So-li-va-gant ~Latin
Someone who wanders or travels the world alone; a solitary adventurer.
Following seasons 1-3 of Supernatural.
Book One of the Solivagant series.
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"Eleanor it's a frickin bullet not an attack on feminism"
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"So he's not recalling anything?" Bobby clarifies with raised eyebrows, sipping the beer I cracked for him not minutes ago tonight "Sam?"
Stealing a sip I pass it back over with a smack on my hand from Bobby "He's lost track of an entire week. Sat in the room covered in blood-" My sentence is interrupted by my phone buzzing on the table. Noting it's Dean, I tell Bobby to wait a moment before answering "He recall anything? You've not called me for hours-"
"El?"
Raising my eyebrows surprised, I catch Bobby's eye when I respond "Sam?"
"Sorry I-", Sam stumbles as Bobby not so subtly excuses himself from the room "I don't have my phone but I- I just wanted to talk to you."
Pushing aside the sickly feeling in my gut, I lean back in the kitchen chair "I'm just glad you're okay."
"I'm not so sure about that El", Sam reluctantly tells me after a moment. It's quiet before I hear Sam releasing a long and heavy sigh which leaves me on edge "We tracked my steps back to a Gas 'n Sip. The store clerk told us I was smoking up like a chimney. That I came in drunk off my ass and chugged another forty."
"Huh", I raise my eyebrows surprised "Sounds a lot more like Dean then you."
"Not true", I catch Dean muttering in the background.
Ignoring the comment, I ask Sam "Since when have you ever drunk malt liquor?"
"I don't", Sam replies almost immediately. Whilst I quietly think to myself, Sam meekly asks "El please tell me this is some kind of monster screwing with me. That I've not been the person whose going around and-" Sam cuts himself off before he says it. Before he breathes a word of something Dean and I have both thought intently over. That this other part of him hasn't taken over his body and done something Sam would regret.
"Where are you guys heading now?" I wonder in a feeble attempt to indirectly turn around the conversation.
"We've taken the highway Northbound", Sam informs me "By now we're at least two hours outside the town- DEAN TURN!" As I hear the screech of tires, Sam quickly utters "We've gotta go. Call later?"
