When you Wish Upon a Star (Invite only)

[Sam Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/do8d8x.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #232a00; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] The first time he opened his eyes, it was quiet. He heard low murmurs and felt somehow incredibly safe. He was safe. He had won in the end. Won what? He couldn't say. But he'd accomplished some impossible feat, and he'd come back. He tried to say something, maybe ask for some water as his mouth was dry, but all that came out was a quiet groan. The murmurs abruptly cut off. He thought he heard someone call his name, but he was already drifting again. As he slipped back into darkness, he felt someone touch his forehead. ~*~*~*~ About two days later, Sam woke up again. He felt well-rested and a little better off than the last time he'd woke up. And he seriously had to pee. Pushing the heavy blankets off, Sam found himself in pajamas and didn't remember putting them on. As he sat up, he noticed there was an IV attached to his arm. He frowned at it, but didn't pay it much more attention. His first attempt to stand failed and sat back down rather heavily. His gaze snagged on someone fast asleep in an arm chair and he stared at the figure of his father in some confusion. After about three tries, the huge Winchester managed to get to his feet and totter over to the bathroom. He did his business and crept back toward the bed. Of course, he had to stop and make a detour in order to cover John with a blanket. Dimly, he thought he was acting oddly girly, but it didn't otherwise register. He had just climbed back into bed when the door opened. He heard his name just as he sunk back into the abyss of sleep. ~*~*~*~ Sometime the next morning, Sam woke up again. This time he felt a little more panicked. He sat up abruptly, alarmed and wild-eyed. The first person his gaze locked on was Adam. He stared quite determinedly at his little brother for several long minutes before he managed to rasp one word. "Adam." He hadn't spoken in who knew how long, but even so it startled him that he was so hoarse. He gestured at his brother to come closer to the bed, aware that there were other people in the room but not really paying attention. As soon as Adam had obeyed, he snatched at the youth's shirt, half-pulling him onto the bed. And, despite some sense of fear, his gaze was calm when he spoke again. "I remember everything. I remember them. Us. All of it." Without bothering to wait for acknowledgement, he hugged his little brother, practically crushing him, his voice falling to a raspy whisper. "As much as I'm sorry, I don't think I would have made it without you. Can you forgive me for saying that?" His body tensed as memories flashed in his head. Memories his body had avoided while he'd recuperated from his days-long mental journey. Now that he was as fit as he could get, the memories had full access to him. Still, something in him refused to bed. An image of Lucifer flickered in a corner of the room and Sam's arms tightened almost cruelly around Adam for the merest of seconds before he released his younger brother. "Not real. They're not real." He took Adam's face in his hands, stared straight into those haunted eyes. "If you believe nothing else, believe me. They can't reach us. I won't let them." He knew he should be broken, cowering and frightened. But, he couldn't bear to be. Not in front Adam, the brother he'd desperately tried to protect in the Cage. He had sworn to himself sometime during those long decades that he would take care of Adam. So, it was not a feeble Sam who woke up, but one who was strengthened by the horrors he remembered, even if they haunted him. The memories of his body, on the other hand, those might torture him, but he'd work through it. He had to. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: His room at the NYNY hotel Wearing: Pajamas...Sweat pants and a t-shirt Music: Circle of Life - The Lion King Notes: HE'S AWAKE! [/style]

[Adam Milligan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2cnt8y1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #7d776b; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] There had been a breathless quality to the past few days, everyone on edge and waiting for Sam to move again, for a sign that he really was coming up out of it. It was now ten days since Sam's collapse, and all of a sudden people were willing to bicker and shove for the right to be the one keeping watch over his sleep, and Adam wasn't too proud to have taken part in that. It wasn't as though he had anything else to do with himself, and nothing mattered more than Sam right now. And Sam's first words on waking up vindicated that. Adam moved forward to the bed easily enough on being beckoned, and when Sam pulled him down he wrapped his arms around his brother and pushed his forehead against the shoulder of the shirt Sam was wearing and held on tight. "No forgiveness. No apologies. Bastards couldn't ruin us, no matter what they tried." There was a hard shake moving down his back, a panic attack not quite happening be cause he was too busy wrapping his mind around the fact that his brother was up and awake and talking sense. Talking sense that maybe nobody else could understand. "No, they're not real. There's ways to deal, I'll show you." The meds, but other things too. Ways to force yourself to acknowledge what was real, to focus on it until the dancing devils faded back. He kept his forehead against Sam's shoulder and whispered, "Dad's back, alive. That part's real." Christ knows Adam had thought it was a hallucination at first. "We're at the casino, very safe." That also seemed important to let his brother know right away. "Dean's back, I haven't talked to him." The last thing he thought Sam needed to know before he started trying to deal with the world as a whole. Finally he made himself let go, twisted around so that he was sitting on the side of the bed but didn't quite get up yet as his father moved forward. Behind John, Norah was texting someone, probably the doctor, but Adam only had eyes for his brother, no matter how he might pretend otherwise later once he'd remembered his manliness. Location: Sam's Room, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas NV Music: Do You Want the Truth or Something Beautiful? - Lorica (via Paloma Faith) Outfit: His usual jeans and t-shirt, no shoes but he remembered his gun. Notes:

