Genderswapped SPN PSL

[over_identifies]

She was sitting on the hood of the Impala. God only knew what time it was--either really early or really late, didn't really matter--but Sammy couldn't sleep. Every single muscle was sore, but she knew herself well enough to know that wasn't the reason. Hell, she'd slept on broken bones and poorly stitched flesh wounds before. Sure. No problem. She'd slept in infested bedspreads and stretched out across the backseat of the car and, once upon a time, even on a dorm room floor.

No. Her tired and aching body had nothing to do with it.

Sammy was having feelings again. And De, being De, wasn't exactly the outlet she needed right now. Problem was, she didn't have an outlet. She could talk to herself, sure. But that was a sign you were going crazy, right?

Seemed crazy.

But then, maybe she needed to give in to the crazy. A deep breath and a quick look at her life recently was enough to convince her she was surrounded by it. She was tired of swimming upstream. Just...you know...not tired enough to sleep apparently.

"Oh, man," she grumbled, rubbing her face.

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[cherrypie]

Her knuckles were white on the steering wheel as her jaw tightened at that comment.

"Just because dad said it didn't mean I'd do it."

Way to zero in on De's biggest emotional sturggle, Sam. Well, until she'd traded her soul for Sam's life, at least.

"Except you can't Sam. If you unwind this thing, we're back to square one."