Spencer's profiling would be dead-on here, Sam used to have a hope left in him that he'd eventually make it out of the life but that dream died with Jessica. Then again when Dean's deal came due. He kept on taking hits because he didn't know how to stay down when it benefited him and after the shit with Amelia, now Sam wasn't so sure he was even capable of it.
His worldview was narrowed down for you at such a young age and the totality of it proved too a heavy burden to escape. First, he owed it to his dad, then to avenge Dean, but now the hits kept coming and everything just continued to build up. He helped other people, other hunters, sure - but he was lonely. It was a lonely life and now without Dean, Cas, or Amelia, he felt more alone than ever.
When Spencer is done Sam looks over his shoulder carefully at his handiwork. The look on his face doesn't hide how impressed he is with the neat lines and the careful threading.
"You might have missed your calling." The smile that follows the genuine compliment betrays his words but it doesn't reach his eyes. He's too tired. Sam carefully pulls his shirt back on and toes out of the boots he'd tread back into the motel in. "Wasn't supposed to be hunting to begin with, but it's a habit I can't seem to kick. I don't plan on running any more vampire nests any time soon."
Sam heaves a sigh and checks his phone before plugging it into the wall beside the tiny bathroom on his way out. Sure, the motel's not five star but there's two beds, a couch, and the sheets are all clean. "Maybe you should stay instead of hauling ass back to the BAU."
Knowing about each other was a two-way street and Sam realized on their way to the hospital with the victim who Spencer Reid was and what unit he belonged to. "At least wait until morning. That way you're not taking the company car with all of this cycling through your brain. Plus, it'll give you some time to catalog any questions you might have. I'll answer them if I can."
It also gives them both time to rest and recuperate before parting ways. Sam doesn't think it's good sense for either of them to leave with freshly stitched wounds after almost twenty-four hours of being up. Things hadn't exactly gone well for either of them at the nest, or at the hospital. Timely wasn't part of the gig.
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His worldview was narrowed down for you at such a young age and the totality of it proved too a heavy burden to escape. First, he owed it to his dad, then to avenge Dean, but now the hits kept coming and everything just continued to build up. He helped other people, other hunters, sure - but he was lonely. It was a lonely life and now without Dean, Cas, or Amelia, he felt more alone than ever.
When Spencer is done Sam looks over his shoulder carefully at his handiwork. The look on his face doesn't hide how impressed he is with the neat lines and the careful threading.
"You might have missed your calling." The smile that follows the genuine compliment betrays his words but it doesn't reach his eyes. He's too tired. Sam carefully pulls his shirt back on and toes out of the boots he'd tread back into the motel in. "Wasn't supposed to be hunting to begin with, but it's a habit I can't seem to kick. I don't plan on running any more vampire nests any time soon."
Sam heaves a sigh and checks his phone before plugging it into the wall beside the tiny bathroom on his way out. Sure, the motel's not five star but there's two beds, a couch, and the sheets are all clean. "Maybe you should stay instead of hauling ass back to the BAU."
Knowing about each other was a two-way street and Sam realized on their way to the hospital with the victim who Spencer Reid was and what unit he belonged to. "At least wait until morning. That way you're not taking the company car with all of this cycling through your brain. Plus, it'll give you some time to catalog any questions you might have. I'll answer them if I can."
It also gives them both time to rest and recuperate before parting ways. Sam doesn't think it's good sense for either of them to leave with freshly stitched wounds after almost twenty-four hours of being up. Things hadn't exactly gone well for either of them at the nest, or at the hospital. Timely wasn't part of the gig.