Say What You Want [R for Cussing][Open]

[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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[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"None," Sam answered. "It will have been for nothing. And you and everyone else who insisted I was wrong are gonna have to live with that. So you better be damn certain that you're right. Because if I am, I'll just be the first dead body your decision created."

[captain-jtk.livejournal.com]

"And if you're wrong, you'll just have wasted your life," Kirk sighed and headed out the door.