fandomhighdorms | Gym, Monday After Workshops

Current Mood: sweaty

Entry tags:

@gym,
dawn summers

Gym, Monday After Workshops

Knowing it had been forever since she'd done any kind of training, Dawn started out on the treadmill, with plans to move on to the punching bag and sword practice.

Five miles first, to clear her head and warm herself up.

[ooc: Post is open, but thread between Dawn and Sam is locked to them.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Having searched all of the classrooms and most of the empty areas of the school, Sam had moved on to the gym in search of Dean. When he saw Dawn, he made a beeline over to her, speaking quickly and frantically. "Dawn! Have you seen Dean at all today?"

"Sam?" Dawn stopped the treadmill. "Uh uh. What's wrong?" She wiped her hands and face off on the towel hanging by the treadmill.

"It happened. Everything in my dream happened," he said, stammering. "The package and the--the knife, and then Dean, he--there was a flash of light and he--he's gone and I've looked everywhere and I don't know where he could be and--and now he's not here--"

Dawn took him by the shoulders. "SAM!"

That got Sam to stop talking, at least for the few moments it took him to close his eyes and try to calm down enough to be coherent. "Dean's disappeared, exactly like he did in my nightmare," he said.

"What? How? Wait--like with the knife and the package from your dad? And what do you mean, disappeared?"

"It happened exactly like I saw it in my dream," Sam said. "He had the package from our dad, and the knife was inside - I've got it up in the room, I can show it to you later. When he pulled the knife out, there was this flash, and that was it, he was just gone."

"Just a flash?" Dawn couldn't figure it out. "Nothing opened, no chanting? The knife must have been the trigger to whatever the heck this was."

"We'll find out what this is, Sam," Dawn promised, "and we'll get him back."

"Nothing happened until he pulled the knife out of its sheath," he explained. "Maybe it was set to that."

He sighed softly, looking guilty. "Dawn, what if he's hurt? I've been seeing this for days, and I didn't do anything to stop it until it was too late."

"Sam, we'll figure this out as fast as we can. I'll take the knife and look for pictures tomorrow. This isn't your fault," Dawn told him, gathering her things, "How could you know it was just a dream? It's not like you're psychic, right?"

Sam shook his head, which turned out to not be such a bright idea as it brought forth the first pangs of what felt like a stress headache. "Right, I know. I just...maybe they're related? Like, the same thing that caused Dean's disappearance has been causing my nightmare?"

"Maybe?" Dawn asked, heading towards the door. "And you don't have any idea what that is, so...research."

"Yeah, you're right. There's got to be...something that can help." Sam took a few steps to follow Dawn, and then stopped as his headache suddenly went from dull to blinding pain.

"I wonder if we could get Rory to open the li..." she looked back over her shoulder at Sam. "Are you okay?"

Sam made a keening noise as he collapsed and sat down on the gym floor. "I...no, my head..."

"Sam!" Dawn ran back to Sam and knelt down by him on the floor, "What's wrong?"

Sam tried to answer, but all he could do was press his palms against his forehead to try to make the pain stop. When he opened his eyes, everything went white for a few moments until the color faded away--

And he saw Dean, as clearly as if he was standing right beside him. Dean was in the room he'd set up, on the fourth floor, and he was on the phone. To Sam, it sounded like he was trying to get through to someone, but it wasn't working. As Dean hung up the phone, everything went white again, and this time, when Sam blinked, he was back in the gym, with Dawn.

"Oh, ow," he murmured, rubbing at his eyes.

"What?" Dawn had seen Sam press his palms into his forehead, then rub at his eyes. "What's wrong with your head?"

"I...I don't know," Sam said, and that really wasn't a lie. "But I think I just remembered a place I forgot to look for Dean."

"Where?" Dawn was already getting to her feet, and offered Sam a hand.

"The Place. That room that Dean took over on the fourth floor," Sam replied, taking the offered hand and standing up. "I'm going to go check there, just to make sure."

"Do you want me to go with you?" Dawn didn't want to know how Sam would deal with it if Dean wasn't there.

Sam thought about it for a moment, before shaking his head. If he was wrong about this, or if he got another headache, he had a feeling he was going to completely lose it, and the last thing he wanted on top of everything else was to do that in front of Dawn.

"Could you maybe go back to our room and see if Dean went there?" he said. "And you can take a look at the knife if you want. Who knows, maybe you'll recognize something on it."

Dawn was worried, but she nodded. "Okay, but you better come get me, no matter what. Where's the knife?"

"It's on my bed, in the box that it came in," Sam replied. Before he could think enough to stop himself, he leaned in and gave Dawn a hug. "Thank you. I'll come and get you and tell you everything, I promise."

She reached up and hugged him back. "Good. Go, and I'll meet you back in our room."

"Okay," Sam said, nodding carefully before heading for the door. "Thank you."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Gym, Monday After Workshops

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject