Ran Itoh

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that." (with becomingwind please? :D)

“I hope he is. There’s got to be a way you can get ahold of him when you get there, right?” Ran didn’t realize that it might sound like she was fishing for information, too busy staring into her cup. “I would’ve really liked to meet him.“ One day Sam would go back to his home, and she wouldn’t see him again. She’d be happy for him, of course she would! But it would be terribly sad, too. He’d become a comforting presence in her life.

“I have a general idea of where he’d be,” Sam admitted, chewing his lip. It was really a long shot, though. Who knew if he’d ever see his country again, and Dean wasn’t known for staying in one place for long. Plus, he realized, as he looked at Ran, he wasn’t sure if he’d want to leave if the opportunity arose. Of course, part of him realized how ridiculous that sentiment was. He was a slave here! He wasn’t supposed to be here at all! But Ran… He saw her as a friend, not an owner. 

“A general idea should be enough, right?” No matter how big America was, surely they would be able to find each other… It would be too cruel to think that Sam might get all the way back to his home country but never find his brother again. Ran sipped her tea, ducking her head at the thought that he would have been her friend, even in a different lifetime. “Thank you, Sam. I know I would have liked you, too. I’m really, really glad that you’re my friend.”

Ran looked back at him quizzically. “No, they won’t be happy at all - not Mom anyway. But in the end it’s just a matter of money, and for my mother it’s a matter of pride. ...It’s not like she’ll beat me or anything!” Though certainly she’d be punished somehow, but Ran wouldn’t worry Sam with that if she could help it.

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that." (with becomingwind please? :D)

“I hope he is. There’s got to be a way you can get ahold of him when you get there, right?” Ran didn’t realize that it might sound like she was fishing for information, too busy staring into her cup. “I would’ve really liked to meet him.“ One day Sam would go back to his home, and she wouldn’t see him again. She’d be happy for him, of course she would! But it would be terribly sad, too. He’d become a comforting presence in her life.

“I have a general idea of where he’d be,” Sam admitted, chewing his lip. It was really a long shot, though. Who knew if he’d ever see his country again, and Dean wasn’t known for staying in one place for long. Plus, he realized, as he looked at Ran, he wasn’t sure if he’d want to leave if the opportunity arose. Of course, part of him realized how ridiculous that sentiment was. He was a slave here! He wasn’t supposed to be here at all! But Ran… He saw her as a friend, not an owner. 

“A general idea should be enough, right?” No matter how big America was, surely they would be able to find each other... It would be too cruel to think that Sam might get all the way back to his home country but never find his brother again. Ran sipped her tea, ducking her head at the thought that he would have been her friend, even in a different lifetime. “Thank you, Sam. I know I would have liked you, too. I’m really, really glad that you’re my friend.”

Open// Sam

“You saw that one, didn’t you?” Or he’d noticed it, which might not be quite the same thing. “They’re... they’re lumps with arms and masks, most of the time. Those are Mayas, weak ones. You should always run if it has a real shape, like a table or a...” Ran trailed off, looking past Sam with an expression of grim determination; she drew the brass-handled knives from the belt around her hips. "...a person.”

Open// Sam

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that." (with becomingwind please? :D)

“I hope he is. There’s got to be a way you can get ahold of him when you get there, right?” Ran didn’t realize that it might sound like she was fishing for information, too busy staring into her cup. “I would’ve really liked to meet him." One day Sam would go back to his home, and she wouldn’t see him again. She’d be happy for him, of course she would! But it would be terribly sad, too. He’d become a comforting presence in her life.

‘Can you hear me?’ (with becomingwind please? I hope this is okay, I couldn't see a rules page on your tumblr)

If Ran had come with an instruction manual, one of the warnings would have been ‘May burst into tears at any time for no apparent reason. Do not let her watch sad movies or videos of baby animals’.  

‘Can you hear me?’ (with becomingwind please? I hope this is okay, I couldn't see a rules page on your tumblr)

Ran could be patient, but she definitely wouldn’t want to sit and fidget while Dean pushed buttons. “No, it’s a good plan,” she murmured, brushing her hair back. “I’m pretty sure Hinata is safe where she is. If we bring her with us and neither of us can use our powers, we’re just putting her in danger. But as soon as I’m back at full strength again, we’re going to rescue her.”

Assuming that all went well - which Dean supposed was a bit of a stretch considering the current situation - they had a plan. That was good, it was definitely a step up from when he’d woken up. A lot was still up to chance, but he decided not to think about that - no, he was going to get himself and these two sisters out of that place. Pushing any doubts he might have about this plan to the back of his mind, Dean nodded slightly.