[John Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/johnny-3.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 3px double #2c2e3a; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable] John could have cried with joy when Sam finally woke up, even just that first time for a few minutes, just because he had woken up at all. Instead he swallowed the lump in his throat and sat quietly as Sam drifted back into dreamland feeling like there was a weight lifted from his shoulders now that he knew the boy could wake up. From them it was hard to find John anywhere but at the boys bedside, even when everyone else was fighting over who to watch over the boy next. If anyone tried to move the old man from his place they were met with a very threatening glance and the shift of him putting his hand on a weapon. The old man would rather shoot someone then move and he made that painfully clear the moment they had put Sam up in the room. So he waited, a little more restless and ready to see his boy up and at'tam again with every time that he woke up. He hadn't moved much and he'd slept even less, only leaving to use the bathroom and eat whenever Norah finally badgered him into it, which she definitely did. But when Sam finally awoke and finally spoke, the old man all but cheered, scrubbing his face tiredly though the joy was clearly there in his tired eyes. Even though he was beginning to twitch with the urge to run up and push everyone out and simply sit with Sam and protect him from everything like he was still six years old, John bit the urge and let him and Adam have their moment. For what was possibly the billionth time in the past two weeks John wished there was something he could do for those two boys, he sincerely couldn't stand seeing the states that either of them were in. But at least they had this certain connection with each other, probably because of there shared experience in the cage, it really was a shit way to bond as Adam had put it, but it was something and at least they didn't have to go through the feelings alone. And yet again, John found himself unable to figure out how to deal with the situation at hand but he went with what he thought would be acceptable, "Hey there boy," His voice sounded a little scratchy, he hadn't said much as of late, after all the damned conversations he had to have with everyone explaining that he wasn't dead John didn't feel like speaking much until now, "How's your head? You hit the big win with that thick skull of yours ya know," The old man had been falling into the habit of icing over his awkwardness with dryly attempted humor where his sons were concerned. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: The usual Music: Hells Bells -AC/DC Notes: yay hes awake [/style]

[Norah Byron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r3bmu1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Norah hung to the back at first, texting first Dean, then Letty, and then (after a momentary hesitation) Ruby. When those were sent she finally let herself step forward around the side of the bed that John was at, lay her hand on the back of the older hunter's shoulder for her balance and his comfort as she leaned down and pressed a long kiss to Sam's forehead. "Welcome back, sweetness. I missed you." Just that, she straightened back up and managed to kiss John's temple in passing as she did, then handed Sam's father a bottle of water and a bendy straw. "He can take very small sips until the doc gets here." Oddly, it seemed like John needed the activity to hide behind more than Adam did, so she gave him the water bottle and the small task of managing Sam's fluid intake. With that done, she retreated again, back to the far side of the room so that Sam wouldn't be overwhelmed by the rush of people (something she suspected would be happening soon enough anyway) and so that she could monitor how everyone was holding up. If Adam started one of his freakouts, if John looked like he was about to bolt, if things got squabbly when the others arrived or Sam seemed to be getting too swamped she would intervene. In the meantime, though, Norah leaned against the wall and watched the quiet, pained family reunion and texted Alec to let him know what was happening and ask him to send Mickey down to run security on the door in case anybody tried to rush in and drama all over Sam. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Sam's Room, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas NV Outfit: A sort of boho sundress, with bare feet and minimal makeup. Music: Syrup and Honey - Lorica (via Duffy) Notes: After this I'll post my characters together, I just wanted a chance for Norah to react separately from Adam. Also, at this point Dean, Ruby and Letty are invited into the thread. [/style]

