Leaving the waiting room, Sam realized that he still knew nothing about this Michael, this guy who showed up out of nowhere and seemed to know him in a way that he couldn't ignore. It was...unsettling. Which was probably the point, but.
And that whole thing about Dean being resurrected two weeks earlier than expected? That didn't really help, either.
At least he had a warning. For whatever that was worth. Though he knew he should check it out, as well. Confirm it, somehow, because taking Michael at his word wasn't something Sam was inclined to do, despite the fact that instinct told him Michael wasn't lying. That no matter how much he wanted to deny everything the man had said, he couldn't quite shake the feeling that there was something he was missing. Something Michael knew that Sam didn't.
He rubbed the corner of his eye with one hand and pushed the door open with the other. Peter was there already. Sam couldn't decide if this was a blessing of a distraction or something he just didn't want to deal with at the moment. He'd figured out by now that though polite, Peter also had a tendency to question, and it was actually his politeness that was the problem. There was no way for Sam to just shoot him down without looking like a jackass. Especially not after last night, which made Sam feel like he owed his roommate more than just answers. Answers that were probably long overdue at this point.
But being alone with his thoughts might not be the best plan, either. If they talked about last night, he wouldn't mind. Right now, zombies were preferable to—well, everything. So long as the bite on his arm didn't start turning him, anyway. That would seriously be a real last straw there.
He slid into his seat. "Hey," he said, deciding that segueing directly into, Thanks for the rescue or, How'd you find your brother, right away might be a little awkward.
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And that whole thing about Dean being resurrected two weeks earlier than expected? That didn't really help, either.
At least he had a warning. For whatever that was worth. Though he knew he should check it out, as well. Confirm it, somehow, because taking Michael at his word wasn't something Sam was inclined to do, despite the fact that instinct told him Michael wasn't lying. That no matter how much he wanted to deny everything the man had said, he couldn't quite shake the feeling that there was something he was missing. Something Michael knew that Sam didn't.
He rubbed the corner of his eye with one hand and pushed the door open with the other. Peter was there already. Sam couldn't decide if this was a blessing of a distraction or something he just didn't want to deal with at the moment. He'd figured out by now that though polite, Peter also had a tendency to question, and it was actually his politeness that was the problem. There was no way for Sam to just shoot him down without looking like a jackass. Especially not after last night, which made Sam feel like he owed his roommate more than just answers. Answers that were probably long overdue at this point.
But being alone with his thoughts might not be the best plan, either. If they talked about last night, he wouldn't mind. Right now, zombies were preferable to—well, everything. So long as the bite on his arm didn't start turning him, anyway. That would seriously be a real last straw there.
He slid into his seat. "Hey," he said, deciding that segueing directly into, Thanks for the rescue or, How'd you find your brother, right away might be a little awkward.