On Your Feet, Soldier [R for Cussing] [Closed]

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

After driving himself crazy with the hand-eye coordination work--i.e. tracing shapes--that Dr. Grey had given him to work on, Sam needed a break. Unfortunately, when you have been injured, are in recovery, and your last name just so happens to be Winchester, a 'break' means getting your butt working on something else so that you hurry up and get better. The fact that he was trapped on an insane ship full of life-threatening situations around every corner--Yeerks? Giant Roaches?--just made it all the more imperative that Sam recover even more quickly.

So, instead of hand-eye coordination, Sam was on his feet--in a sense--working on coordinating his walking. The medbay had somehow grown a set of railings for Sam to use for this very purpose. While he wasn't completely incapacitated--he could move his legs rather easily, after all--it was still difficult for him to control just where his feet landed, or how they landed. So it made balancing on his own two feet a struggle. This is what he was working on.

He moved in the space between the railings with his hands hovering over the beams--ready to catch himself if he stumbled--while he took slow, gradual steps, focusing his attention on controlling his stride. Dean sitting on one of the beds, staring, didn't help.

"Dude, you're doing it again," Sam said, slightly irritated.

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[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Like that Paco kid. And the other one. Uh. Superboy. Kon, that's his name."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

Sam shakes his head.

"Why does that not surprise me?"

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean raises an eyebrow.

"What?"

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Nothing..."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Hey, there's no way in Hell you're getting away with that one. What do you mean, you're not surprised?" Dean doesn't sound angry or anything, just a bit demanding.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"It's nothing, ok? Just drop it," Sam replied. He then focused his attention on the next few steps.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean rolls his eyes, and proceeds to pout in his own special way for a few minutes. And then he gets bored again, so he glances over at Sam.

"So that Paco kid's not so bad."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know," Sam nodded. His eyes were narrowed as he struggled to keep his leg from shaking as he took another step. "He helped me get out of the tunnels when we were captured by the giant roaches."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Right, he told me about that," Dean nods, and he can't help it, he's staring again. It's so weird, to see Sam unable to do this, and almost scary. But Dean's not concentrating on that, is doing everything he can to not think about it. So instead, he stares, and keeps talking.

"Described the damn things in full detail. Roaches are nasty."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "I suppose he told you I got shot in the foot, too, huh?"

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Uh, no, he failed to mention that detail." Dean says, torn between grinning like there's no tomorrow and giving Sam a disapproving look.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Oh..." Sam looked at Dean with an awkward expression on his face. "Uh, well...I got shot in the foot..."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

And Dean can't help it when Sam looks at him like that, because he snorts, rubbing at his forehead.

"Nice one, Sammy. That's real professional." But for now, everything will be more teasing than scolding. Dean doesn't think he can afford to make another comment like last time. "The hell did that happen?"

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"One was on my back pinning my arms to my side and another one was gnawing at my leg," Sam answered. "So, I shot the one on my leg and the bullet went through the other side and lodged in my foot."

He paused.

"And I had that slug in my brain at the time..." Blame the Yeerk!

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Ew, Dean has officially decided he really doesn't like bugs. Making a face, he rests his head back on his arms, looking over every once in a while.

"Sure, blame the slug." Dean says lightly. "How long ago was this?"

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"I dunno," Sam shrugged. He took a few more tentative steps. Gradually increasing the speed with which he moved as he became more confident.

"A few weeks, I guess."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

The slight smile on Dean's face as Sam walks is not intentional, he swears; it's got a way of creeping up on him.

"Huh. Figures I'd get here during the downtime."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

Sam smirks. "What's the matter? Afraid you missed the party?"

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

If Dean was twenty years younger, he'd stick his tongue out. As it is, he flips Sam the bird. All in good fun.

"Afraid the party's missing me, bitch."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Whatever. Jerk."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean laughs, for once, actually laughs, and lets his eyes close, relaxing slightly. It's quiet for a few moments, and then he speaks up again.

"So other than the giant-ass freaky-deaky bugs and slugs, what kind of entertainment's here? All I've seen is the sensoriums, and as much as I like Bobby's house, I gotta have some variety."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

This gave Sam pause.

"You went to the sensoriums...and it gave you Bobby's house?" he asked, confused.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"... Yeah, why, is that weird?"

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Considering it's you, yeah, kinda," Sam answered with a shrug.

"I figured you'd ask for a strip joint or somewhere you could off-road the Impala or...I dunno, something other than Bobby's junkyard."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"I like my girls real, thanks," Dean replies, affronted. And he's had enough of the road to last him a lifetime, but again, that falls under the List of Things to Not Tell Sam.

"And uh, I was drinking. So." Like that explains it.