2012-11-15

highsodiumfreak: ([ regrets ])
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Has anyone seen Dean?

[No more, no less. Sam's worried sick by now--he's checked out his brother's room, the tavern, checked around as much of the campus as he could, and still there's no sign of him.

He's not sure if this is good news or bad.]


[ACTION, some days afterward]

[So someone may have just seen fit as to tell Sam that, no, Dean's not around anymore, and as far as they know, there's no way back. And no way out either.

Sam is dealing with this...about as well as you'd expect. You know that five stages of grief thing that psychologists talk about? He's up to his eyeballs in the depression stage, which is why he's found himself in one of the taverns, drinking whiskey. He's not that drunk yet, since he's planning on being able to walk in a somewhat straight line, but he's definitely somewhere in the tipsy territory.

Feel free to approach. God knows he'll need the company.]