Second Chances? (Sam)

[Nichole Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 3px solid #331E13; border-right: 3px solid #331E13;] too many dreamers, LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST

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Nichole approached the door of Sam’s room, she had just heard he had woken up and well she didn’t want to create another Crossroads scene. Thus she had stayed away, trying to keep herself occupied in order not to think of why no one had told he had woken up until it was much later than everyone else. It seemed that she was perhaps the last to know, and if she was to be honest it stung badly. She didn’t know what else to do, but she was worried about him while he was out. She got it that he might not have wanted her there when he first woke up, but someone could have at least told her that he had woken up a few minutes or hours after the fact. Not freaking days. Just something else to add to the pile of why she was a stranger to her family and these people. Right now, it looked like her best option would be to go with Bishop and leave her brothers and father alone…

She raised her hand, balled it into a fist, and started the motion to knock on the door. She found herself repeating the same half attempt motion of wanting to hold his still hand when Norah and her had their talk. The thought suddenly entered her head that she couldn’t do this, and that she should just turn around and walk away. She should go find Bishop, and tell him to take her with him. She had already knew that he might leave the group after the band’s gig was up, Norah had told that during their talk. Her hand was poised in mid air, and she dropped it to her side. She turned on her heals and started to walk in the direction from which she came. She got only a few doors down, before she stopped as if she had forgotten something.

In reality, Nichole stopped because she suddenly remembered a minor promise she made herself. She promised that she would repair or attempt to repair the damage that she had done in Tennessee upon their first meeting, and sighed deeply. She turned back around and approached Sam’s room again. She once more raised her hand, fingers curled into a fist, and started to knock on the door. She only hoped that she wouldn’t mess this up again…

TAGGED: Sam WORD COUNT: 396 NOTES: She thinks that she isn’t important enough to be told when he woke up, and perhaps going away from everyone with Bishop would be best…

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[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 had spent the day in his room, with Adam making appearances on and off throughout the hours. He'd been dealing with the memories, the facts of the Pit and the cruelties he himself had created while soulless. It broke his heart, remembering the girl he'd killed in cold blood, the child he'd let die as bait. He knew that there was nothing he could do to go back and fix it. However, he still wished he could. Sam had done many things, but nothing had ever been as terrible as what he now remembered. A year of the Pit, a year of pitiless cruelty. He couldn't honestly decide which was worse. However, he was truly beginning to build his strength, to get to a point where he felt he could safely leave his room. Not for the first time - and most likely not the last time - he heard a knock on his door. Ruby was gone, he knew. So, it couldn't be her. Adam had just left. He hadn't yet bothered Norah, although it could be her. Slowly, Sam got up and padded over to the door. He pulled a shirt over his head as he moved. Opening the door he found a blonde staring up at him. His shoulders slumped and he sighed. "Fine, come in. I see there's no real way to avoid you anymore. Adam likes you. Don't take that to mean I like you in any way. He's his own person, he can hold any opinion he chooses." He moved back over to his bed and took a seat, expecting her to close th door at the very least. "What do you want from me, Nichole?" [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: His room, NYNY casino, Las Vegas, NV Wearing: Sweat pants and a t-shirt. Music: None, he can't stand it. Notes: He's tired. [/style]

[Nichole Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 3px solid #331E13; border-right: 3px solid #331E13;] too many dreamers, LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST

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Nichole was holding her breath subconsciously, not really one hundred percent sure that he would open the door for her. She had already thought of the steps in how she should handle this encounter this time in her head. She figured out what she should do, and what to avoid. First item was to apologize for how she handled their last meeting, and simply state what her intent was then. Then she would simply explain that since Dean had to seem to accept her, that he might as well. And then add that she was wrong. Finally she would move to the subject that Norah had suggested, ask him to let her get to know him. And of course throughout the entire conversation avoid calling him her brother, for when she thought about it that was where Crossroads fell apart for her. She was still learning, and she was going to try to not to make the same mistake twice.

"Fine, come in. I see there's no real way to avoid you anymore. Adam likes you. Don't take that to mean I like you in any way. He's his own person, he can hold any opinion he chooses. What do you want from me, Nichole?"

