This is a thread in which other players can poke me if they need to draw my attention to a thread in their own journal or another community that I perhaps haven't come across in my travels. I don't check everyday so unless I know from playing in another thread with you I may not notice Sam's presence is requested. =o)

Feel free to poke this thread at anytime and I'll get email notification.

It can also be used if you want to go over plotty goodness with me without doing it ooc in a thread. Not that I mind OOC in threads, just giving you the option.

Hopefully I've figured out how to have this post "Always on top" for your convenience. I've cross-posted this to Dean's journal as well, also for your convenience if you should need to contact either character.

Sam and Dean hadn't been seen for a few days, in fact, Dean had missed a date with Jubilee and that wasn't something that was usual. Sam and Dean had written and left letters in their apartment in case something had gone wrong on this latest trip. They hadn't told anyone that this could be their most dangerous case not to their lives, but to their ability to travel to the nexus. They had gone up against a dimension shifter and lost. They had gotten away with their lives but their PINpoints had been destroyed and the shifter had called upon higher powers to lock their dimension up tighter than a drum just so that Sam and Dean couldn't call for reinforcements.

The letters were generalized for the most part, telling their friends that they would miss them dearly if they didn't come back and they would be there if they could but circumstances said otherwise. Personalized letters to Jubilee, Harley and April stated the brothers true feelings about how much they loved them and would never forget them. The letters could easily be found on the kitchen table of the apartment for anyone who happened to investigate the apartment.

I've been thinking about this for awhile and I think I'm going to have to quit RP. I just don't have the time for it anymore and the interest has waned to almost nothing. Not the interest in the folks I play with because you're all amazing, but the interest in writing these characters anymore. I'm kinf of at a loss and I'm SO busy with work, the new relationship and MUCH more exercise and more time out of the house due to my surgery. I'm unsure what to do with Sam and Dean. I could always kill them off, have a spell backfire or something but I'm also perfectly willing to hand them over as NPCs to anyone who wants to keep them around as part of their lives and then they can just shuffle them out of their lives/RP whenever and however they see fit. I'm going to finish the threads I'm in but then I think I'm going to have to take a final bow.

Suggestions anyone? I don't want to leave anyone screwed by my departure but the time has about come to move on to other things.

I have LOVED playing with ALL of you.

Surgery is complete and I'm at home. No complications. I hurt... a lot, and it hurts to breathe, but I'm alive. Just a quick note as I'm very sore and very tired.

I haven't been around in a bit, been kinda busy and haven't really felt like being creative and haven't had any time for or interest in RP what with the lameassness of my schedule and lack of REAL free time. Work has been sucktacular. I'm on vacation for two weeks starting today and I'll be spending all of it with my lady so I'll have zero time to be online because I don't want to lose a second with her. Immediately after my vacation (( I can't thank the fates enough for this one..) I have my surgery re-scheduled so unless it's canceled again I'll be gone for another couple weeks unless I recover quickly and feel like I can sit at a computer and type comfortably. Because Sam and Dean are a big part of some people's lives, I kinda feel bad not being around but I assure you if it puts any kinks in anyones plans or style, feel free to move on without them and they'll deal with how they feel about it when/if I eventually return. I haven't decided what to do with them because everytime I try to make a plan to do something with them while i'm gone, my surgery gets cancelled so just consider them either very busy or incommunicado. Be well and hope to see you when I get back

Sam sighed as he walked through the graveyard. He didn't like it here any more than Dean did but at least he could honor his mothers memory even if his ignorant brother wouldn't come along. Unfortunately Sam didn't have much memory of her at all as she died when he was still an infant. He found the stone and knelt down. "Hi mom." he said, feeling a bit stupid, knowing that there was nothing left of her to be buried so he was just talking to a stone. "It's Sam. I hope wherever you are, you're having a good mother's day."

He noticed some flowers beside the head stone as he set down his own bouquet. "Wonder who these are from." he said as he picked them up and sniffed them. He sneezed. "Wow.. a lot of pollen." he said as he brushed white dust from his nose and lay the flowers back down.

"We love you mom." he said as he stood up. He stayed there a few minutes in silent thought until his hands and feet started to feel heavy. "What the.." he mumbled as his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell forward in dead weight, cracking his head against the tombstone. He was out cold before he even hit the ground.

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Sam's head was splitting in pain as his eyes slowly opened. He felt cold water dripping on his head and his hands and feet were tied so tight they felt numb.

