"Do you have a lot of scars?" Was there a story behind each one? Were they all from hunting, since Sam had basically just told him he was still a hunter, or were there normal scars too? Did he ever have to be hospitalized, have an operation? And that led to a more important question surfacing in his mind... What about Dean, or Dad? Were they still alive in the future, from the time that grown-up Sam came from? Should he ask? Did he really want to know?
But then his older self was suggesting moving to the bed and Sammy gave a shrug like he didn't really care either way, though when he caught the next question and the roll of eyes, it made him feel a little more at ease. If Sam could easily, if subtly, mention Dean like that, then he was probably alright in the future, right? Stowing those particular questions away for a little later, he mirrored the roll of eyes as well. "Yeah. 'Course."
He moved over to the bed furthest from the door and sat down on it cross-legged, briefly running a hand through his hair. "You're so tall. How old are you, anyway?"
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Date: 2016-12-01 07:53 pm (UTC)"Do you have a lot of scars?" Was there a story behind each one? Were they all from hunting, since Sam had basically just told him he was still a hunter, or were there normal scars too? Did he ever have to be hospitalized, have an operation? And that led to a more important question surfacing in his mind... What about Dean, or Dad? Were they still alive in the future, from the time that grown-up Sam came from? Should he ask? Did he really want to know?
But then his older self was suggesting moving to the bed and Sammy gave a shrug like he didn't really care either way, though when he caught the next question and the roll of eyes, it made him feel a little more at ease. If Sam could easily, if subtly, mention Dean like that, then he was probably alright in the future, right? Stowing those particular questions away for a little later, he mirrored the roll of eyes as well. "Yeah. 'Course."
He moved over to the bed furthest from the door and sat down on it cross-legged, briefly running a hand through his hair. "You're so tall. How old are you, anyway?"