[IC; with Robin]

[it's been a few days since Sam has let himself be exposed to the weather. as much as he hates it, his stupid carelessness when it came to the rain left him sick—and truthfully, he still is. but whiskey doesn't mix well with cough medicine, and after procuring a bowl of soup from the mess hall, Sam doesn't return to his fort with Dean.

he heads elsewhere. at first, he considers heading to the library, but he lands at the chapel instead. some part of him remembers Robin's strength from the other day more vividly than anything else, and while he knows that strength can't help him combat a cold, his own actions at the moment are for other reasons.

he steps inside and looks around cautiously for her. it's his first time here since his first days in camp. somehow, it feels all the more ironic]