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

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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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Selene glanced back and sighed. She knew she wasn't going to break Sam. She's never broken anyone before unless she wanted too. And it had been only that one time when her powers had been used to hurt others.

Still, she promised herself if she did manage it for some insane reason, to explain to the woman how very much a bad idea it was to make someone who already knew that coma people like her was trapped in the dream dimension that stripping her memories was an incredibly bad and dangerous idea.

Just in case.