[Ruby]

Since Sam had gotten her a private room, and after the night under the stars with Christopher, Ruby had finally decided last night to use the private room with company in tow. It wasn’t that she’d really spent much time in it but being Ruby the room looked like she had lived in it for a bit, clothing in various states of wash tossed idly in various places, fast food containers along with empty bags of Doritos on a few pieces of furniture, and of course a few half drank bottles of both Wild Turkey 101 and the American Honey stuff that Christopher seemed to enjoy were perched on the nightstands next to the bed. Her eyes slowly opened at the sound of the text alert on her cellphone and she pushed the dark locks from her eyes, trying to focus them in the dimly lit room.

She had spent almost every night in the room with Sam, watching over him protectively, letting that guilt eat at her from the inside out. It seemed like when she was at the point when she could no longer take it Christopher would always just simply know and appear in the room, pulling her from it with little to no protest from her. He’d take her out of that heaviness and let her breath the free air again. He let her recharge herself, unwind, and relax with him before she went back into that room of misery.

As she reached for her phone she sat up, arching her back to stretch the kinks out of it, before looking beside her at his marvelous form. She still was in a small amount of shock at how quickly they had bonded, how she had taken to him and now felt at peace in his presence, so much so that she had wanted these stolen moments they had together to never end, behind closed doors, the world shut out from them. Then as she read the text message it seemed like the world had found a way to invade their moment, she almost didn’t want to go, she almost wanted to just put the phone aside and curl back up next to Christopher and wait for him to fully wake up then tell him she was ready to pack a bag then they could go. Just them, together, leaving without a word to anyone else…but a sense of responsibility would not allow her to do that.

She quietly moved from the bed and pulled on her clothing, grabbing Christopher’s hoodie to pull on over it all. She didn’t want to wake him, only stopping a moment to quickly write him a note that simply said “Sam’s awake” knowing he’d know where she was then. She also knew that now that he was awake the question between her and Christopher would move to when they were leaving after a few days and that particular question honestly made her stomach twist up in a knot. While Sam was asleep she could cling to the not knowing what she was going to do, now he was awake her excuse was gone and she would have to make a decision one way or another.

She pulled the hoodie on moments before she opened the door leading into Sam’s room, wrapping it around herself as if it might offer some protection against what may or may not happen inside that room. At least it smelled like Christopher and with that sense of him about her she could almost imagine he was walking into this with her, hearing his voice in her mind telling her it would all be okay, because life had a way of working things out. Her eyes drifted into the room first to Adam, then John, finally to Sam and she gave him a faint smile, unable to hide the glow about her. She didn’t do what she expected herself to do but simply moved to an open chair after softly saying.

“Good to see you again Sammy.”

LOCATION: Her room in NYNY casino but moving to Sam’s
MUSIC: Memories by Within Temptation
OUTFIT: Black on Black
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[Dr. Violet Halvoni]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i862.photobucket.com/albums/ab190/kortluvsummer/1-12.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #000; width: 500px; height: 550px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Letty had expected Sam would be waking up sooner rather than later, but she was still taken aback by how quickly it had occurred. She'd woken up late that morning, late for her anyways, she'd been out testing the bars the night before. After breakfast, she headed back into her room to change and get cleaned up to do a bit of shopping. Just as she was walking out the door, she reached into her purse and retrieved her cell to get in touch with Norah, and saw that she had an unread text from the very person she had intended to call. Sam's awake. Was all the text message said. But that alone was enough. Letty was back to the opposite side of her room in two long strides, retrieving her duffel bag of supplies and throwing on a pair of black flats before making her way down the hall to Sam's room. Mickey, the bodyguard Norah had tried to set Letty up with earlier, was perched outside Sam's door. He must have recognized her, because he stepped aside and pushed the door ajar, allowing her to slip in quietly. Her first instinct was to rush to Sam's side to comfort and evaluate him. But, the intense scene that was occurring around his bed made her pause. John and Adam were huddled together, the relief on their faces pulled on Letty's heartstrings. The last thing she wanted to do was get in the way of a family's reunion. She glided over to stand beside Norah, passing Ruby who was sitting rigidly in the arm chair Adam had been sleeping in earlier. Once she reached the other side of the room, she placed a hand lightly across the teen's back for reassurance. "How long's he been awake?" She spoke just above a whisper. Glancing back towards the bed, she noticed the IV, feeding tubes, and catheter, had all been detached from his re-cooperating body. She hadn't seen him in a few days, Norah was confident that she could handle his basic medical needs, and Letty hadn't wanted to impose any furthur than was entirely necessary. "Has he used the bathroom, eaten or consumed any liquids on his own, today?" [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Sam's Hotel Room, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas. Tagged: Invited. Outfit: Teal jumper, black flats, medical bag. Fay's Notes: So many emotions in this room O.O [/style]