"Finally awake hmm?" says a cool female voice with a british accent. "About time. I suppose the crack on the noggin didn't help much hmm? I wasn't expecting that, I was certain the drugged flowers would be enough." The voice came from the shadows of what Sam was certain was a basement.

"Who are you?" asked Sam, peering through the darkness and the caked on blood around his eyelid that had trickled from his split forehead.

"That doesn't really matter does it? All you need to know is that you're very predictable and your brother has quite a price on his head. A price I plan to collect. I was hoping he'd come back to Lawrence with you but having you will do just a nicely." said the voice.

"You're kidding yourself. Dean's not going to walk into a trap for me. We're smarter than that." spat Sam

"He doesn't even know you're missing yet. I plan on letting him stew for a couple days, wonder where you are, then make him an offer." she said

"How stupid do you think we are?" Sam asked.

"Stupid enough to get captured." she said, stepping out of the shadows. She was still completely hidden in a long dark hooded cloak. She leaned in very close to Sam's face so all he could see was well painted, ruby red lips in the light. "Goodnight Sam." she said as she held up her fist in front of her face, opened her palm and blew a handful of white dust into Sam's face as the world went black again.

We're home and another lady in white put to rest. Dean's working on banging a couple dents out of the Impala and I'm nursing my head. I would have thought my forehead would be much harder than the dashboard but apparently not so. Hope the gash doesn't scar, last thing I need is Dean calling me Harry Potter. In our line of work there's no time for seatbelts.

Sorry to the folks that I may have made plans with for my birthday today, but unfortunately duty calls and I'll have to catch up when I get back. Dean and I have caught wind of a highway haunting. Sounds like it might be a lady in white. We've dealt with one before but doesn't make the job any easier. We'll be on the road for the next few days but I'll have my PINpoint on to take messages. Hopefully we can take care of this before anyone else dies.



((Out of town to visit my lady for the weekend. Will reply when I can))

Sam sat at his computer, flipping idly from webpage to webpage. The house was quiet without April around and Sam was kinda bored. He checked out www.comingsoon.net, he hadn't seen a movie in awhile. "Huh... Ironman comes out on my birthday, that might be cool." he mumbled to himself.

He turned off his computer and sat on the couch, pulling his gun out from the back of his jeans, he had spent the morning at a shooting range. Since he hadn't hunted with Dean for awhile, he didn't want to get out of practice. He unloaded the clip and started to clean his gun, trying to figure out what else to do with himself today.

Get ten random numbers between one and one hundred from here, and use those to ask me ten questions from this list. Ask away and I'll try to answer.

1. Wash April's laundry when she's down for a nap

2. Make some more rock salt rounds. We're getting low

3. Go shopping for more baby toys to have around for April. Sturdy stuff that Hope can play with too if I ever babysit. See if Ali is available to come with.

4. Think about asking Harley on a REAL date when things calm down for her

5. Pick up a toy for Nikki's kitten as a surprise. Something she can carry around with her to amuse herself and Kitt with.

6. Think about apologizing to Dean for punching him in the face. Maybe he'll apologize first for being an asshole.

7. Call Bobby and thank him for working with Dean while I look after my favorite baby.

8. Buy myself "father figure of the year" mug for having heart to heart with adult April

Sam looked miserable as he made up the crib with clean sheets and cleaned his room so it would be perfect for April. Crossing back out through the living room Dean looked up. "You alright Captain Emo?" he smirked.

Sam didn't smirk back, in fact he didn't find Dean's comments cute at all right now. He stopped mid-step. "If Jubilee just lost someone she loved would you look happy?" he snapped. Dean hardly even got his mouth open to answer when Sam continued. "Person you're falling in love with loses another person she's in love with and you can't even visit to comfort her and you sit alone wondering if she'll be alright and what she's going through and feeling completely useless because you're of absolutely no comfort. Does that sound funny to you Dean?" Sam snapped again. "You might act all mister Joe Cool but you know damned well you couldn't handle it."

"Watch your mouth Sam." Dean growled standing up. "You need to back off. You think you're in love with this chick and you just barely met. She has a husband she just lost, she can't possibly love y.." Sam swung and punched Dean across the mouth. It hurt but it surprised him more than anything.

"Fuck you Dean. You're not clairvoyant, you don't know how she can or can't feel any more than I do." Sam spit.

Dean rubbed his jaw. "You're lucky you're my brother and an emotional basket case right now or I'd kick your skinny ass all over this apartment.

