Did You Just Order a Five-Dollar Shake? [OPEN]

[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] You would think that you'd be able to score any kind of drug you wanted in Vegas. Because, well, it's Vegas, right? It turned out, not so much. Adam had quickly learned that he could score coke, X, meth, Special K, and pretty much any hallucinogen he'd ever heard of just by asking the right bellhop at the casino, but that getting ahold of prescription stuff other than painkillers, Rophynol or Xyrem was damned near impossible, at least anywhere on the Strip. So he'd borrowed the pickup from Steve and driven across town to the kind of neighborhood where there were still shoes tossed over phone lines and all the houses had bars on the windows. A couple of hours hanging around a pool hall where his high school Spanish got put to a serious workout and Adam had finally managed to score a trio of full-refill prescriptions for lurasidone and a fat baggie of some beautifully sticky weed. No sedatives, but the guy said he could maybe hook Adam up with a bottle or three of triazolam next week sometime. One trip to the hospital dispensary later and Adam headed back to the casino with a small fortune in drugs shoved deep into his backpack and a calmer heart and mind than he'd had all week. The lurasidone was setting the hallucinations at a safe distance for the first time since Sam went down and just knowing that he had the pot plus a hoarded Valium back in his room promised the possibility of a full five hours sleep that night. With the antipsychotic working its magic, he actually even felt hungry, and so when he got back to the casino Adam diverted off to the overpriced American food place and quickly got himself settled in with a Lord Peter Wimsey novel on his secondhand Kindle, and an order of fried mozzarella while he waited for his fish and chips to arrive. Adam had fully intended to disappear into fried food and interbellum British mystery plots, but just as he was finishing off a chapter he glanced up to see a familiar figure sort of hovering near the end of the table. Between the relief of being well-medicated and the cheerful mood because the fried cheese was really good, he actually managed to smile and say, "Hey. Have a seat?" Location: America, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas NV Music: When the Lights Go Out - The Black Keys Outfit: His standard slumpy suburban look. Notes: This is as close as he gets to a good mood these days.

[Dr. Violet Halvoni]

Make your next appointment, come back and get some more.

Letty was starved after the day she'd had. First stabilizing Sam Winchester, then doing a surprise fixer upper on Flynn Koch. She decided to skip her trip to the pool, and grab a bite to eat instead. After asking the desk manager's opinion on the hotel's various eateries, she landed at the America restaurant.

She was greeted kindly at the door, the hostess complimenting her on her stylish handbag. "Thank you." Letty said with a smile, "It's a D & B." The dark skinned woman thanked her for the information, and directed her to choose any seat in the dining room, the place was apparently in it's slow hours.

As she walked through the brightly decorated dining area, she noticed the boy she'd met earlier in Sam's hotel room, dining alone at a center table. Not knowing whether to approach him outright or allow him to eat by himself, Letty casually headed in the direction of his table, and waited for him to notice her.

Letty was taken aback when he smiled up at her and offered her a seat. When they'd first met earlier that morning, Adam was rather distracted. He had acted skittish and paranoid, almost frighteningly so, the tell tale signs of an addict. But, Letty knew better than to judge someone she didn't know, especially after only one, brief encounter. He looked as though he was feeling better, more relaxed. This would be as good a time as any to become acquainted with the youngest of John Winchester's offspring.

Sitting across from him, she refreshed his memory on her name, in case he'd forgotten. "Adam, right? I'm Dr. Halvoni, if you recall. Has anyone updated you on his condition? He's doing much better, still under, but he seems comfortable.. considering.." She trailed off, not really wanting to talk shop over lunch, "You can call me Letty."



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Location: America, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Nevada.
Emotions:Cautious.
Outfit: Slouchy, brown tank, denim vest, stonewash jeans, heals, handbag, long necklaces.
Notes:Not sure if they qualify as acquaintances. But they've met. And, hey, girl's gotta eat.

