Lost in his thoughts as he was, Sam was still aware of another person's presence when his older self approached, and he visibly tensed, giving a sideways glance to him. He made no move to stop him from sitting, even if the question asked went completely unanswered. As the older, taller Sam stared out at the water, the younger kept a close watch on him, essentially a stranger.
It became obvious the moment his name was brought up (which Sam hadn't given), that the teenager was going for his butterfly knife. He hesitated though as the older Sam continued speaking, still not saying anything himself.
He shifted backward from the touch laid on his shoulder, expression still quite wary as the teen looked up at Sam and studied his own face.
There was something familiar about the stranger, he had to admit, and the fact was he knew things about Sam too, knew the correct phrase to say. It still felt dangerous to lead him back to the place he was staying, though. Then again, there were also more weapons there, and it was a place to where Dad and Dean would eventually return. If this was a trick of some sort, then it would be better for whatever might happen to happen there.
Finally, he decided and gave a nod, standing up from the bench.
"Okay. But I don't think I believe you yet," he replied, taking his backpack from its leaning place against the bench and hefting it over his shoulder. He turned to begin heading in the direction of the motel, not far from where they were. He had, after all, been on on his way back after school when he'd stopped here to stare at the water, trying to postpone his return to the dreary, empty motel room again for as long as possible.
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Date: 2016-11-06 06:44 am (UTC)It became obvious the moment his name was brought up (which Sam hadn't given), that the teenager was going for his butterfly knife. He hesitated though as the older Sam continued speaking, still not saying anything himself.
He shifted backward from the touch laid on his shoulder, expression still quite wary as the teen looked up at Sam and studied his own face.
There was something familiar about the stranger, he had to admit, and the fact was he knew things about Sam too, knew the correct phrase to say. It still felt dangerous to lead him back to the place he was staying, though. Then again, there were also more weapons there, and it was a place to where Dad and Dean would eventually return. If this was a trick of some sort, then it would be better for whatever might happen to happen there.
Finally, he decided and gave a nod, standing up from the bench.
"Okay. But I don't think I believe you yet," he replied, taking his backpack from its leaning place against the bench and hefting it over his shoulder. He turned to begin heading in the direction of the motel, not far from where they were. He had, after all, been on on his way back after school when he'd stopped here to stare at the water, trying to postpone his return to the dreary, empty motel room again for as long as possible.