likely_evil | Bad Day on Black Rock - RP for ironknifehunter

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Bad Day on Black Rock - RP for ironknifehunter

It started when, as Cas was getting ready to leave for work, he told Sam that Dean was getting released from the hospital that afternoon. There was a question on that, a look at Sam lowered his head from and ignored.

When are you going to go back and see him, Sam?

He could hear their voices in his head as he worked on the house that day. Jo, Cas, even Pam wanting to know when Sam was going to see his brother. Ever since Dean had woken up, Sam avoided the hospital like the plague. All because he was afraid to face him.

The voices started to get to him, and Sam found his way into the medicine cabinet to get something to get rid of his headache. As the hours went, the pain didn't stop and Sam went back to find something stronger.

That evening, then would find Sam stoned off the pills from an old bottle of codeine, passed out on the bathroom floor because it was cool and felt good on his face. But the voices were gone, and his head wasn't hurting anymore. That was all that mattered to him.

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"Oh, right."

Maybe she had been wrong about the whole wanting her to kiss him. She tried hard not to feel disappointed about that. She sat up and looked around, like she'd forgotten about where she was for a moment.

When she was up, he just laid back down in her warm spot, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Sandalwood, leather and gunpowder. That was what he registered as her, and it was comforting as he wrapped the blanket around him tightly.

Jo went to the kitchen to make herself some dinner and sighed at Ford. "Yeah, yeah, moving too fast. I know."

By the time she would come back, Sam would be fast asleep again, hugging a pillow she had been sitting against and a small smile on his face as his nose was half buried in it.

Jo sighed and tucked him in a little more before going to bed.

He managed to stay there for about two hours, then it started to get cold and he woke up, sneezing. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, and it was dark. And while normally he didn't mind, he just wasn't really wanting to be alone in the dark.

He realized that he was still wearing his sweaty clothes from the day and he went to the bathroom to strip out of them, putting on a pair of sweatpants. Looking in the mirror, he could see those parts of him still boney and sickly and he quickly wrapped the blanket around him.

"Ford?" he called softly, looking for the puppy. Maybe he could sleep with the puppy with him. But he figured that the dog was in Jo's room, and finally he went to her door and knocked.

"Jo? Are you sleeping?"

She had been, but someone knocking on her door woke her up fast. That her first instinct was to go for her gun probably spoke to a deeper psychological problem she didn't want to deal with.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm awake," she said, running a hand through her hair. "Something wrong, Sam?"

He cracked the door open and stuck his head in.

"I know this is going to sound childish... but can I sleep in here tonight? I don't want to be alone in the dark..."

Or alone period. But that was another issue.

Childish? No, it didn't sound childish to Jo. It sounded like something anyone would want after what he'd been through.

"Yeah, sure, come on in. Just watch for Ford, he likes sleeping at the foot."

Sam snuck in, the blanket still around his shoulders. He was careful to avoid the foot of the bed because he didn't want to take away Ford's space, and found the part of the bed that Jo wasn't sleeping on and curled up on it.

Not trying to steal her covers. making sure she had enough room. Just wanting to know there was someone else nearby so he could sleep better.

It was a little different having someone in bed with her. Usually she didn't like guys stay if she ever brought them over. She did her best to settled back into a comfortable position and go back to sleep.

Sam tried to as well, but as he slept he couldn't stay all that curled up and sprawled just a bit. Eventually his feet invaded a bit of Ford's area as he rolled onto his stomach.

In her sleep, Jo adjusted for Sam's sprawl but tucking herself around him. She liked the warmth.

As the night went on, Sam shifted more to tuck into Jo's embrace, and the comfort kept the nightmares away so he got the first night of good, deep sleep in a long time.

That was fine with Jo. She liked sprawling around on a bed with Sam.

It wasn't until the sunlight hit his eyes did Sam wake up a bit, and realize where he was. He felt Jo holding him and knew he should move away, but he didn't. He was selfish and closed his eyes, snuggling closer to just have this until she woke up and pushed him away.

Morning was annoying. Jo didn't like mornings. She woke because her alarm clock finally went off and grumbled about untangling herself from Sam and slamming it off. Then she flopped back onto the bed to spend another few minutes dozing before actually getting up.

Sam turned a bit, watching her doze before she got up. He would need to get up too, even if he was going to take the day off from Cas'.

"I can try and make breakfast?" he offered.

Oh, breakfast. Her stomach liked that idea. Well, it looked like she was getting up after all. She sighed and sat up.

"You mind if I shower while you cook?"

It may not like the idea after Sam tries to cook it.

"Sure. I'm not going anywhere today. I can shower later. Want me to walk Ford too?"

"That'd be great." She grinned at him. "You're amazing Sam."

She leaned over and kissed his cheek before bounding out of bed to head for the shower.

He rubbed his cheek, smiling to himself before looking at the sleepy puppy. "You ready for a walk, buddy?"

Tossing a sweatshirt and sneakers on, Sam took Ford for a long walk and then fed him when they got back. The shower was still going, so he turned to the cabinets and fridge and started to see if there was anything to cook with. He could make easy things as long as he had instructions on the boxes.

Finding a box of pancake mix, Sam made sure he had everything he needed before starting to put the mix together and use the frying pan to cook them up - 3 pancakes at a time.

Once she was awake, Jo actually became pretty efficient. She got through her shower, got dressed, put her holster and gun on, then her badge on her hip. She was ready for another day of kicking bad guy ass.

She strolled into the kitchen and sniffed. "Are those pancakes?"

"Or something closely resembling them." Sam had a plate of 4 ready for her, since the package only made eight. There was syrup, butter and the coffee was made.

The coffee at least he knew was right. He was good at making coffee.

"Man, I'm going to like having you around." She grinned, grabbing the plate.

Bad Day on Black Rock - RP for ironknifehunter

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