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[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] "Adam, yeah." He nodded, mostly just to confirm that he remembered her name and who she was. Norah had talked to his Dad ahead about bringing this doctor in, he'd heard the edges of the conversation but hadn't been consulted. Not that he figured he should be, just that he might have liked it if he was stable enough to ask about things like this and he really ought to talk now, huh? He took a drink of his sweet tea to try to cover up the overlong pause, and ended up just being awkward again by jumping in and asking urgently, "Considering what? Is there something more going on with Sam?" There really wasn't anything more important in Adam's life right now than working out what was wrong with Sam, and while he knew that he was putting off other important issues like mending his relationship with his father, like working out how he and Nick were going to proceed going forward--were they going to travel together or was she going to go back to Dean or what?, like seeing about getting his own medical issues in order, like a half-dozen things he should have been handling but wasn't, Adam couldn't make himself care. He just needed Sam back, he needed to sit down with his brother and talk things through and maybe, hopefully, find some peace. And so he watched the blonde doctor with anxiety clear to read in his eyes. He was peripherally aware that he was being weird again, but that was a dim and unimportant thing in comparison. Simply that he noticed it, the same way that he noticed that she was blonde and beautiful, as something that was true but not meaningful in the immediate. What mattered was Sam. Was he sick beyond what they already knew? Was there damage from the blow to the head or had he gotten too dehydrated when they couldn't get fluids into him fast enough? His heart rate was bumped up high, the devils that danced at the edges of his consciousness pressed closer. A smell of hot iron. Adam opened and closed his hand beneath the table and forced himself to wait for the doctor's answer before he freaked out. Location: America, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas NV Music: When the Lights Go Out - The Black Keys Outfit: His standard slumpy suburban look. Notes: He's awfully unstable. He tries, he just usually fails.

[Dr. Violet Halvoni]

Make your next appointment, come back and get some more.

Letty's eyes examined the boy's face as he seemed to travel off into his own thoughts. It wasn't until now that she realized the burden Sam's condition was putting on his family's emotional state. She just hadn't really had the time to sit back and look at the situation from a loved one's point of view. Fiddling with the corner of her napkin, she responded calmly to Adam's outburst.

"What? No, no. I only meant that considering what he must be going through, mentally, he seems to be doing alright physically." The doctor had experience in dealing with the loved ones of a patient, but with Hunters, the protocol was a bit different. In a normal circumstance, she would have done her best to sugar coat things to keep him calm. But, she found that with special cases like these, the people involved got testy if you didn't tell them straight out.

"He's got a hell of a journey ahead of him, we're relieving his bladder with a catheter and feeding him through a series of tubes, but he'll pull out of this any day now. I'm willing to bet on it." Her eyes softened, and a small, reassuring smile spread across her lips. "So, have you ordered?"

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Location: America, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Nevada.
Emotions:Light.
Outfit: Slouchy, brown tank, denim vest, stonewash jeans, heals, handbag, long necklaces.
Notes:FOOD.

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[Adam Milligan]

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[Dr. Violet Halvoni]

Make your next appointment, come back and get some more.

Physically, he looks pretty damn good. Letty blushed. Did it make her a total creep to've been subconsciously checking out her unsuspecting patient? Probably. But she was only human, and tall, dark, and handsome was exactly what she looked for in a man. Neglecting to actually vocalized the thoughts that had sprung into her mind, she kept things light. "He's doing great, better than I expected now that he's been treated."

Just then, a slender man wearing a uniform and 'America' baseball cap, approached their table, pen and pad in tow. "Anything for the lady?" He asked, flashing Letty a glistening, white smile. "Yeah, um, I'll have the Entree portion Caesar Salad and some of these Mozzarella triangles, please." The doctor typically didn't eat things that had been dipped in batter and fried, but she was on vacation, she felt entitled to a bit of indulgence.

