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likethegun) wrote2011-11-23 05:08 pm
likethegun) wrote2011-11-23 05:08 pm
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Peter and Sam's Apartment, NYC, Wednesday Afternoon
It had started at school.
When one of Sam's professors stopped showing up for class, he thought maybe the guy had gotten sick, until he went to Student Services and was told that his class wasn't in the system, and that there was no professor at the school with that name. Then, some of his study group emails began bouncing back, and that was right around the time that Dean began calling him asking about hunts they'd been on as kids, fighting monsters that Bobby insisted weren't real.
Then things started disappearing. No one else seemed to think it was strange that there was a hole in the middle of the country where Kansas was supposed to be, and Sam was pretty sure that a bunch of state capitals weren't what he remembered from school. It was different where Dean was - whole countries had gone missing from maps, enough that even Dean, whose geography skills didn't stretch much past the continental US, knew things didn't look right anymore.
Then, today, Sam had come back from his last classes of the week to two voicemails: one from Zoe, asking with an almost odd sense of calm if he knew a good reason why John's cellphone had been disconnected, and one from Dean, yelling about a dark, empty cloud before the message cut short.
Now, Sam was curled up on the couch, with Scout's head in his lap, dialing Dean's number for a time that was well within double digits. He didn't know whose voice was on the recorded message of "The number you have dialed is no longer in service," but he hated them a hell of a lot right now. It was pretty much all he had at the moment.
[For the boyfriend, and any calls or emails!]
When one of Sam's professors stopped showing up for class, he thought maybe the guy had gotten sick, until he went to Student Services and was told that his class wasn't in the system, and that there was no professor at the school with that name. Then, some of his study group emails began bouncing back, and that was right around the time that Dean began calling him asking about hunts they'd been on as kids, fighting monsters that Bobby insisted weren't real.
Then things started disappearing. No one else seemed to think it was strange that there was a hole in the middle of the country where Kansas was supposed to be, and Sam was pretty sure that a bunch of state capitals weren't what he remembered from school. It was different where Dean was - whole countries had gone missing from maps, enough that even Dean, whose geography skills didn't stretch much past the continental US, knew things didn't look right anymore.
Then, today, Sam had come back from his last classes of the week to two voicemails: one from Zoe, asking with an almost odd sense of calm if he knew a good reason why John's cellphone had been disconnected, and one from Dean, yelling about a dark, empty cloud before the message cut short.
Now, Sam was curled up on the couch, with Scout's head in his lap, dialing Dean's number for a time that was well within double digits. He didn't know whose voice was on the recorded message of "The number you have dialed is no longer in service," but he hated them a hell of a lot right now. It was pretty much all he had at the moment.
[For the boyfriend, and any calls or emails!]