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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Mar 10, 2013 19:04:31 GMT -6
---------------------------- [/size][/color]  ----------------------------[/size][/color] He furrowed his brows as he looked at his brother, trying to figure out what he was trying to ask. “I just told you Dean that I don’t remember anything after Jess giving me my soul back. I can tell that the memories are there only it feels as if they are underneath water or behind a cloud of smoke. I can see the outlines, tell that stuff has happened, but I just can’t remember them.” He told him, moving to rub his temple since as he tried to focus on them he could feel a headache growing steadily. He was going to need an aspirin, or ten, if he didn’t stop.
“Do I even want to know what I said?” He asked, though by the look on his older brother’s face he could tell that he probably didn’t want to. For some reason it seemed as if Dean was uneasy about him remembering, but really, how much worse could it have been than him walking around without a soul? He could clearly remember all the not so nice details of what he had done, not done, and how he had acted when he hadn’t had a soul. He cringed at the mere thought of some of the girls that he had slept with and made a mental reminder to never go off the deep end again, at least as much as he could help it.
Hearing what Dean said he raised his eyebrows and a look of anger crossed his face. "Why the hell would I ever say anything negative about Jessica?" He asked, though he was more angry with himself than anything. "Jesus I feel like someone who has been possessed. What exactly did I say Dean? I need to know. Because Jess was everything to me for a long time and she will always carry a very large part of my heart. Especially after what she just did for me." He told him sadly, missing the blonde woman more than he could admit at the moment.
“Who did you have help?” He asked, trying to fight his way through the murky waters of his memories but not getting anywhere other than the resulting headache. “Dean, do we have any aspirin?” He asked, finally succumbing to the pounding in his head. He really didn’t want to spend all day fuzzy on what the hell was going on.
Finally a blinding pain sensation filled through his head and he briefly remembered a woman…a dark haired woman that he recognized. Seeing the two of them dancing he cringed, for some reason this woman disturbed him. “Okay, who was the dark haired girl that I apparently danced with at some party or something? I can almost hear myself telling her how much I care about her and yet the thought of her makes me cringe. What did I do Dean?” He asked, truly needing to know.
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Tag:: Dean Winchester
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s Outfit
Note:: <3 <3 <3
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Mar 12, 2013 2:27:40 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Sam didn’t remember a thing and in away Dean didn’t want him to, he was not himself in that time nor did he care about anything or anyone. And If Dean knows how Sam is he would hate remembering being that way to anyone. “Well man you don’t want to remember then trust me, just let your head be fuzzy and just relax for now.” Said the oldest Winchester. He could tell that Sam was getting frustrated that he couldn’t remember and Dean didn’t blame him, but at the same time he really didn’t want him to remember. There was no need to he just need to start fresh and relax.
Sam didn’t need to remember exactly what he said about Jess, it didn’t matter nor was it important for him to know. “No you don’t want to know what you said, and it don’t matter now. What matters is you are better I’m here for you.” Dean said with a smile, happy to be there for his little brother again. It was great that finally Sam was ok, they could be a family again doing what they do best, Saving people Hunting things the family business.
Dean could tell that Sam was not happy to hear that he had been bad talking Jessica, which Dean knew he would be. Which was another reason he knew that he had not been himself lately, this right here was the real caring and loving Sam he had missed. “I don’t know man I mean you wouldn’t, that’s how I know right there you weren’t yourself and you needed help. Which I got you in no time.” Sam was upset and wanting to know all that he said, even though Dean really didn’t want to repeat it. But he knew Sam wouldn’t stop till he told him. “Well you said that she was from another part of your life and you were done with that, and that she Never loved you.” Dean didn’t want to say anymore, he liked Jess so he hated having to say these things.
He wanted to know who helped him get his soul back, like he was worried about who he trusted. Dean had help from some he trusts with his life so Sam didn’t need to worry at all. “My good friend Buffy Summers, don’t worry man we can trust her she is a friend who has done nothing but help me.” he explained. Dean could tell that Sam’s head was killing him, so like a good brother he walked into the kitchen getting the first aid they had, Talking out two Advil. He then walked back over to Sam handing them to him. “Here take these they will help some man with your head.”
Dean could tell that Sam was having memories of her, the vampire that he had take interest to. He knew that Sam wasn’t going to be happy with what he had done. “I think you might be seeing the vampire that you sort of were falling for. I cant lie you guys were pretty close, I think you might have even done something else if you know what I mean..” Dean knew that Sam wasn’t going to be happy about this, messing around with a vampire. It was something that Sam clearly wouldn’t do, especially after what happened with Ruby.
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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Mar 13, 2013 16:19:26 GMT -6
---------------------------- [/size][/color] ----------------------------[/size][/color] He groaned when he heard Dean’s statement about not wanting to know what he said. “Fuck.” Was all he said, something that he didn’t say often but when he did people knew that it wasn’t good. Before he could say anything else he felt his head split open…metaphorically that is. He felt as if he was going to die in that moment and being that he had died more than once he knew exactly how that felt. He let out a silent scream as he fell to his knees, his body almost convulsing as he felt the memories plaguing his mind as they came to him one at a time.
He saw Jessica giving him his soul back. He saw the way that he hadn’t cared about anything. He saw himself falling for the brunette vampire. He saw him telling Dean that he didn’t care about Jessica anymore because she gave him his soul back without his permission. He saw him telling Dean that Jessica meant nothing to him anymore and that the vampire…Katherine…was the one that he loved. More and more memories resurfaced. He saw how he had acted towards Buffy when they met. He saw how she had to knock him out to keep him from running his mouth.
Memory after memory kicked him as he realized what he had done. Shame washed over him as did guilt and yet he couldn’t stop them. It had only been for a short while yet it seemed as if there was no end to the endless things that he saw. Even some memories that he had remembered but hadn’t hit him yet plagued him from when he was soulless. The numerous women he had slept with, the way that he had almost let his brother be killed while he stood on the sidelines.
Finally they stopped and he was able to draw breath. His entire body was covered in sweat yet he couldn’t move. Opening his eyes he looked right back into the worried gaze of his older brother. “Dean.” He croaked, wanting to say that he was sorry, that he didn’t know…that he understood now. He couldn’t even begin to understand why his brother had stood by him as he made mistakes after mistake and yet at the same time he knew that he would have done the same thing. Finally staying conscious was too hard of battle. He managed to words… “I remember.” Before he finally felt into the blackness of unconsciousness.
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Tag:: Dean Winchester
Outfit:: Click here for Sam’s Outfit
Note:: Next thread will take place right after this. <3
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Post by ADMIN ASHLEY on Mar 13, 2013 23:12:56 GMT -6
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