Once the waiter had made his way to the kitchen, Letty snagged one of the triangles from Adam's plate and answered his previous question. "Honestly, no. I've taken on a few other cases since seeing Sam. This is the first time I've made it out of my hotel room without my kit handy." She paused, popping the corner of the fried cheese into her mouth and waiting until she'd swallowed before continuing. "I've actually never been to Vegas before, I'm hoping to steal Norah away and head to the Party Pit and Rok Vegas. I need a night out, and I'm sure they won't deny a famous face, even if it is underage." Smiling at him she added, "do you have plans this evening?"

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Location: America, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Nevada.
Emotions:Light.
Outfit: Slouchy, brown tank, denim vest, stonewash jeans, heals, handbag, long necklaces.
Notes:Hinting at an invitation.

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[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] Adam exhaled in clear relief. "Good. We were doing our best for him, but none of us are really qualified past field medic levels." He transferred another of the mozarella pieces over to the bread plate he was using and cut off a corner with the side of his fork. They ought to be finger food, really, but he didn't like getting his fingers all greasy when there was anyone there to see. Alone? He'd tear into food like a rabid animal. The invitation or hint or whatever it was made him smile, but he shook his head. "No plans, no. I don't really...do things. It's better that way. I just stick close to the hotel, sometimes go down and play the slots for a while. I read a lot of books." Today's outing to tap into the Las Vegas criminal network was his first real adventure on his own since arriving in Vegas. Nick was willing to let him cling, and there was always sitting with Sam or keeping one of the other shut-ins company. "You should take Norah out, though, for sure." He was far happier keeping the attention off him. "All she does is work and take care of people. Even when she goes to the afterparties," he'd let Malaki talk him into walking in to one of those exactly once, and had made it twenty minutes before he had to flee, "she's working. Networking, or whatever you'd call it." A soft, sarcastic smile that was (not that Letty had any reason to know it) more like the kid Adam had been two years ago than pretty much anything else that had happened today. "The idea that all of us might be able to take care of ourselves for two hours without her help has never occurred to her. Or if it has, she assumes we're being silly." Location: America, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas NV Music: When the Lights Go Out - The Black Keys Outfit: His standard slumpy suburban look. Notes: He does pay attention.

[Dr. Violet Halvoni]

Make your next appointment, come back and get some more.

Letty laughed lightly at Adam's response to her insinuation that he join she and Norah that evening. She could relate to both he and Norah's social habits. Staying in and reading was Letty's typical pass time, that and chatting with distant friends on her laptop. And, like Norah, she rarely took the time to do anything for herself. She was far too worried about the people around her.

"Yep, that sounds like Nor. She's got that mother hen instinct, unusual for someone barely out of high school." Realizing she hadn't the slightest idea how old the man before her was, she thought it couldn't hurt to ask. "Are you around her age?" As she awaited his answer, her own plate of mozzerella arrived and she didn't hesitate before diving in. "This may be the most delicious thing I've ever had in my mouth." She pointed to the triangles, "although, that could just be due to the fact that I'm starving. I haven't eaten a thing today."

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Location: America, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Nevada.
Emotions:Chatty.
Outfit: Slouchy, brown tank, denim vest, stonewash jeans, heals, handbag, long necklaces.
Notes: Had to go back and edit that last post, I swear I'm dyslectic at times. I totally thought it said cheese fries, not fried cheese xD

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[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] "Yeah, I'm--" he broke off and frowned a bit, thinking about that. "Actually, it's kind of complicated. I'm older. I guess. Twenty-two, I think." He shook his head and confided, "Being dead messes with more than you'd think. If you go by the birthdate, I'm 22. If you go by days spent walking around on the planet, about 19, maybe edging toward 20. If you go by hours spent sentient and aware...a lot older." He seemed to be talking mostly to himself, not like he'd forgotten she was there or anything but more like he was working it out aloud. "Let's go with 22? I think that's a decent compromise." Her reaction to the cheese made him smile and cut another bite of his own. "Get somebody to take you to the steakhouse in the Luxor. Every single thing you eat and drink there will become the best thing you've ever put in your mouth. It's sorta unfair how good it all is." Luke and Alec had taken him there for dinner one night, it had been a two-hour foodgasm that Adam still hadn't fully recovered from. Location: America, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas NV Music: When the Lights Go Out - The Black Keys Outfit: His standard slumpy suburban look. Notes: The pleasures of the flesh are even better when you really appreciate having flesh.

