The Journal of Sam Winchester

Sam hadn't slept well after talking to Dean, too wound up at knowing that Dean was mad at him, but even fitful sleep was better than what he'd been getting over spring break, and waking up to find Peter still beside him brought Sam one step closer to acknowledging that all of this was real, and that everything, aside from Peter's memories, had worked out exactly like he'd fantasized about.

Jetlag was still kicking both of their asses though, so later in the day, Peter was getting more rest while Sam was trying not to think about what kind of conditions Peter might have been living in in the back of a pub. Now seemed like a good time to share the good news a little further out, but after talking to Dean, Sam decided to stick to voicemail instead. It helped that he didn't want to leave Peter alone for too long, or have anyone else over to the house while Peter's memories were still as fragile as he was. Flipping his phone open again, Sam sat back on the couch with one last call to make. He wasn't sure if people were back from the trip yet, but he figured he had one more rambling message in him in case the call didn't go through.

Sam had spent the better part of two days thinking about Peter's drawing, and he wasn't any closer to figuring out what it meant - or, at least, what it could realistically mean. As much as he hated to bother other people with his issues, this was something he couldn't work on alone. Luckily, there was one person he could call who might not think he was completely insane.

[For one, please!]