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Let me fall into you... RP for horsewoman_lana and <lj site="live

Once the shakes had stopped and Sam wasn't going through major symptoms of withdrawal, he planned on keeping his word to Lana. He missed her, and having spent the last month as far from her as he possibly could - sometimes not by his own choice - he just needed to have her there for him.

The world was on it's way to ending, after all. And he wasn't going to waste time.

Which was why on a Friday morning, an Amazon.com box arrived at Lana's office. He had checked to make sure that she was in the office that day, then paid a delivery guy a few bucks to hand deliver it around noon.

In the box was a hex bag, meant to hide the bearer from both demons and angels. Ruby had taught Sam how to make them - her mistake, their gain - and they had a bunch of them made and in the Impala for protection. The one he had sent was strong enough to take her and a good mile in all directions off the radars.

With the bag was a typed note. Keep this on you. Don't open it. Leave work, pack a weekend bag, and follow the map. Reservation for Ms. Lewis. Wait in room. - S.W.

The Impala was waiting out of sight, planing on trailing Lana on her way to the meeting spot, just to make sure she wasn't followed by anyone but them. There was a motel just outside of Bazine, KS. Out of the way along the 96 where no one in their right mind would really go looking for them. And it should have only been a 2-3 hour drive for Lana at most if she did the speed limit.

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Lana had just removed her shoes when the knock came. She tripped over them on the way to the door, but caught her balance before she fell. That's what happened when the world was threatening to end and she hadn't seen her boyfriend for what seemed like an eternity.

As soon as the door was open, she almost tackled him, her arms going around his neck and clinging tight. Not that she didn't care about Dean, but she was pretty oblivious to him at the moment.

Dean didn't hide his smile. He doubted either of them would notice it, smirky suggestion to it and all, but if Sam did? Well. He'd know all the several reasons for it.

Up to and including amusement at how somebody so much tinier could have collected enough momentum to-- never mind. Overall, it was still an approving smirk. Er. Smile.

He waited out the initial burst of clinging, then cleared his throat. (Very original, what?) "Hey, Lana. You look - good." For some reason, 'you look fit' was about to leave a foul taste in his mouth, so he didn't do that. "I, um. Gonna go nextdoor? Holler if you need me. Or call. Or come over. You know." Since he might do his best to ignore some of the hollers that came from the other room. "Or if you want company when you're going out for food." Dean was always up for food.

Sam had known Lana enough now that he was actually prepared for the tackle, so he kept his balance well enough. His arms wrapped around her as well, pulling her in close and just holding her, feeling her arms around him and his around her, and just the presence she had.

He had missed her a lot.

But Sam did catch the smirk as he lowered Lana down a bit and looked at his brother. And he rolled his eyes appropriately. "We'll knock when we go get something to eat. I left you a roll of quarters on the nightstand in the meantime."

His arms didn't leave their spot around her waist.

Roll of quarters? She wasn't going to ask.

She also didn't comment on Dean's smirk. It wasn't too hard to figure out. She had her own smartass sibling, after all. Instead she just smiled at him as she held onto Sam. "See you later, Dean."

Heh. "Thought's appreciated, kiddo." Dean's lips twitched up another notch. "See you later." A beat, and then couldn't help adding, "keep one of those darn things close enough anyhoo?" Meaning the hex bags. Sam would get it, and he knew how important it was. But his big brother had to slip in the reminder before they got too distracted to care. (And he knew about that. Seriously.)

He walked to the next door, unlocked it and grinned before slipping inside the room. "Bed looks in no danger of breaking easily. You two enjoy yourselves!" Then quickly out of sight before Sam found some missile to send his way.

Dean might get to the quarters later. Possibly. But for now, he opened the laptop and stacked up the next set of books to look into. There was plenty enough they didn't know about this fix, and reading up wouldn't come amiss.

So. Dean Winchester was digging into books and research while nextdoor, his brother was about to get up close and personal with a pretty girl.
Somebody out there must have a nice sense of irony.

Irony seemed to love the Winchesters lately. And Sam was nice enough to add a bunch of classic rock to his Itunes should big brother need to have noise to block out other noise.

And he was lucky that Sam's arms were occupied as he ducked into the room. So really, all Sam could do was sigh and give Lana the long suffering look. "See what I have to live with?"

Though Sam was grateful to be "living with" that again. No matter how much he might complain otherwise. For the record.

