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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He licked his lips. "Could you call out sick too? Stay with me?" His puppy eyes were practically begging.

"My captain kinda needs more warning than this," she said, somewhat regretfully.

"Oh. Not like cutting classes when we wanted to just have time away, huh?"

She brushed a few strands of hair from his temple. "No, not like that. Sort of wish it was."

Sam gave her a small smile. "Remember that one time we went to that corn maze and got lost and missed getting back to school before the buses left for home?"

"God, my mom was so pissed." She laughed. "It was great though. I had so much fun."

"Yeah she was. Dean wouldn't even drive up the driveway. I had to walk you the rest of they way. He refused to let her put bullets in the car."

"He loved that car. You were pretty brave walking me to the door. Really impressed me back then."

"Well, it was my fault we missed the bus after all." There was a smile there, wistful. Remembering the passion they had back then. Missing that connection.

"You mom scared the bejesus out of me, but I knew she wouldn't actually kill me. Yell and cause some bruises at best, but she wasn't a murderer."

"Are you still holding that against me?" She raised an eyebrow. "That's a long time, Winchester. Let it go. You enjoyed it too."

Things were always complicated when it came to her mom. "Yeah, sounds like Mom."

A bit of a blush came to Sam's face. "No, I'm not holding it against you."

And he had enjoyed it too. It was his first time getting that far with her - mainly because they got carried away - and it had been nice until they had to stop themselves when they were stumbled upon by a group of kids.

Jo looked smug. "That's what I thought."

She had liked it too, back then it had all been so simple, so easy. They were just two kids with feelings for each other. She almost wished it was that simple now.

Sam licked his lips. There were a lot of reasons Sam wished he could go back to a simpler time.

"You were getting something to eat..." he reminded her.

She was pretty sure she was going to kiss him actually.

"What?"

"You said you were getting something to eat because you were hungry."

He looked away a bit, uncomfortable because he knew what they had, and she was so much better than him now. She didn't need him bringing her down, no matter what he was starting to feel.

"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.

Bad Day on Black Rock - RP for ironknifehunter

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