Room 328, Friday Evening

[likethegun]

Christmas may have been over, but the holiday break wasn't, and for once, Sam didn't really mind having a break from classes. It had been strange to be around so many people on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, and to have it be a real family holiday with no trouble (aside from that whole Grinch thing). He figured he was going to have to get used to family holidays, now that his dad and Zoe were going to get married, but it was going to take a lot of getting used to with how Winchester Christmases historically went.

Of course, it wasn't like Sam's Christmas had been perfect, not with how his last conversation with Peter had gone. He wasn't sure what upset him more: the fact that Peter had done something so dangerous, the fact that he'd done it without asking for Sam's help, the way Peter had gotten angry with him when he'd tried to explain the problem, or how angry he'd let himself get in the end. He felt guilty every time he thought about the look on Peter's face when he'd snapped about his lack of control, but then he remembered what Peter had done, and his guilt turned back into anger and concern and emo.

He'd thought about calling Peter quite a few times over the last few days, if only to have someone to talk to. He didn't want to bother Dawn, not when she was working on important things for Giles, and he didn't want to bug Dean, in case he was spending quality time with Meg, or getting another call from Alec. But every time he picked up his phone, he wondered what he'd say to Peter, and thought about the possibility of starting to fight with him again, and flipped his phone closed without bothering to dial.

Whatever Peter was up to over the break, Sam bitterly hoped that he was feeling equally miserable.


[Mostly for linkdropping purposes, but the door is open.]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was bored and hadn't seen his brother since Christmas a couple of days ago so decided to head down to his room and bug check in on him.

He leaned in the open doorway and regarded Sammy for a moment. "Okay, what's eating you?"

[likethegun]

Sam looked up, snapping out of his thoughts, and managed a smile for Dean. "Nothing. What's up?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Not your face. You look like someone drowned your puppy." He paused, glancing around the room. "Scout's okay, right?"

[likethegun]

"Scout's fine," Sam said, rolling his eyes. "And I'm fine too, don't worry."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," Dean said. "Can't help it. Part of the big brother job. You'll learn as Gracie gets older."

[likethegun]

"I guess," Sam said. "But seriously, I'm okay."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean rolled his eyes. "Like Alec with his 'I'm always alright,' attitude isn't bad enough, you gotta start pulling the same thing. Seriously dude, what's wrong?"

[likethegun]

Sam made a face like he was genuinely insulted at the comparison Dean made. "Dude, I'm not acting like Alec!" he said, before sighing. "It's nothing. I just...I got into a fight with Peter before he went home."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Aha, Dean thought, coming further into the room. "Silly fight or serious fight?"

[likethegun]

"Serious fight. Complete with yelling and door slamming. It was like fighting with Dad."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean winced. "Ouch."

[likethegun]

"Tell me about it," Sam muttered. "Did you know he was the one who did the spell to resoul Angelus?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Really? I didn't think he knew anything about magic."

[likethegun]

"He doesn't. That's the point," Sam replied. "The spell needed someone with real power, which Peter got when he was around Willow, but that's it. I don't think he had any idea what he was doing."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean stared. "Funny. He doesn't look like a complete idiot."

[likethegun]

"Yeah, I know," Sam agreed. "And when I tried to explain to him exactly how stupid of an idea that was, he got mad at me for being pissed, because he was just trying to help."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"And how many times have those been famous last words?" Dean sighed and shook his head. "God, I hate amateurs."

[likethegun]

"Thank you. I was beginning to think I was the only one who'd feel this way," Sam said. "The more Peter and I argued, the worse it got, and I said some things about the way he controls his powers that I shouldn't have, and he got even more pissed, and before I could apologize he went all drama queen on me, turned invisible, and stormed out. It sucked, a lot."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Wow. Congratulations. You've actually found someone more emo than you."

[likethegun]

"I'm not emo," Sam muttered. "I'm just pissed."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Dude, you're totally emo and meladramatic," Dean told him with a grin. "But you tend to be much more visible at stalking off."

[likethegun]

"I only stalk off when it's absolutely necessary," Sam argued.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh." Dean sat down on the edge of Dawn's bed and smirked at his brother. "You keep telling yourself that, Sammy."

[likethegun]

Sam sighed, but with all the talk of arguing, he didn't want to start fighting with Dean. "I don't know what I'm going to say to Peter when he comes back."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Well, you could start with 'Hi.'"