"Is that what you want to do Dean? I've got time before April gets here, be my guest." Sam said firmly, setting his jaw and not backing down.

Dean glared at him for a long moment with a steely gaze before picking up the keys to the Impala, grabbing his coat and leaving the apartment with a slam of the door.

We're back. That was rough. We're fine, very little harm done. I think right now we just need a couple beer and relaxation time with the people we care about. Feel free to drop by. There's beer in the fridge and we can order pizza.

((After 5 hours with an IV in my hand, surgery was cancelled due to an emergency. So I'm back. I don't have a new date yet so it's all up in the air and I'll let everyone know when I'm about to disappear for real))

((Sorry to spam anyone's friend pages but I thought I should post this for both Sam AND Dean so that anyone not on the others friend list can see it))

Dean and Sam had been hunting the thing all day but with no luck. "Come on Sam, might as well pick up the trail tomorrow." Dean grumbles. "Let's go home"

Sam nods at him. "Weird how wherever we think it is it always seems to be somewhere else."

They return to the Impala and enter co-ordinates for home. The PINpoint doesn't work. Dean looks to Sam. "Is yours working?" Sam tries his. "No..." he goes quiet for a second.

"I know that look Sam." says Dean.

"Maybe it's always somewhere else because it deals with time and space..." Sam replies.

"So what's that mean?" Dean asks.

"Maybe it's keeping us here by manipulating time and space in our world, making the PINpoints malfunction.... Dean, maybe it's hunting us"

"Shit..." Dean grumbles. "See if the messaging system still works on the PINpoint, looks like we're stuck here til we find and off this bitch."

Sam types in a message to be broadcast in text to everyone on his and Dean's contact lists.

"Dear.. everyone. Dean and I are stuck in our own dimension temporarily. We seem to be hunting something that manipulates time and space which means we can't PINpoint out and likely no one can PINpoint IN either. We know what we're doing, so don't worry about us. We'll be home as soon as we possibly can. Harley, take good care of April. I'm going to miss you both. If Jubilee happens to come back while we're gone and anyone sees her, please tell her for Dean that he loves her very much."

Sam shows the message to Dean who nods in approval. Sam presses send and with luck, PINpoints all over the place should be going off carrying their message.


((OOC: Posting this now as the next few days are going to be INSANE for me as I prepare for surgery on Friday and I won't be around as much. I'm going to try over the next few days to keep up with the threads that Sam and Dean are already involved in but I don't want to start any new ones because I don't want to be a lackluster player and not be able to devote my full attention to you guys. Jubes-mun, I hope you don't mind Jubilee waiting a little longer for a reunion with Dean, I just want to be able to give it my full attention, so we'll do it when I get home from the hospital and am feeling a bit better k? =o) If anyone wants to reply to this post receiving the message or posting a link here if you give Jubes the message so I can read that would be super-kewl. =o) Thanks everyone!))

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- Without Sam, it will be _____.
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Well that's not bad!

Not that you get to see her much in this video game trailer, but Harley is still hot even when she's made out of Lego.

Go figure....




And did you see Catwoman? I didn't think it was possible for LEGO people to wiggle like that!



((OMG I want this game so bad. And scarily enough, it almost makes me want to make a LEGO Batman or Robin pup))

Why do I get the feeling if Dean ever takes care of April, this will be the music that's played?




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I really gotta steal his credit card before he orders this abomination.

THUD!

Sam's head clunked on the floor as he finally fell out of his chair. "Son of a.." he groaned sleepily, looking around wondering where he was. He looked up at his laptop on the table and at the toppled chair. He wiped the drool from his chin, he must have fallen asleep doing research on the Phoenix Gate for Dean. He had been up almost all night. He picked himself up off the floor and peered at his laptop. He had used all the information he gathered and had programmed a simple algorithm to see if it could determine when and where the gate would open next. The algorithm had come up inconclusive, he simply didn't have enough data and had exhausted every possibility he could think of. Geekboy had failed.

"Dean must still be asleep." he said to himself, concerned about whether his brother had gotten ANY sleep at all. He knew how much Jubilee meant to him as he had never seen his brother this happy in a long long time. Sam decided he would wait and deliver the bad news later on. He closed his laptop and went to brush his teeth. Morning breath was a killer. Sam sat on the couch and lounged, drifting in and out of light cat naps and hoped his friends were having a better day than he was.


((Open to any friends that want to visit or get Sammy out of the apartment.))