Huge, neon-colored and blinking… that’s how Ran would have designed them, definitely. She searched the countertops and opened drawers as quietly as possible. People always kept things in drawers, right? So she never even looked up at the wall.

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that." (with becomingwind please? :D)

“Shhh, it’s gonna be all right,” Ran murmured, holding him safe against her body. She didn’t have any idea why Sam had crashed into her room only half-awake, but there was no way she could just make him go back to his own room when he was like this. “It’s okay, Sam, just breathe,” she hummed, cradling him against her chest the way a mother might. “You’re okay, I’m okay.”

Sam slowly shook himself to a stop, sniffling softly into Ran’s shirt. He sighed, whining softly as he slowly moved to wipe his eyes and give her an embarrassed look. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, wiping his eyes again. “Really. I- I uh… Dunno what came over me, honestly…” 

“Hey, no, it’s okay,” she hastened to reassure him. Things hadn’t been easy for him at ALL, even though Ran and her sisters had tried - were still trying - to make him feel at home. “People get tired and stressed and it all comes out eventually. Don’t feel bad about it, okay Sam? It’s normal.” It was all her fault.

“Thank you,” Sam murmured, offering Ran a small smile. He knew it wasn’t her fault, his problems. As much as he’d loved to put the blame on her and her family, they weren’t to blame for his current situation. It could have been so much worse for him if a crueler family had won at the auction. Ran and her sisters were sweet to him, eager to try and help him adjust, even if he couldn’t help but dream of finding his old life again. 

It was good that Sam was kind and patient with her. Ran was still teaching herself to pick herself back up, how to smile, how to do more than just exist. Whenever she wanted to give up and go back to the attic window, she clenched her jaw ‘til it hurt and went on with her life. She had to be strong for Sam, right?

“I’m alright,” Sam murmured, offering her a smile as he waited for her to sit. “Thank you, though…” He looked around the kitchen, taking in the familiar setting. It reminded him of the home that Dean had always fantasized about, only talking about when he was drunk or high on some drug from their latest necessary hospital visit. It was safe and clean and warm… Everything they’d never had. 

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that." (with becomingwind please? :D)

“Shhh, it’s gonna be all right,” Ran murmured, holding him safe against her body. She didn’t have any idea why Sam had crashed into her room only half-awake, but there was no way she could just make him go back to his own room when he was like this. “It’s okay, Sam, just breathe,” she hummed, cradling him against her chest the way a mother might. “You’re okay, I’m okay.”

Sam slowly shook himself to a stop, sniffling softly into Ran’s shirt. He sighed, whining softly as he slowly moved to wipe his eyes and give her an embarrassed look. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, wiping his eyes again. “Really. I- I uh… Dunno what came over me, honestly…” 

“Hey, no, it’s okay,” she hastened to reassure him. Things hadn’t been easy for him at ALL, even though Ran and her sisters had tried - were still trying - to make him feel at home. “People get tired and stressed and it all comes out eventually. Don’t feel bad about it, okay Sam? It’s normal.” It was all her fault.

“Thank you,” Sam murmured, offering Ran a small smile. He knew it wasn’t her fault, his problems. As much as he’d loved to put the blame on her and her family, they weren’t to blame for his current situation. It could have been so much worse for him if a crueler family had won at the auction. Ran and her sisters were sweet to him, eager to try and help him adjust, even if he couldn’t help but dream of finding his old life again. 

It was good that Sam was kind and patient with her. Ran was still teaching herself to pick herself back up, how to smile, how to do more than just exist. Whenever she wanted to give up and go back to the attic window, she clenched her jaw ‘til it hurt and went on with her life. She had to be strong for Sam, right?

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"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that." (with becomingwind please? :D)

“Shhh, it’s gonna be all right,” Ran murmured, holding him safe against her body. She didn’t have any idea why Sam had crashed into her room only half-awake, but there was no way she could just make him go back to his own room when he was like this. “It’s okay, Sam, just breathe,” she hummed, cradling him against her chest the way a mother might. “You’re okay, I’m okay.”

Sam slowly shook himself to a stop, sniffling softly into Ran’s shirt. He sighed, whining softly as he slowly moved to wipe his eyes and give her an embarrassed look. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, wiping his eyes again. “Really. I- I uh… Dunno what came over me, honestly…” 

“Hey, no, it’s okay,” she hastened to reassure him. Things hadn’t been easy for him at ALL, even though Ran and her sisters had tried - were still trying - to make him feel at home. “People get tired and stressed and it all comes out eventually. Don’t feel bad about it, okay Sam? It’s normal.” It was all her fault.