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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 14, 2007 18:38:14 GMT -5
The Roadhouse was a place to be less than desired. After being burnt to the ground rebuilding the place just wasn’t the same. The general idea still remained but the new walls couldn’t compare to the old walls. The historic walls that legendary hunters once use to stare at on long nights. Sam was sitting on a barstool getting briefed on a case. A Poltergeist out west, and apparently a nasty one it seemed. Sam knew this wouldn’t be a problem considering he had fought numerous ones before. Sam watched as Dean flipped through his father’s journal, not looking for anything in particular. Sam suddenly looked up to see someone standing in front of him.
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Post by Alyssa Danvers on Oct 16, 2007 12:54:59 GMT -5
Alyssa walked over to Sam, she stood in front of him and waited for him to zone in. To look up. She smiled softly "Hey there" she said as he looked up "How're you doing?" she sat down beside him and the new bar-tender tossed her a beer. She smiled at him and looked around "It's not the same huh?" she said quietly
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 16, 2007 18:22:30 GMT -5
Sam smiled at her a familar smile. Just what I was thinking, I don't know. Its not Harvelles anymore. He glanced at Alyssa and took a swig of his own beer. The alcohol lightly stung the back of Sam's throat. He gave a sigh as he thought about the case set up ahead, Poltergiest out in Kentucky. Sam fumbled with a pen nearby. He looked back around the room at the old wooden walls. He forced a smile. So what brings you around here?
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Post by Alyssa Danvers on Oct 16, 2007 18:40:43 GMT -5
Alyssa nodded "I hear ya. They were good people." she replied. "I miss them. Especially Doctor Badass. He could make me laugh." Alyssa popped the lip off her beer and took a swing of it. She watched him with examining eyes as he sighed, he looked sad, with a touch of burdened. Everyone was a recipe to her, and she could see all the ingrediants.
"I dunno. I guess I was hoping that maybe I'd wake up from the nightmare" Alyssa answered with a sharp laugh that was too dark to be real. "What about you Sammy?"
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 19, 2007 17:35:17 GMT -5
Sam smirked he looked at Alyssa curiously trying to read her expression, something he did frequently but never admitted to doing. He sighed. Just thinking. He fumbled with his beer and the cold drops fell down its side. He looked around the room. Life has been hell latley, I've been researching like crazy trying to help Dean yah know. Sam took a swig of beer then paused. But, I'm starting to think I'll be too late. He looked directly into Alyssa hoping she would get what he ment. He wasn't in the mood for explinations.
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Post by Alyssa Danvers on Oct 21, 2007 16:55:58 GMT -5
Alyssa nodded understandingly "You're preaching to the choir buddy." she smiled kindly. "I've been stuck on runaway for a bit but it's hard to disappear when you're me." she too didn't like explanations but she wouldn't really have minded to share her secret with someone else. Especially Sam, he seemed like the kind of person that could just nod after you had told your story and make you feel better. She took a deep drink of her beer and nodded. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean." she said, staring back at him for a second
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 25, 2007 18:17:24 GMT -5
Sam raised a brow at her runaway story. Runaway? Sam chuckled. Since when? He took another swig of beer, his eyes focused on Alyssa, waiting for her to explain. The sound of 'Rock n Roll Ain't Noise Pollution' played softly in the background from the old jukebox. He smiled remembering all the good and no so good memories at the past in Harvelles.
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Post by Alyssa Danvers on Oct 25, 2007 18:44:27 GMT -5
Alyssa let her head roll down "OH, just... a lotta stuff happened. Turns out I'm like you. Yellow eyes and all." she smirked and looked up at him "Some demon guy was after me and just... urgh. A lotta crap." she said finally, with a sigh.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 26, 2007 15:20:19 GMT -5
Sam was shoked by her words. He smirked as he took another swig. It's not fun is it?" He studied her face. He hated hearing about when the other side won, it made him feel that this war, they didnt' stand a chance. He looked around the bar then back at the floor studying the cracks that ran from the wood.
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Post by Alyssa Danvers on Oct 29, 2007 16:59:28 GMT -5
Alyssa sighed "You're tellin' me." she replied. "Just don't give up though," she rested a friendly hand on his shoulder "We can't have any more hunters that don't hold anymore hope. And trust me, I know it's hard. I'm running on fumes myself, but if we give up, then that means we let them win. IT means that everything that we sacrifice is pointless and I know for damn sure that that is not true." her eyes blazed with pride and a hidden anger.
Her cell phone broke into the powerful silence that had captivated them. She answered it with a frown "Hello? Who is this?" her face went as pale as the moon as the person spoke. "What? How'd... what'd." she stammered over her words and sat down, looking completely different than the person who had just said that they couldn't give up.
She seemed small, like a puppy that had been kicked too many times then tricked into loving again. Her eyes swam with tears that she blinked back "Couldn't find anything, huh?" she said, her voice chocked. "Well, I'll be down immediatly. We'll talk about the arangements when... wel yes of course. No, I'm not alone. No, I'm not emotionally unstable!" she snapped "I'm not an idiot Mr.Freidrich, I will see you on Thursday." she snapped the phone shut and ran her hands over her face, tears slipped down through her hands.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Nov 3, 2007 17:38:18 GMT -5
Sam forgot all the previous question. His glance one filled with worry and sympathy turned to Alyssa. What is it? Sam wasn't one to be taken as nosy but she seemed hurt, and he hated seeing that feeling people wore too often.
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Post by Alyssa Danvers on Nov 8, 2007 10:34:08 GMT -5
Alyssa wiped the tears from her face and sucked in deep breathe. "My dad, he's dead." she said, her voice hollow of any emotion."Something killed him." she looked over at Sam. "Figures that they'd find him sooner or later. Whatever." she sighed and took a deep dredge of her beer. She stood up. "I've gotta go burry him." she said quickly, hoping Sam would come with her. He was always such a good comforter.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Nov 10, 2007 21:27:32 GMT -5
Sam rushed to Alyssa side almost instantly, wrapping her in a firm, warm hug. He breathed down into her hair what he tried to sound like comfort. I'm coming with you. He steadied her in the direction of the door as he laid a 20 on the counter and grabbed his coat. His pace quickened as they reached the door to the outside world.
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Post by Alyssa Danvers on Nov 12, 2007 10:45:55 GMT -5
Alyssa let herself be hugged. Hugs, when was the last time someone had given her one? She didn't mind them so much right then."Okay. Thanks." Alyssa nodded "I could really use some help. Apparently he's left me some stuff too. Like money and proporty or something. He wasn't a hunter. I've gotta find out what killed him, an'" she stopped herself before she burst into more tears. Crying wasn't going to bring him back, and she was used to death. She leaned on Sam for help, it was good to have a friend around.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Nov 13, 2007 20:15:46 GMT -5
Sam nodded as she talked. He felt her pain, not too long ago was their Dad's death a scar on his heart. He now had been able to patch it up and move on. He helped her to her side of the impala, before he got into the drivers side. Dean had let him borrow the car as long as Sam aggreed to get food, Alyssa came first though. Sam tapped on the steering wheel as he turned to look at Alyssa. Where too?
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