Room 328, Monday Morning

Sam stayed in bed long after he'd woken up, just staring at the ceiling. His mind was racing far too quickly to let him fall back asleep, no matter how tired he still felt from the weekend. Fighting mummies had been exactly as interesting as he'd imagined, but despite Dawn and Dean's protests, he was still feeling guilty about what happened to Buffy, and he knew he'd be staying that way until she woke up.

Trying to relax in the common room the night before hadn't done much to calm him down either, not with the way his conversation with Dean had turned. Between fighting over which one of them their father loved less and watching Dean's reaction to knowing he wanted to leave someday...he still felt like he had a knot in his stomach that wouldn't go away.

Surely, today would be less complicated.

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