Sam could feel it, too, no matter how modest he tried to be. A lot of that ass kicking and taking of names, though, had come on the heels of some serious heartache. The were some seriously damaged goods. It's why he felt like the night in the bar that him and Dean had spent with Katherine was a big deal...
Sam shook his head at Dean's apologises, and clapped him on the shoulder as his brother did the honors of lighting the remains on fire. "You don't need to apologize, man. I might have done the same thing." He smiled at Dean's off handed remarks. Sure, they were burning the bones of someone who was once a living person, but the interjected humor, however corny or cheesy, was always appreciated. In a wave of sentimentality, Sam tried to remember the last time that he had told Dean that he appreciated him, or had any sort of heart to heart at all.
The Winchester brothers were a long time overdue for a conversation...
Then there was Sarah. Thinking back on it, they did have a history, one that Sam really wanted to address. In the light of the burning bones, Sam directed his attention to her. "Look, Sarah. I know that, back when we first met, we had a bit of a thing. Honestly, I went out to dinner with you because we needed to get info, and we thought that Dean was not exactly... um... your type. I know we had a moment, and we said we would come back around, but things just got so hectic. I was a confused guy, I had just lost Jessica, and I guess I was a little... vulnerable." He looked at Sarah, feeling a little awkward to be having this kind of conversation in the middle of a cemetery. He just didn't want any bad blood between them, and his life had honestly been very confusing lately. He wanted to eliminate any disarray in this, for him or Sarah.
"I'm kind of glad we met up again. It means that we can start out this friendship right. 'Cause, that's how I see you, Sarah, and I mean it. A friend." He gave her a amiable smile, hopeful that they could get this friendship restarted, fresh.
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Post by Sarah Danielle Blake on Jun 19, 2012 15:24:28 GMT -6
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Sarah stood there, as the bones burned. It took her back when she salted and burned her first set of remains, solo. It was not all that easy. And it was a bit unsettling. Probably because she had not grown up in this lifestyle some hunters had. And it was a bit emotional for her. Was being the key word. Now she just got the job done. Never thought about it twice. It's amazing how much a person can change in the course of just a few years. She had been kind and caring. She had shown remorse to others she helped that were in pain. She just seemed to be sensitive. But not anymore. Now, she was tough, never let her weakness show. She could not afford showing weakness. Because then it could cost her, or somebody else, their life. And that was a risk that she was not willing to take. Hearing Dean's voice snapped her from her thoughts, and she chuckled a bit at what he said. "No. Sorry, man. I don't have any. Though now I wish I did."
Hearing Sam address her, she turned her attention to him. And she listen, hung to every word that he had been saying. Friends. Just friends? She never had stopped caring about him. And she always had hoped, that one day, he would come back. That maybe one day the two could actually be together. Nothing more than a fantasy. That was what that hope had been. A fantasy. But over the course of six years, Sarah had learned a lot. Sarah had changed. Never was in another relationship. Never even allowed herself to care for someone the way she had cared for Sam. Never. Not once. She just could not allow that. And she never had another friend. Sure, she knew other hunters that were her allies. But none of them were her friends. The past several years had been quite lonely for Sarah. And it was something that she would never admit. Having no more family, that damn demon killing her father, it had destroyed everything. It had completely taken away her life.
So, Sarah was different. Did that really make a difference? Maybe deep down, she was the Sam girl that Sam had allowed himself to be vulnerable to. But then again... maybe people really do change. Maybe... Did she really want to be more than friends with Sam? She had wanted that for so long after the brothers left her town. But that was such a long time ago. Sarah had been a different person back then. Guess taking the hunting life really does change a person. Truth was, Sarah had closed herself off from creating a relationship with anyone that might only end in heartache. Sarah looked back to Sam and smiled softly. "Friends... that sounds... it sounds nice. I could use a friend. I haven't had one in so long." she finally said.
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