awesome_lilly: (madame lilly)
[personal profile] awesome_lilly
Lilly's given her staff a day off and is lounging on the couch under the pretense of doing work, but really hiding from her children. There is paperwork and a drink nearby, but... well. She's hardly in danger of overdoing it.

Date: 2008-01-03 08:06 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (Default)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
When he shows up at the brothel door, Sam looks incredibly awkward, but still determined.

"Um. Lilly? You around?"

Date: 2008-01-09 04:10 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (you did not just say that)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"Of course," Sam mutters, more to himself than anyone else. "The brothel side, right."

He steps in and glances around.

Date: 2008-01-09 05:15 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (you have got to be kidding me)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"No! No, that's not-- that's okay, really," he says, hastily.

Very hastily.

"I was looking for you."

Date: 2008-01-09 06:20 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (give me a break)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"... yeah, okay, that's not why. Sorry."

Sam's looking now even more like he'd really rather be somewhere else, but instead he lets out a short, sharp breath, looks down at the floor, then back up at her.

"I wanted to say thanks, first. And then to ask you something."

Date: 2008-01-09 06:44 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (brothers - nothing's wrong)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"Yeah, that. It, um."

Silence. He's not exactly meeting her eyes.

"It helped. I don't know, maybe-- it could be that-- if you hadn't--"

"Anyway, I owe you. A lot."

Date: 2008-01-10 02:32 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (hm?)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
He darts a quick look at her, and whatever he sees is evidently enough for him to leave it at that.


A beat, and then,

"You know, as long as you don't take it as solicitation or whatever, I could buy you that drink after all."

Date: 2008-01-10 04:36 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (Default)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45

He looks around and spots the bar, then heads over, calling back over his shoulder,

"What do you want?"

Date: 2008-01-10 05:03 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (you did not just say that)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"... right."

It doesn't take him long to find the pitcher, the ice, and two glasses. Sam walks back and hands one to Lilly, then takes a drink of his own--

--and promptly makes an odd face.

Date: 2008-01-10 05:38 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (simple prayer to sail her by)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"Yeah. Um. About that."

Sam goes silent for a second.

Several seconds, in fact.

"I, um. Hear you have some sort of thing with dreams."

Date: 2008-01-13 03:49 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (brothers - nothing's wrong)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"Yeah, Dean told me."

Unconsciously, he squares his shoulders as if bracing for a blow, then meets her eyes.

"He said he told you a few things, too."

Date: 2008-01-13 04:55 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (find us in another place)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"Stick with creepy," Sam advises.

A beat.

"It's close enough."

Date: 2008-01-13 05:31 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (looking down in darkness)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
The look he gives her is more than a little guarded.


Date: 2008-01-13 04:57 pm (UTC)
gavemea_45: (looking down in darkness)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
By the time she finishes, Sam's shaking his head.

"See, no, I don't think you do."

There's no animosity in his tone, although there is frustration, and something else.

Something a lot like despair.

He grits out, "This wasn't -- you know what, I shouldn't have come. Sorry to bother you."

Sam turns away and takes two steps before stopping. He's staring at the floor; there's tension in the line of his shoulders, as though he's struggling with himself.

A few seconds pass.

"It's not just dreams, Lilly. That's the thing."

Slowly, Sam turns back around and forces himself to meet her eyes again.

"It's more than that." A beat. "Dean won't admit it, but there's something wrong with me."

Date: 2008-02-15 01:34 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (haunted)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45

It's a little too level. Sam's standing very still, watching her steadily.

"They got in the way... my plans for you, Sammy. You, and all the children like you."

"Dreams. Nightmares. Visions."

A beat.

"Sometimes they come true."

Date: 2008-02-17 04:57 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (take a moment)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
Strangely enough, the tension around him eases up on hearing this.

"... yeah. Yeah, it is."

Date: 2008-02-17 05:13 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (brothers - there's tension in the air)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"I've gotta say, I don't know how it'd work either. But ... I'm not going to turn down the help, if you want."

There's a very wry twist to Sam's sudden small smile.

"That's, um. Kinda why Dean and I started trying to get back to this place again after our first few times here, a while ago."

Date: 2008-02-17 06:04 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (the edges fade to black)
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"I haven't here yet, come to think of it."

He looks a little surprised at this realization.

"Nightmares, yeah, but not -- not the other."

Date: 2008-02-17 06:36 am (UTC)
gavemea_45: (easy-to-trust smile (the suit helps))
From: [personal profile] gavemea_45
"It's something, anyway."

Sam gives her a little grin.


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