[Sam Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/do8d8x.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #232a00; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Sam took in Adam's words, focused on them and savored each one. He felt like he'd heard so much more while he was asleep, but the important stuff was being said now. When Adam pulled back to sit on the edge of the bed, he fisted his hand in his brother's shirt. It was like a security blanket. He needed to touch the younger male, as though to make sure he, too, had made it out of the Cage. Even as John moved closer, Sam's gaze was scanning the room. Dean was back, his brother had said. Yet, there was no sign of his older brother. Shoulders slumping, he turned to face his father, the man he hadn't seen since...the night Azazel had been defeated. His fist was tense against Adam's back. He, honestly, didn't know how to respond to their father. "The big win?" Confusion laced his voice and he frowned at the older man. However, his comment did make Sam lift a hand to his head and it was bandaged. That might explain some of the fuzziness. "How did you...How did you get out, Dad?" He was honestly curious; the fact that Dean had retrieved Jo and Nichole but left their father and Adam to rot still burned. It was wrong on every level. Norah's kiss brought him back to himself. He felt a strong urge to grab at the bottle of water she handed his father, but resisted it. Instead, he tugged just slightly on Adam's shirt and swallowed visibly. His throat ached, his mouth felt dry. Sam stared at the water bottle as though he'd been told John wasn't going to share with him. He wanted it, desired it more than anything else at that particular moment. The door opened and the big man jumped just slightly, just enough to show that his nerves were still frayed despite the two days he'd had to rest after his mental ordeal. He studied Ruby before smiling, feeling like the awkward kid at his first dance. "Hello, Ruby. It's good to see you, too." The door opened again, but he was able to keep any reaction stifled this time. Sam was quiet as his gaze flickered from the blonde who'd entered to a corner of the room and then to the bottle of water in his father's hands. John lifted the bottle in offering, leaning forward so that Sam wouldn't have to lean out of bed to get a drink. Sam steadied the straw with one hand and sucked greedily at the water. When it tasted like ash, he choked, but forced himself to swallow. The image of Lucifer in the corner smiled at him and the Winchester grit his teeth. Stubbornly now, he took another draw from the straw and this time it tasted just like it should. Feeling like he'd won something, Sam relaxed feeling drained from something as simple as getting a drink of water. "Norah...How long have I been out?" His gaze jumped to Ruby, wondering idly what she'd been up to while he was down. He noticed the too-big sweatshirt and decided she must have made a friend. It was a good thing, a step in her new life as a human. Although instinct had wanted him to pose the question to Adam, he instead threw it at Norah because she appeared to be the calmest person in the room. He needed that. He wanted his brother and a sense of calm. Which brother, though? Here he was clinging to Adam, trying valiantly not to let it show how much the memories from the Cage had affected him and all he wanted was his own big brother. But Dean wasn't there and Sam was unwilling to hold out faith that the older Winchester would show up. After all, Nichole was somewhere in the hotel, which meant Dean was probably trailing her. Feeling the sting of hurt and betrayal, Sam closed his eyes and took several steadying deep breaths. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: His room at the NYNY hotel Wearing: Pajamas...Sweat pants and a t-shirt Music: Circle of Life - The Lion King Notes: He's such a kicked puppy. [/style]

