Broken Winchester on the Doorstep - for horsewoman_lana

[likely_evil]

ooc: Dean referred to here is winchesterjerk, abusedused with permission.

After Dean was out of the hospital, Sam had continued his hovering in the motel as Dean recovered. Asking him every five minutes if he needed something. Wanted something. Finally, around day 2 of this, Dean gave Sam a look and told him that Sam needed to go out and get some air before he suffocated him.

Of course, he threatened to kill Sam if he did so much as scratch the Impala.

Sam decided to take a drive. Fresh air, open road, music on the Ipod that sat in the passenger seat so that he could detach it and not freak Dean out again with it's presence. He didn't have any place really in mind as to where he was going, but as he passed the road sign announcing his arrival in Smallville, Kansas, did Sam recognize his unconscious path.

Finding Lana's place was easy. Walking to her door was a bit harder, and suddenly he just felt the weight of the world on his shoulders because of everything that had been happening and life was spinning out of control and he just needed something.

Something Dean couldn't give him. Something even Ruby couldn't give him. And so he turned to the only other person he knew that could.

He rang the bell, and just stood there, hoping Lana was home and alone. Because otherwise they might witness at very tall man breaking down like a baby in her arms.

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[likely_evil]

He leaned back on the pillows, looking up at her and letting his arm tighten around her waist a bit.

"Yeah. For everything. I just, it's hard sometimes with this life, and everything happening between me and Dean... I didn't realize how much I needed someone to just be there and listen to me for once."

[manorsuperman]

She nodded. "I'm sure it helps that I can understand certain things most people can't."

[likely_evil]

"It does."

He looked at her, a hand running along her cheek. "Would you think I'm crazy if I demon-proof your place before I go? Just so you can be safer?"

[manorsuperman]

She closed her eyes, enjoying his touch. "My boyfriend wants to protect me," she mumbled. "How is that crazy?"

[likely_evil]

"There will be salt lines on all your entrances and exits, and making you a safe room and a trap to get away in case they come in."

[manorsuperman]

"How do you trap a demon?"

[likely_evil]

"There's a devil's trap that can be etched onto most surfaces that will create a binding spell and trap any demon that walks into it."

[manorsuperman]

The word 'spell' made her a little nervous, but she tried not to let it show. "Yeah, okay."

[likely_evil]

"You won't notice a thing. I promise."

[manorsuperman]

"Okay." Still nervous, but she trusted him. If he said it would be fine, it would be. He knew a lot more about this sort of thing than she did.

[likely_evil]

He heard the nervousness in her voice and sat up a bit to really be able to see her. "If you're having second thoughts... we can stop this now..."

He knew that it was impossible to stop it, but he was worried now.

[manorsuperman]

She shook her head. "It's okay, Sam, it really is. I just have bad associations with words like 'spell'."

[likely_evil]

"I know the feeling." A small smirk came to his lips. "So I guess you're never going to be a part of a SPELLing bee again, huh?"

[manorsuperman]

Bad joke. Sooo bad. But she laughed anyway.

[likely_evil]

It disSPELLED the seriousness in the room, which was the purpose of the joke. So he leaned down to kiss her as she laughed.

[manorsuperman]

The laughter stopped as soon as his lips touched hers, replaced by a soft, happy little squeak as she returned it.

[likely_evil]

He smiled in the kiss, pulling her back on top of him for some more special attention now that they had rested a bit.

[manorsuperman]

Lana loves special attention from her special guy.

Of course, by the time that was over, her energy levels were seriously depleted. The girl was almost limp, but oh was it worth it. Satisfied wasn't a strong enough word, not physically or emotionally.

[likely_evil]

His arms were weak, barely able to hold himself over her as he worked to catch his breath.

Lowering his head to kiss her, he shifted his body to lay on the bed beside her, stomach to the mattress and his head turned to look at her. His right arm was across her waist, keeping her close.

He was in a happy exhausted spot, satisfied beyond belief and above all, relaxed.

[manorsuperman]

She lay there, just staring at him, straight into his eyes. She was trying to think of something to say, but nothing. A lazy smile would have to do.

[likely_evil]

He scooted a bit closer and kissed her shoulder. He smiled back, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was so sleepy now.

[manorsuperman]

Her eyes drifted shut, too. "Sam?" she whispered.

[likely_evil]

"Yeah?" he asked, his eyes not opening and his voice barely above a whisper.

[manorsuperman]

"You're the best."

[likely_evil]

He snorted softly, but his sleepy smile grew as he just curled up into her and let his leg wrap around hers as he started to fall asleep.