[Dr. Violet Halvoni]

Make your next appointment, come back and get some more.

Letty choked noisily on her appetizer when Adam uttered the word 'death.' He continued, more so hashing out his calculations verbally, than really speaking to her. She was sure the expression on her face displayed her emotions clearly, she had been completely and totally mind-fucked.

Sure, there were cases of people dying on the table for several minutes before being resuscitated. Hell, Letty herself was responsible for tens of lives saved by paddles, CPR, and sheer dumb luck. Somehow she got the feeling that Adam wasn't talking about that kind of death.

"I'm sorry, what?!" She completely glossed over his reccomendation and chose to stay fixated on the fact that this kid had come back from the freaking dead! "You...died? I don't understand." Furrowing her brow, her pulse speeding up, she gulped. "You're not like, some sort of thing, are you?" That was the only logical explanation the doctor could come up with at the moment, he had to be something other-worldly. Humans didn't just drop dead and then come back to life and splurge on fried cheese and tea.

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Location: America, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Nevada.
Emotions:Freaked the "F" out.
Outfit: Slouchy, brown tank, denim vest, stonewash jeans, heals, handbag, long necklaces.
Notes: Letty knows next to nothing about angels and what they can do, including bring people back to life. They emerged after she'd sworn off hunting.

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[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] A visible flinch, Adam was clearly surprised by her surprise and his flight-or-fight instincts were permanently set to Flight. "I, uh--" the tines of his fork jittered against the plate as the constant tremble in his hands got worse, he set the utensil down and pulled his hands down into his lap. "I thought you knew. Because of Sam, that's why he's all messed up. I figured somebody would have told you." Again more comfortable keeping the focus off of him, Adam kinda explained by saying, "Sam's collapsed because he remembered what it was like to be dead and tortured by Lucifer and the Archangel Michael for a year. Well, a year of time up here. It feels like a lot longer down there. It's complicated, but him and me, we got worn like meatsuits by a couple of archangels who were in the middle of a big apocalyptic duel, and Sam figured out how to trap both of 'em in this sort of...cage. Pocket dimension. Feywild realm. Tiny hell. Pick your word for it, though the hell one was closest. Anyway, he trapped the two angels to keep them from destroying the world, but it got him and me trapped in there too. So there we were, locked in with two pissed-off demigods who had nothing better to do than mess with us." A jerky, uncomfortable shrug. "When the angels pulled him all the way out of the Pit, they set up a wall in his head to lock away the memories of being dead, keep him from remembering what had happened down there. But the wall broke, and he remembered, and that's why he collapsed." Location: America, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas NV Music: When the Lights Go Out - The Black Keys Outfit: His standard slumpy suburban look. Notes: Sort of explaining except not.

[Dr. Violet Halvoni]

Make your next appointment, come back and get some more.

"I, guess that makes sense." Letty said, gazing off in thought. "I mean, it's logical that you have to die to get to hell. I just, hadn't thought of it that way." Looking back into the young man's eyes she now understood his demeanor. He'd probably gone through unspeakable things downstairs. A shiver crawled up Letty's back at the mere thought of what he may have experienced.

But, he was back now. Why? Letty wondered to herself, but chose to let the question remain in her whirring head, rather than putting her nose where it didn't belong. "You seem to be doing," she paused, noticing his shaky hands and eyes that were slightly sunken in, "okay. Better than Sam."

For whatever reason, Adam hadn't had a wall put up in his mind, at least none that he'd mentioned. The doctor pictured Adam as the weakest of the three brothers, yet, he was managing to stay conscious. A voice other than his, caught Letty's attention.