She nodded. Chloe was just as hard to live with, though she hadn't actually lived with her for a good while now.

"You should smack him for that later." Lana didn't mind anything that Dean had said. That was just Dean and she was comfortable with it. Sam, however...sometimes he could be a bit uptight. Not that she couldn't be too. Just, she was being supportive of his uptightness.

"Nah, he'll get revenge when he turns on my laptop and finds out I set parental controls so he can't crash it again with his porn."

He led her into the room, closing and locking the door behind him. He had already demon proofed the room, but he went to recheck the salt lines before sitting on the edge of the bed. He never once let go of her hand.

"I'm so sorry it's taken me this long to see you again."

When he sat, she straddled his lap. It had sort of become her place, whenever they were alone in a room together.

"It's okay. I know it's going to be like this sometimes, not seeing or hearing from you for undetermined periods of time." And she did. Her heart and body would and did ache for him, but she understood. It was just how things were.

"This... this was different, Lana." He looked up at her. "I did things that I'm not proud of. I became something I never wanted to be."

She frowned a little at him. As much as she'd like to shove him down onto the bed, they obviously needed to talk first.

"What happened?"

"Last time I saw you, Dean was in the hospital and I told you about things I was doing. But I didn't tell you what was really going on."

He took a deep breath, and told her about what he really had been doing with Ruby. About what happened with him and Dean. Why he hadn't been in touch on his birthday. About their fight. About Lilith. Ruby. Lucifer.

By the time he was finished, he couldn't look at her, instead looking at the ground. He felt better in one way - he was trying not to hide things anymore and it felt good to air it out. However it also reminded him of how much of a puppet he had been his whole life, and how he had started the beginning of the end of the world.

"And I don't even know what we can do to fix this. If we can fix this..."

She sat there and listened carefully to everything he had to say. She didn't really know how to respond. Ruby...God, if she weren't already dead, she would want to kill her, and not just for manipulating him either. In a way, she was actually jealous. When he'd stopped texting her, it was because he was trying to get in touch with Ruby, and she knew how addiction worked. Lana probably hadn't even crossed his mind for a while because he needed Ruby.

But she reminded herself it wasn't his fault. He'd made the choice, but he was manipulated, and well. She knew what that felt like. She'd felt stupid, but it was worse for him. On top of that, he had to deal releasing the Devil himself.

She couldn't find the words, so instead she just pulled him into a gentle hug. Words would come later.

He rest his head against her check, just holding her.

"I screwed up, Lana. Big time. I should have listened to Dean. He was trying to protect me and I just... I should have listened."

"I understand why you did what you did," she said softly. "You wanted to keep people safe, keep your family safe. She took advantage of that. Don't beat yourself up for being manipulated."

He looked up at her, laughing sadly. "You're dating a Winchester. It's our default setting."

There was a sad, almost grin before she brushed back some of his hair. Sometimes he reminded her so much of Clark it wasn't funny, not that she'd ever voice it. She was onto that bit of jealousy and wasn't about to encourage it.

"You and Dean will find a way to fix this. I know you will."

~~ooc: they still need that shirtless in the rain man fight~~

"We have to. Otherwise... a lot of people are going to die because of this."

~~[ooc: I just saw that in my head. Stop it.]~~

Lana looked at him with a worried expression. As much as she'd like to say she was worried about the fate of the world, she wasn't. Right now she cared about Sam and all the self-loathing that was brewing in that pretty head of his. She knew 'because of this' was really 'because of me'.

He looked away a moment, and then back at her while pulling her hips a bit closer to him. "That's why Dean and I have to stay low for awhile. Demons and angels are after us right now. It's worse than we thought it would ever get."

She nodded, taking in that information. Though his moving her was a little distracting. How she could get aroused during this conversation was beyond her comprehension.

"So I guess this is probably the last time I'll see you for a while..." A long while most likely.

His hand went up to run along her cheek, just watching her. "I hope not. I just won't be able to promise when or where."

Her eyes closed with his touch. It was so hard to focus on the words, even though they were important to her. If he wasn't catching onto what she was feeling, he was an idiot.

"But I'm going to try, I swear I'm going to."

He stretched his neck a bit to lean up and kiss her gently.

She returned that kiss, of course, but it didn't last as long as he'd probably expected it to.

"I need you, Sam," she whispered desperately. "I need you."

Translation: 'Take me now or I will hurt you.'

Let me fall into you... RP for horsewoman_lana and <lj site="live

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