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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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.

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"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?"

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"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."

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"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.

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

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean snorts; usually he'd nudge at Sam for that remark, but since they're separated by bars, he doesn't try.

"Got that right. If I'm gonna slog through your chickenscratch I'd better get a hot chick in return," Dean teases back, grinning.

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"Well, as long as it gets ya motivated," Sam ribbed. "You think you can handle everything?"