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“Is there any way I can help?”
Sam blinks. “What do you mean?”
“Well, sometimes you get like this. You act all squirrely about stuff. I figure it has something to do with your…” Dean trails off, making a vague gesture. “Y’know.”
“Autism?” Sam supplies.
“Yeah.”
“You can say it. It’s not a bad word.”
“No, I know, it’s just—” Dean exhales, swapping hands once again, something he only does when he’s caught on the wrong foot. Or avoiding something. “I see you get wide-eyed and I don’t know what to do. I used to know but… well, like you said. You’re not twelve anymore.” He clears his throat. “I wanna know if there’s anything I can do to make it better, I guess.”
Or: Sam and Dean hunt a Russian cryptid. Maybe it's the stress, or the heat, but Sam feels well out of his element. Thankfully, Dean's there, and he can still recognize the signs.
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29 Aug 2026
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“Don’t! Rafe, don’t.” Sam’s body vibrates with the demand. He pulls Nathan further under him, concealing his torso and cradling his head. Vital areas. “Rafe—“
Rafe sounds annoyed. “Sam, move before I make you.”
“I will throw us both off this cliff and you’ll be left with neither of us. You can forget all about Avery’s treasure.”
Or: Nathan doesn't fall over the cliff side when Sam’s lie is uncovered. With Rafe deciding to hold them both hostage to find Avery's treasure, they're forced to work together and eventually reconcile.
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27 Apr 2025
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Whilst on a field mission with the Drifter, Eleanor (and by extension the rest of the Hex) see just how 'potent' the Drifter's arsenal is.
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- Part 2 of Patron to the Void
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23 Feb 2025
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When you turn, your Operator is there, kneeling in front of the Komi board-- you hadn't noticed them come in. Ordis did not welcome them back from a mission either. Perhaps you were lost in thought. Nimble fingers pluck at the stones and set them to the side, readying the playing board. Your Operator smiles, and gestures to you with an open hand.
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20 Feb 2025
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“Nathan.” Sam kneels down in front of him. “Hey, look at me.”
Nathan obeys. Sam’s bloodied hand —Nathan’s blood, on him, jesus— holds awkwardly out in front of himself. He darts from that to Sam’s face, which is contorted into a fully blossoming worry now.
“I— uh— I think I might’ve hit my head on the way down,” Nathan says.
“You think?” Sam laughs a little, the anxiety thick in his voice.
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“Pleasure doing business with you?” Nate calls to their backs.
Omar glances over his shoulder. “With you Drakes? Absolutely not.”
The three of them turn around the bend, their shadows slowly shrinking against the street lights before dissipating. Sam waits a couple moments to ensure they’re not coming back before holstering the gun. He releases a long breath and relaxes his shoulders, only just realizing how tense he was.
Or: In November of 2015, Scotland, Nathan Drake takes a heavy hit to the head during the escape from St. Dismas Cathedral. In July of 1988, Cuenca, Ecuador, Samuel Drake and his little brother walk right into a trap.
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17 Oct 2024