She felt her throat close up in fear when he opened the door and slumped his shoulders. She clenched her jaw, to keep the tears that wanted to pool into her eyes at his admission of not liking her one bit. She only nodded her head in understanding at him, and then entered closing the door behind her. She knew that this wasn’t going to be easy, and she had better get what was the hard partout of the way. ”What I want from you Sam, if you are willing to give it to me, is time. I know I screwed up our start in Crossroads, and I would like to repair it. If you will let me. I just wanted to inform you of our DNA relation, and since Dean had remembered, I just assumed that you would have too. I’m still learning how to do things right. I would gladly take anything you can give me to build some kind of relationship on. Even if means to know one another as people would get to know one another before calming friendship.” There, she said it. She held her breath again, waiting on his response to her and her idea slash proposal. She couldn’t help but find herself hoping that he would agree to that, but she was also prepared for him to reach for a gun and end her right then and there.

TAGGED: Sam WORD COUNT: 440 NOTES: Get to know each other first before claiming any connection?

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[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 stared at the blond for a long moment. He was expressionless and absolutely still, as if he hadn't heard a word she'd said. Finally, he reacted. "You expect an awful lot, don't you? First and foremost, you insisted that you were related to me. Then you insulted me. Do you remember that? You taunted me...Let's see if I remember. 'If I was a monster that you say I was, how do you plan on saving Dean? Like you saved Jessica?'" He let the words hang in the air between them. "I spoke out of a true belief, one that I still hold, that you are not of any relation to me. You spoke to hurt and you succeeded. So, give me a good reason why I should give you a chance?" He was angry, it was obvious. Her words had cut him deeply and he wasn't ready to forgive and forget. Hell, she may have thrown her chance at a relationshp away at their first meeting. "Besides, as I remember, you clearly stated that you didn't give a damn what I thought. 'And you know something else, Sam? I don’t care what you think of me! You were not the one who challenged God! You were not the one who brought me back!'" Sam stopped. "So, why are you crawling back now, Nichole?" [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: His room, NYNY casino, Las Vegas, NV Wearing: Sweat pants and a t-shirt. Music: None, he can't stand it. Notes: He hasn't forgotten the last meeting. [/style]

[Nichole Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 3px solid #331E13; border-right: 3px solid #331E13;] too many dreamers, LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST

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Nichole cringed as he threw her words back at her, and she suddenly knew this was a bad idea. Why had she let herself entertain the notion that she had a slight chance in all of creation of making this right? She was a child. Granted she had the body of an adult, but she was still a child in some areas. She looked away so he couldn't see the tears that wanted to fall at her own stupidity. She screwed up, and she knew it. When she had gotten her emotions under better control, she turned to look at him again. The skin around her eyes slightly wet from where the tears had pooled out of her eyelids. He was her twin, and she was perhaps about to do a very Winchester thing even if he believed she wasn't related.

She swallowed visibly knowing what she was about to do was going to be hard for her, but she wondered if she admitted it if it would make a difference to him. She turned away from and looked in the mirror that hung over the bathroom area. She wasn't really looking at anyone or anything, and she took a deep breath. ”I screwed up in Crossroads, okay? I didn't know what I was doing, and apparently I still don't. It was a stupid idea for me to come here and entertain the thought that I could attempt to fix what I apparently butchered from the start. I don't know why I even believed Norah when she suggested I could do this.” She said as she finally made herself look at him briefly before turning to face the door she had just entered.

She paused as if she was thinking something over. ”If you want me to go and leave you, Dean, and Adam alone. Tell me, please. I'll find a way back to the only place I've ever been. I'll find a way back home. I was hoping to repair the damage I had done from the beginning, but it seems you don't want that. Perhaps that is what the pointed winged jerks up above have kept telling me over the years, and were trying to protect me from. I'm sorry you feel that way about me, Sam. I truly do. But I stand by my promise of going back home if you don't want me around.” She said, her back to him. Her face out of his sight so he can't see the tears stream down her her face. She was even surprised at how her voice didn't portray her emotions.

TAGGED: Sam WORD COUNT: 435 NOTES: Coming to talk and repair the damage was a bad idea... And she will leave and go back to heaven if he doesn't want her around him, Dean, or Adam...

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