"Caesar Salad for the lady." It was the Waiter, delivering the food they'd ordered. "Oh, thanks." She offered, with a strained smile, it was all she could manage through her whirlwind of emotions and thoughts.

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Location: America, NY NY Casino, Las Vegas Nevada.
Emotions:Intrigued.
Outfit: Slouchy, brown tank, denim vest, stone-wash jeans, heals, handbag, long necklaces.
Notes: The gears are turning.

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[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] "Why would you?" A ghost of a smile. "Outside my weird-ass family and our equally weird friends, who has to worry about that kind of thing? Usually when you're dead you stay that way. There just seems to be something about the Winchester DNA that turns the Pearly Gates into a revolving door." He was shredding his fish into flaked-away chunks with the tines of his fork, unable to hold still for even two minutes. "And I'm not. Doing okay. I've just had longer to work out the coping mechanisms than Sam has." He ate one of the bites of fish before explaining, "I'm crazy. Like, full-on funny farm crazy. I hallucinate, I have violent mood swings, I can't sleep for shit, half the time I forget to eat. I hide behind the people I trust, which is basically my half-angel sister who can't even order her own meal in a restaurant without male support and approval, Norah who has zero time and I don't even know why I like her because she's bossy as hell but she just feels safe, and Sam, who's comatose." A shrug, he was back to avoiding eye contact, "But I'm upright. That's something.." That was an uncomfortable amount of talking about himself, but he'd done it for a reason. Still without making eye contact, he said, "He'll have hallucinations, when he wakes up. I'm positive he will, at least if he remembers anything at all. Antipsychotics help. Don't get rid of them, but give you a fighting chance at telling the hallucination from reality." He needed Sam getting as much help as he needed, and if there was an actual doctor here, maybe that could be possible. Location: America, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas NV Music: When the Lights Go Out - The Black Keys Outfit: His standard slumpy suburban look. Notes: Not strong. Stubborn.

[Dr. Violet Halvoni]

Make your next appointment, come back and get some more.

The slight smile that had momentarily flashed across Adam's face, a face that had prematurely aged through the stresses and dangers of being not just a hunter, but a Winchester, roused a grin to tug at the corners of Letty's lips. It was nice to see the boy's face light up, though it didn't last long. He was back to fidgeting with the meal in front of him before long, making her want to reach a gentle hand across the table to hold his, just to keep them from shaking for a moment.

"Longer? Were you brought back first, or is it just due to the fact that the same precautions that failed Sam were never attempted on you in the first place?" She'd wanted to rephrase what she'd said as it passed her lips, hoping he didn't take it the wrong way. She was sure Adam was worthy of special treatment, why he hadn't gotten any was beyond her comprehension.

Mention of Nichole sparked her interest. She'd tried her best to not pry, but this was a topic that she just couldn't seem to let go of. She hadn't wanted to question Norah about it, the girl had enough on her mind as it was. Though, Adam did as well, she felt he would have the best reaction to her inquiry. "Your sister, Nichole? I've heard her mentioned a few times. I, well.. I guess I'm confused. My parents were friends of your father's, I've known him as long as I can remember. But, I don't remember him ever mentioning a daughter." Her eyes fluttered up to study his reaction, wondering if he would give her a truthful answer.

While she awaited his response, she reached down into her bag and withdrew a script pad. "Here, let me write some prescriptions out for you and Sam. I have a roaming medical license, so my signature is good all over the country." She said, clicking her pen and scribbling down a hefty dose of Seroquel, along with a generic acetaminophen and hydrocodone. After signing her name, she handed the sheets to Adam. "Just fill in your full name at the line marked with an X, they should last you for the next four or five months." She paused, before quietly adding, "just, be careful how you use them. Addiction is a quick and slippery slope." She looked back down to her food, and took a few small bites of her salad.

