( Sam's staring at his makeshift map of the city and the surrounding areas, his hope that Dean is in this universe somewhere finally starting to wane when faced with all the marked off places he's already looked, when he hears the frantic knocking at his door. He's on his feet quickly, a hand already on his gun, but when he looks through the peephole of the door, his demeanor swiftly changes from on high alert to deeply concerned. )
Woah - hey, hey. ( Sam's already opening the door when he speaks, an arm reaching to pull Jack inside the relative safety of the motel room. He looks behind him outside for a split second, in case the cause of Jack's obvious distress is physical. But when he can't spot anything, he closes and bolts the door, then puts his pistol on the table before turning back to Jack, worry lining his face. The kid looks devastated, and Sam's heart hurts at the sight. ) What's wrong?
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Date: 2025-07-29 11:51 pm (UTC)Woah - hey, hey. ( Sam's already opening the door when he speaks, an arm reaching to pull Jack inside the relative safety of the motel room. He looks behind him outside for a split second, in case the cause of Jack's obvious distress is physical. But when he can't spot anything, he closes and bolts the door, then puts his pistol on the table before turning back to Jack, worry lining his face. The kid looks devastated, and Sam's heart hurts at the sight. ) What's wrong?