Sam was resting with his head on his arms, but he wasn't sleeping. No, seriously, he was too afraid of getting poked by Dawn if he let himself fall asleep.
Then he skimmed through the message boards he frequented, laughing at the concerns over the summer's "Plotterdammerung" more than he probably should have.
After Home Ec, Dawn came in with an armful of books and notebooks so she could study for her Artifacts and Government finals. It was just convenient that her seat also gave her a good view of the mostly-healed boyfriend behind the desk whenever she glanced up.
But she didn't stare, because that would be creepy.
If it was Dean that was watching him, Sam would probably be annoyed. But he couldn't feel the same way about Dawn, no matter how much she fretted over him.
"Pretty quiet. Handed in my project, explained about the bucket of miniaturized stakes by the door, so it's all good," she shrugged, "What's up with you? Still studying?"
"Really well, so far. I don't think I discussed things as well as I could have in Ethics, but Anakin seemed to understand when I told him about what happened," Sam said.
"I wish I remembered," Sam said sincerely. "One minute, I was sitting in the dorm, studying, and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor of the church feeling like I got hit by a truck. I don't even remember getting to the clinic. And Anakin was just happy that I was okay. Whatever happened, I think Professor Next was involved, so he was just thankful that neither of us got really badly hurt."
"So, possession, multiple personality disorder, temporary amnesia from the head injury, or a memory spell," Dawn wasn't happy about any of those options, "and I'm thankful you didn't get hurt worse, too."
"Um." Sam looked down a little. "Dean and I think it might have been possession. He said there was something on the radio about a demon...and since I seem to be a magnet for those sorts of things..." He trailed off, sighing.
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