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Location: America, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Nevada.
Emotions:Curious, and guilty for letting that curiosity get the best of her.
Outfit: Slouchy, brown tank, denim vest, stonewash jeans, heals, handbag, long necklaces.
Notes:Sorry for the late reply. Letty was comatose herself in my brain.

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[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] "No, Sam came back first, sort of. At first they'd left the soul behind, so he--the real him--was still down there in the cage with me. Then when they pulled the rest of him back up topside they put the wall up in his head, locked off the memories. When they pulled me out a few months later," he shrugged, "Sam's wall was already failing, I guess they didn't have any other ideas, so they just brought me out remembering." He was avoiding eye contact as he said it, but there was nothing unusual about that, not with him. "In all fairness, the minute I got topside and saw the angel standing there I banished him and ran. I haven't had the best luck with being resurrected by angels, it hasn't historically led to good things, for me or for the world." When she asked about Nichole, Adam started in on his fish again, eating tiny pieces that he'd flaked off, dabbling each in tartar sauce before popping it into his mouth. "She's confusing. Or at least her situation is. She's Sam's twin, younger be a couple of minutes. She died when they were six months old, in the same fire that their Mom did. And then for some fucked up ineffable reason, the angels decided to erase her entire existence from the memories of mankind. I don't know why, nobody I've ever asked has a decent answer to that. A couple people have plausible-sounding guesses, but Nick doesn't know and the angels won't explain. I guess they gave Dean back his memories of her, but for whatever reason they couldn't or didn't give Dad back his. And Sam didn't have any, he was just a baby." He looked up at her for a moment, notable only because it was the first time in several minutes that he'd tried. "Nick's got it rough. She doesn't belong in this life, no more than I do. Neither of us have the right disposition. But it's harder on her than me, she's a very gentle person and being around the violence and anger and danger tears her up inside. She says and does the wrong thing because she doesn't know how to pretend to be brave when she's scared, or strong when she's hurt, or calm when she's worked up. There's no lies in her, and so she gets torn up constantly. And tears other people up too." He loved his sister, truly and sincerely. And he understood her better than maybe she even knew. When she handed him the prescriptions he smiled in real appreciation. Quetiapine wasn't the best for him, it gave him dizzy spells, but he also knew that it was far and away the safest of the atypical antipsychotics. Maybe he could try them, take the actual dosage every night before he got into bed, be on the same med steadily for a few weeks instead of hopping around between meds trying to find the magic bullet that would make him not-crazy. He had Nick now, his Dad and Sam, he had more stability than he'd had when he was bouncing around New England. He could try it, anyway. Though he wouldn't be throwing out his new stash of lurasidone, either. Just in case. The painkillers were good to have too, headaches were always an issue though Adam was coming around to Luke's opinion that at a certain point when they're an every day occurrence you're better off taking the edge off with Tylenol and dealing with them. That way you could take a hard painkiller when you really needed it and it would do some actual good. And for sleep--well, if the quetiapine wouldn't do it (he doubted it would), pot was easy to find and rophynol almost as easy. And so the gratitude in his voice was very real as he took the papers and slipped them into his backpack. "Thanks. I really appreciate it. Though I was honestly not trolling for myself, meaning to let you know that it's gonna be an issue for Sam. I don't even know if he'll be willing to medicate, but they help." He didn't know how to answer the thing about addiction and ate a few flakes a fish while he tried to figure out what, if anything, an appropriate response would be. What he tried was, "My situation hasn't had a whole lot of options until recently. I was homeless, broke, nameless and in New England. I didn't know where Sam was or how to find him, I had no idea my father was alive again, didn't know my sister existed, and I'd kind of rather gouge out my own eyeballs than be around Dean. I did what I needed to do to survive. Now there are more choices, maybe some of them will turn out to be healthier. Not necessarily, there's still that Winchester DNA to contend with. But it could happen." Location: America, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas NV Music: When the Lights Go Out - The Black Keys Outfit: His standard slumpy suburban look. Notes: It's his job to be fair. Except about Dean. Dean can suck it.