The Journal of Sam Winchester

It was a little strange to be back on the beach again this evening. When the town had come back, Peter and Sam had reappeared right where the darkness had taken them on the shore, and while most of Sam's evening had been spent getting yelled at by Zoe - when she wasn't squeezing him in a deathgrip hug - he'd still had time to think about what had happened to Peter, and how he'd reacted in turn. There were a dozen places on the island he could have brought Peter to for this talk, but the beach had always had kind of a special significance for them, and the sound of the waves had calming potential. This conversation was going to be difficult, and Sam figured he could use all the help he could get.

[For that other guy in the post!]