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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Jun 21, 2007 22:29:53 GMT -1
Dean laying on the ground a single bullet hole through his head, Sam laying on the ground obvously just knocked out as HE were both breathing, and the yellow eyed demon standing in-front of her. and as usal she felt a burning in her stomach and a burn in her tank-top like two handprints.
Chrissy sat bolt up and felt the same burning in her stomach. She threw back the blackets careful not to wake the others and went into the bathroom and lifted up the front of the tee-shirt she had stolen from Dean looking at her stomach and saw two handprints with a strange symbol standing out red against her own pale skin, she bit her lip as she traced them with her finger-tips.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 4, 2007 23:09:07 GMT -1
Being a light sleeper, Sam stirred. It didn't take him much to wake up, even if it took Dean a bomb blast to perhaps scrunch up his nose in his sleep. As his eyelids opened a fraction, blurry images hitting his watery eyes, he noticed a light. Someone was in the bathroom as the light was shining through under the door. Slowly lifting his head, he checked the beds. Chrissy's bed lay vacant, the covers flung off.
Sam waited for her to come out. Just to give her a fond smile when she did. Then he'd go back to sleep. But she never came out. Knowing something was up, he silently climbed out of bed, wearing just his boxers and a t-shirt. Creeping lightly over floorboards, he pressed his head against the door and gently knocked, "Chrissy?" he called in a hushed whisper, "Are you OK?"
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Jul 5, 2007 4:01:40 GMT -1
Chrissy jumped slightly as the silence was broken by Sam "Yeah I'm fine" she called back quietly pulling the teeshirt down. She walked over to the door and opened it. She looked up and smiled him.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 5, 2007 22:17:07 GMT -1
Sam smiled faintly back for a moment before it returned to a quizzical frown, eyes glancing behind her curiously, wondering what was up. "You sure?" he pushed in a quiet voice.
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Jul 5, 2007 22:29:50 GMT -1
Chrissy bit her lip and nodded "Yeah I'm sure" she said looking up at him with a quick smile
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 6, 2007 20:25:57 GMT -1
"Alright then." he replied, giving a small smile from the corner of his mouth. Something was up, he knew Chrissy well enough to see past the smile. Her eyes told a different story, but there was no point getting an answer out of her in the middle of the night. He'd wait until morning. But he knew one thing, she was concerned about something, so he had reason to be concerned himself.
"So...you all done in here?" he asked, wanting the toilet.
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Jul 8, 2007 16:46:21 GMT -1
Chrissy nodded and bit her lip "Yeah" she said going past him and back into the bed. She pulling the blanket over her and looked at the bathroom door making sure it was closed before she ran a hand over the burns in her stomach
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 8, 2007 21:48:57 GMT -1
Sam silently closed the door, scrunching up his face in a grimace as it clicked loudly in the deathly silence of the night. Eyes scanned the bathroom, maybe he'd find something Chrissy had tried to hide but he soon gave up, no less clueless than he was when he first entered. Moving over to the toilet, he lifted the toilet seat and did his work, shaking off and pausing by the handle. If he flushed, he'd make a hell of a racket, but it was just unsanitary not to flush, so he did, the loud noise ringing out as he opened the door, eyes lingering over Chrissy's bed for a moment before he shut the light off , putting the room in darkness and manevering to his own bed, slipping under the covers with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling.
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Jul 12, 2007 21:20:48 GMT -1
Chrissy pulled the blanket up and closed her eyes pretending to be asleep. She bit her lip as Sam got into his own bed and turned the other way. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes falling asleep again.The next morning she woke up before everyone else. She looked around seeing they were all sleeping. She grabbed her clothes and went back into the bathroom. She looked at her stomache seeing the burn marks were still there.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 13, 2007 17:34:02 GMT -1
Eyes opening slowly, Sam found himself staring up at the cracked and stained ceiling. It must have been early. Yawning and rubbing eyes, he allowed himself a few minutes to just lie there and wake himself up enough to walk.
Leaning up, he swung his legs round and planted them on the mouldy carpet, toes feeling their way into the relatively soft fabric. Pushing up with a little groan, he steadied himself, before heading the to bathroom, not even checking the beds to see if anyone was already up. He was too tired to think. Instead, he kept walking, ignoring the fact that the door closed usually meant it was engaged, he reached for the handle and turned as his body collided with it, hoping to push it open with his weight. Instead though, the locked door didn't budge, Sam grunting as his weight slammed into the door.
A look of shock and sudden awareness overcame him and he stepped back, guided to the chair on which he placed his rump and waited for his turn.
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Jul 15, 2007 19:32:03 GMT -1
Chrissy let out a little cry as she heard a loud noise at the door interupt the slience. She pulled down her shirt quickly and stepped out of the bathroom. "A closed and locked door usally means someone is in the bathroom" She said looking at Sam. She let out a yawn as she fell back on the bed and looked at the clock before groaning.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 16, 2007 22:43:05 GMT -1
"Yeah." Sam murmured half heartedly scratching his nape as he heaved himself out of the chair. Passing her, he noticed something in her eye, out of place from the usual innocent twinkle. Worry. He only caught it in a fleeting, half asleep sideways glance butr by the time he had processed it, she was already climbing into bed.
Closing the door behind him, he locked it just like Chrissy had done and recollected Chrissy's midnight trip to the bathroom. She held the same concern in her eyes then. Something was up, and Sam couldn't help but wonder what as he busied himself by getting washed.
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