[ ( "Yeah, and if I ever hear it again, I'm going to kill myself." )
Well, as it turns out, it was not the heat of the moment. The absence of the tune leaves him picking at his ear, flinching back when the gesture is welcomed with an actual result.
Goo.
Disgusting.
Slimy.
G o o.
It just settles in a chain-reaction—hovering a hand and letting the substance drip, furrowing his brows; eyes wandering for the briefest moment to realize he's going more than commando, mouth gaping; his audible "no, no, no" to complete the look of a large woodland creature losing his footing and complete cool. Not so graceful when you're thrown in the middle of... well, where is he?
Not even close to what he temporarily could call home, the lack of everything that could resemble his previous situation. There was the annoying muffle of instruments, the gargle of water, pig in a poke, hot sauce, "Sam Winchester keeps a ruler near the bed and every morning when he wakes up–okay, enough!"
Fun times for all—but then nothing. The rules have been shredded, he's back to square one on Candyland and he wants nothing more than Candy Castle to go up in flames. The unbearable frustration just restacked with something new. And off. Completely off and tumbling away from any sense of logic and reality.
( This isn't how it's supposed to go. )
And as far as Sam Winchester knows, it's still Tuesday. ]
( ooc: Early canon point because NOTTTT SURE WHAT I AM DOING JUST YET )
sam winchester | supernatural | "mystery spot"
Well, as it turns out, it was not the heat of the moment. The absence of the tune leaves him picking at his ear, flinching back when the gesture is welcomed with an actual result.
Goo.
Disgusting.
Slimy.
G o o.
It just settles in a chain-reaction—hovering a hand and letting the substance drip, furrowing his brows; eyes wandering for the briefest moment to realize he's going more than commando, mouth gaping; his audible "no, no, no" to complete the look of a large woodland creature losing his footing and complete cool. Not so graceful when you're thrown in the middle of... well, where is he?
Not even close to what he temporarily could call home, the lack of everything that could resemble his previous situation. There was the annoying muffle of instruments, the gargle of water, pig in a poke, hot sauce, "Sam Winchester keeps a ruler near the bed and every morning when he wakes up–okay, enough!"
Fun times for all—but then nothing. The rules have been shredded, he's back to square one on Candyland and he wants nothing more than Candy Castle to go up in flames. The unbearable frustration just restacked with something new. And off. Completely off and tumbling away from any sense of logic and reality.
( This isn't how it's supposed to go. )
And as far as Sam Winchester knows, it's still Tuesday. ]
( ooc: Early canon point because NOTTTT SURE WHAT I AM DOING JUST YET )