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[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

Yes, Sam Winchester was still secure in his cell, sitting on his bed, still writing in John Winchester's journal as he had been for much of the time since he'd been locked up. A stack of uneaten slop trays sat outside his cell, a sign that he was still not eating. The only nourishment he would take came from the silver flask of water that sat on the floor near the head of the bed that he had refilled periodically by either Dean or whoever was in the Precinct at the time.

He'd had several visitors, many of them trying to convince him to back down, to start eating again. But each time he had refused, defiantly resisting any and all efforts to change his mind or sway him into thinking he was wrong. He wasn't wrong. He knew it.

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[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"It's not working. I mean, don't get me wrong, there's a lot of people worried about you. But they're not worried enough to kill someone else over it."

Jaime stands in the doorway, arms crossed, eying Sam up as if trying to figure out his game.

Because while it may be as simple as hoping his protest accomplishes something, something he's learned is not everything is exactly what it looks like.

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

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"Well, that's funny, because I'm not asking them to kill someone else," Sam answered, not bothering to look up at the kid who all but threatened to fight him in the interest of protecting the slug.

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"The real funny thing is that you think someone has to be shaped like a person to be one. I guess that means the Andalites aren't people either? And the androids can't be people if they don't have brains like the rest of us and organic bodies..."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Don't put words in my mouth, kid," Sam corrected, casting a pointed stare at Jaime from over the journal. "I never said it had anything to do with the way the thing is shaped."

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"Then why? Explain to me why a sentient being, capable of the same thoughts and feelings as the rest of us isn't a person."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

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"I dunno," Sam said with biting sarcasm. "Maybe it has something to do with what the thing did. Yeah, that might be it."

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"Which was horrible. Obviously. But just because our situation is bad, doesn't mean we default to death. I mean just because you plotted someone else's murder doesn't mean we should default to death for you, even though you're capable of killing someone, have shown intent, and apparently think it's up to you to decide whether people should die or shouldn't for everyone's safety," Jaime says. "And you still haven't answered my question. What it did makes it a horrible person, but I'm still not seeing why it's not a person."

[captain-jtk.livejournal.com]

Captain Kirk paused in the doorway, hands resting on his hips. Then he stepped inside and glanced down at Sam, his expression somewhere between concern and grim determination.

"Mister Winchester. How are you holding up?"

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"I'm doing super, Captain. How about you?" Sam replied, looking up from his writing to glance at Kirk.

[captain-jtk.livejournal.com]

"I'm doing alright myself," he settled into a chair, hands clasped in front of him as he examined Sam, "...I hear you've been starving yourself, Mr. Winchester."

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He couldn't help smiling at the comment.

"You say it like I'm anorexic or something," he said, sounding somewhat amused.

[captain-jtk.livejournal.com]

Kirk smiled in reply, amused by the retort.

"No, nothing like that. I'm just concerned for your well-being, that's all," his tone was friendly enough, but there was steel in his words.

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"Huh...Well, no offense, I appreciate it and all, but I've pretty much got that covered," Sam said. "I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself."

[dreamstolights.livejournal.com]

Selene hummed to herself as she approached the precinct. She knew quite a bit about the Yeerk incident at this point. Namely thanks to one of the crew, Paco she believed, whose dreams she'd stumbled into by accident. She made a post to ask about it, in case she ever needed a reason for why she had to explain stuff she knew about it beyond what could be said from hear say.

Speaking of hear say, it was one of those things she heard that she found herself walking into the precinct. She'd heard about Sam Winchester. Wanting to starve himself unless the Yeerk was killed? A bit extreme and she wanted to see what she could do for him.

She popped up in front of his cell, smiling brightly and holding up a hand in a wave. "Hello," she greeted. "Can I take a guess and say you're Sam Winchester?"

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

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"You can," Sam answered from his spot on the bed, looking over at a girl he had obviously not yet met. "You don't win a prize for guessing right, though. And you are?"

[dreamstolights.livejournal.com]

"I imagine not. Not a lot of prizes on board," Selene said, grabbing a chair and turning it backwards before taking a seat, resting her folded arms on top of the chair as she stared at Sam. "The name is Selene Jones, one of the newer people who woke up from the pod things."

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"Oh yeah?" Sam nodded. "Well, congratulations. You just earned the booby-prize: a one-way trip on Pancreatic Cruise Lines, where the food sucks, the clothing is alive, and the chance of survival is pretty much nil."

[dreamstolights.livejournal.com]

Selene raised an eyebrow at that. "You know, I'll bet my survival is pretty high. For a bar maid, I find myself pulled into a lot of weird stuff lately. When I first woke up, I was worried I was gonna be turned into a meat puppet by the Kanshian fleet. But the color and design is wrong for their organic ships from what Helen explained to me after the first time it happened," she said with a shrug.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? Well, just because this isn't the right ship don't assume you won't be turned into a meat puppet," Sam corrected her. "Trust me, I should know. I was one for about two and half months."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean knows he's not going to be able to convince Sam to eat, and he's stopped trying. Instead, when he comes down here, he leans against the wall or sits against the bars and chats with Sam, if his brother's in the mood. Even if Sam's not in the mood, Dean sits down there anyway, quietly, in case he's needed.

Of course, he's not there twenty-four seven, but he spends an hour or two there each day. That's what he's doing now, sitting in front of the bars with his elbows resting on his knees, staring at the wall without much interest.

"You still writing, J.K. Rowling?" Dean asks, glancing over his shoulder.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Just about done, actually," Sam answered as he finished up scrawling the last bit into their dad's journal before closing it. Then, getting up from the bed, he crossed over to the bar and stood directly opposite his brother. "Didn't wanna leave anything out."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean looks up when his brother and raises an eyebrow.

"What exactly would you be forgetting?"

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Didn't wanna leave out Rita Hayworth," he answered, sliding John Winchester's journal through the bars for Dean to take. "She might take it personally."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Oh, so that's what your novel's about," Dean remarks, taking the journal and flipping through it randomly before shoving it in one of his pockets.

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well, I figured you wouldn't read it if there wasn't a hot chick in there somewhere," Sam teased.