Sid-er-eus ~ Latin
Heavenly; Starry; Star-like
Stars are holes in the universe; the light of heaven coming from the other side.
Book Two in the Solivagant Series.
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"Papa is awaiting the arrival of company Delta, Bravo, Sierra and Echo at 0-800 hours. You copy that Top Gun?"
"Cute. NATO. Yeah that's really cute."
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3 Months Earlier. "You mind not throwing that book?" I passively suggest in my childhood bedroom which I've quickly turned into a messy study within Bobby's house of hoarded objects. Lowering the artifact I'd been tinkering with, I lift my gaze across the room "Alexander the Third of Macedon wouldn't be pleased if I wreck it after two thousand years because I loaned it out to your stupid man hands."
Dragging his now free hands down his tried frustrated face Sam doesn't make a move to grab the book when he gets up. Instead he surprises me by waltzing right through my ancestors occult stockpile and right out the room. I'd let him go clear his head like I normally would for the past month. But hearing the sound of a zipper gets me worried. Placing down the occult object I stumble to my feet, Sam almost bowling me over in his hurry towards the door "I'm going, Eleanor."
Running my hand through my hair I spin on my feet, "Sure. Let me just grab my jacket-"
"No- El- you're not understanding me" Sam abrasively cuts me off. I slow my feet from wandering further into the house. Lowering my hand which had been raised behind me I feel myself growing small under his frustrated gaze. Duffle over his shoulder, Sam sharply says "I'm going. I'm leaving."
For a moment I'm not really sure how to react. Sam's words are coming out harshly but from the way he's shifting his weight, I know Sam doesn't feel great about what he's trying to say. My lips parting I ask hopefully "For... for a couple days?" Sam averting his gaze, I push "Like a... a week?"
When Sam shakes his head staring at the wall I feel my heart sinking. Brows pinching and knuckles turning white around his duffle handles, Sam meekly tells me "I don't know. But I gotta go get Dean back. I gotta find a way-"
"I thought that's what we've been trying to do for the past four weeks Sam", I wave my hand back down the corridor in Bobby's home, passing the moonlight seeping through the windows as I dart after Sam "We can get him back- I know it- but we have to stick together Sam-"
