*Okay. Small child. In a library. That's to be expected, right? Except the kid is really kind of creeping her out.* Um, wish I could but my parents would be majorly ticked.
I don't always mind them, it just gets really boring really quick when it's the same old thing in dead languages. You have to figure they're dead for a reason. Let them rest in peace.
Suck it up, Sammy. {He pushes another tome her way, but does give her a smile to go with it. He might push his niece harder than he probably should, but it'll likely save her life some day. She's the child of two of the worst trouble magnets he's ever met--he's going to bet everything up to no good within a five mile radius of her is well aware she exists and is out for blood. Winchester paranoia doesn't die easy, after all} Demonology's important.
Between you and Giles I have demonology coming out of my ears. *She's just going to pout at you now, Sam. See? See that?* Why can't we work on weapons training? At least that won't put me to sleep.
{Have an eyebrow, because that pout might work on just about anyone else, Samantha Alexandra, but Sam is the one who perfected the puppy dog eyes and he can at least hold out longer than your father.} Good. Saved your dad more times than I can count. How's the Latin coming?
{Have a sigh and a cousin who's just going to put her head down on top of her laptop and try not to scream. Her voice, when it comes, is muffled by her hair and the computer} If I have to read one more thing about ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics and enchantments, I think I'm going to lose my mind.
*Samantha leans back in her chair so that only two of its legs remain on the floor.* Can we just stage a rebellion? Or maybe go on strike. We didn't even get food this time. There was no emergency research chocolate stash. I think my dad got to it.
I don't understand why we have to wait in the camp cabin with the books while they go out and actually do something! {It's not fair, is what it is. It's not like she and Samantha haven't been training for hunts since they were ten! But no, Dad and Dean and Faith went out and handled everything with a pat on the head and 'stay safe' and they were supposed to do research! She understood research, she really did, and she knew it was important, but she was tired of being left behind, dammit!}
*Okay. Small child. In a library. That's to be expected, right? Except the kid is really kind of creeping her out.* Um, wish I could but my parents would be majorly ticked.
I don't always mind them, it just gets really boring really quick when it's the same old thing in dead languages. You have to figure they're dead for a reason. Let them rest in peace.
Suck it up, Sammy. {He pushes another tome her way, but does give her a smile to go with it. He might push his niece harder than he probably should, but it'll likely save her life some day. She's the child of two of the worst trouble magnets he's ever met--he's going to bet everything up to no good within a five mile radius of her is well aware she exists and is out for blood. Winchester paranoia doesn't die easy, after all} Demonology's important.
Between you and Giles I have demonology coming out of my ears. *She's just going to pout at you now, Sam. See? See that?* Why can't we work on weapons training? At least that won't put me to sleep.
{Have a sigh and a cousin who's just going to put her head down on top of her laptop and try not to scream. Her voice, when it comes, is muffled by her hair and the computer} If I have to read one more thing about ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics and enchantments, I think I'm going to lose my mind.
*Samantha leans back in her chair so that only two of its legs remain on the floor.* Can we just stage a rebellion? Or maybe go on strike. We didn't even get food this time. There was no emergency research chocolate stash. I think my dad got to it.
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