[Adam Milligan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2cnt8y1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #7d776b; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] When Sam kept hold of him, that was it, it guaranteed that Adam wasn't going anywhere. He settled on the bed beside his brother, close enough that their arms were touching, close enough that either of them could catch hold of the other for support if need be. If there'd been even one or two fewer strangers in the room Adam might have just wrapped an arm around Sam's shoulders and gotten it over with, but while he might have no pride left Sam still might, so he'd keep it somewhat cool. For now. Across the room, Norah first touched her forehead to Letty's temple and murmured, "This is the first liquid he's taken, he only woke up about two minutes before I texted you. He's talking sense, mostly, and he woke up easy, no jerking around or anything." But then Sam spoke to her directly and while Norah didn't pull away from Letty, her focus shifted to the man on the bed. "You've been out for ten days. This is my friend Letty," she indicated the tall blonde woman beside her, "she's a doctor and she's been looking after you physically. She'll want to examine you in a few, okay?" Better to warn him, and to an extent warn everybody else too. The reunion was important, it was, but so was getting him at least a cursory physical checkup. Norah was very unhappy about the issues with racing pulse that Letty had told her about, she wanted him looked at very soon. But it didn't have to be right this second, and so as she watched Sam's eyes move through the empty places in the room, watched him struggle not to look as unhappy as he was, she guessed at least partially right about why. "Dean's sleeping," the singer said, even more gently than she'd spoken a moment before. "He got here a few days ago, he's been right here every minute he could be. It's just his shift to sleep. I'm sending somebody down to knock on his door, he probably slept through the phone going off." Whatever quarrels Norah had with Dean about his recent choices, she absolutely believed that the eldest Winchester boy was tearing himself up over Sam, she'd seen the fear and worry on Dean as he guarded Sam's bedside as though maybe there were some enemy he could shoot or stab here instead of just the horrifying reality of what had been done to his kid brother. Location: Sam's Room, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas NV Music: Do You Want the Truth or Something Beautiful? - Lorica Outfit: His usual jeans and t-shirt, no shoes but he remembered his gun. Notes: Someone will have to move Adam off the bed with a crowbar.

[Dean Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/rj-2.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 3px double #5a6a7e; width: 500px; height: 320px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Dean had been on a hunt when Norah had text him, he had needed to get out, away from his father with the fact that their last conversation hadn’t been the best, sure he had said a lot of what he had felt that he had to say to the old man but that didn’t mean that he was ready to be ok with him yet. Add in the fact that Sam had practically been dead in that coma bed and Dean was going to be in no position to be in a happy mood that he would want to talk to anyone if he was being honest let alone his father. When Norah had text him he had been tempted to somewhat ignore the text and let his dad have time with Sam first simply because of the fact that he didn’t want to cause any problems. Couple that with the fact that Adam seemed to want nothing to do with him due to the problems he had since the pit and Dean, the constant protector of all things Winchester was very much the outsider looking in. arriving at the motel Dean barged into the room in what could only be described as a Dean like fashion ignoring everyone else other than the man in the bed. “Hey Sammy.” He said with genuine concern in his voice “You scare me like that again and I don’t care how deep in the pit your ass is I am digging you out myself to kill you for the fact that you are turning me into a frigging chick over here.” Location: hotel Music:Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi Outfit:in template Notes:

[John Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/johnny-3.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 3px double #2c2e3a; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable] The old man wasn't really paying attention to anything going on around him and barely acknowledged the existence of anyone outside of his sons for the moment because right now, as much as he had grown to like the others, they didn't really factor in where he was concerned. A sort of crooked little smile settling on his ragged features, "Yeah, you went down like a ton of bricks, clipped a slot machine and won the pot. Ki skimmed some to get TJ Hooker out of jail, the rest is in your room," Ok so he wasn't explaining that overall situation very well, but who really cared? He could fill Sam in on who TJ Hooker was later. "Buncha angels stormed the castle for me," Humor was running rampant in his speech right now because he had to hide behind something or he'd break out into tears like a woman and the old man was a little too proud for that, "The little blond one's yours right? She's cute," A shaky snicker at that, again protecting himself with some off colored joke because he felt so goddamn awkward being there. John could only prey that the awkward feelings would subside soon because he sincerely couldn't take much more of it. A bottle of water seemed to magically appear in his hands and it startled him for a moment before he realized his favorite red head had put it there and that she was telling him something. Giving Norah a bit of an absentminded nod in thanks at having something to do as opposed to just standing there looking like a bashful asshole John stepped closer and held the bottle out, tipping it the slightest bit so Sam could get at the straw better and listened to her explain a few things to Sam. And speak of the devil, there Dean was stropping on in and John had to frown the slightest bit, their last talk hadn't gone very well and the old man knew he had fucked up a few times, but he couldn't remember his eldest ever being quite so bitchy with him. Either way he didn't feel that right now was a good time for another pissing contest with his son. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: The usual Music: Hells Bells -AC/DC Notes: thankgodfornorah [/style]