And the verdict is in... rp for ironknifehunter

[likely_evil]

Sam came back from the doctors, the envelope from the blood lab tossed onto the counter as the puppy ran to try and tackle him to the ground. Usually Sam was careful on playing rough with Ford, but today he got down on his knees and played with him, play fighting and boxing until the puppy was exhausted and just wagging his tail and licking Sam's face.

"Alright kiddo, we're going to make a deal. I'm gonna take you on a really long walk, and then you're going to pass out on the couch for the rest of the night and leave Mommy and me alone. That work for you?"

Ford barked an affirmative, and Sam smiled. "Alright. Let me change into my jogging clothes and call Dean and Cas, then we're on our way."

He called both men and let them know how his blood tests had turned out. It was six months now since Dean had saved his sorry ass little brother, and while the doctor was still wanting him to gain more muscle and weight, he looked much better. His bones had a bit of padding around them now, and there was a bit of definition along his chest and a tiny soft stomach.

And the best news of course was that the drugs had worked their course, and the hep was gone. His doctor wanted him to take a different pill for another month just to make sure it was not just in remission, but as of that afternoon, he was no longer infectious.

That opened up a lot of new possibilities for Sam. He could now look for a job and not worry about getting anyone sick or have people look at him and just "know" he was a recovering addict. He was hoping to maybe talk to Captain Singer and see if there was something at the precinct he could do to help as a civilian. He knew Jo and Cas would put in good words for him.

But right now, he was thinking of the very immediate possibility that had been slowly coming to a boil for months now between him and Jo. They both knew what they wanted, and it wasn't like they were running into this - three months of frustration had given Sam too many cold showers than he wanted to admit. Tonight, however, that was going to change.

The jog with Ford went on for almost an hour, and he knew it was almost time for her to come home. He knew if he had called her at work, she would have come running. And while he wouldn't have minded, he needed the time to prepare.

So when Jo would get home, there was a pizza waiting along with a bottle of sparkling cider and two glasses. And in front of it was the envelope with his results, waiting for her to read it while he took a quick shower to get the sweat off him from the jog.

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[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

She scowled at him, "You're smart and evil."

She was going to get back at him for this. Later and a lot.

[likely_evil]

"Well, I was going to be a lawyer. This skill are essentials in that field."

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"You would make a great one."

[likely_evil]

"I don't think it'd work anymore." He bit his lip and looked at the ground. "You kinda lose credit and respectability from that field when you drop out to become a drug dealer."

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"Hey," she reached out and ran her hand over his arm. "You're going to find something new, something better, Sam. You made it this far. There's no stopping you now."

[likely_evil]

"Yeah, I know. Was actually playing around with the idea of talking to Captain Singer and seeing if maybe there's a civilian job for the other Winchester brother." He rubbed his neck.

"Unless of course, you'd rather me not work there, which I'd totally get. Might get distracting."

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"There's always filing to be done. He could probably do something for you."

But she stuck her tongue out at him for the distracting comment. "I only spend a lot of time in the office at the beginning and end of my shift. I'll be fine."

"Distracting," she snorted. "Yeah, right."

[likely_evil]

"It'd be nice being with everyone. Kinda like a family business."

He chuckled. "Uh huh. Sure. Like I don't distract you at all."

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

Once or twice. Maybe. She wasn't going to admit it though.

"Nope, not at all."

Of course, if he wanted to try she wasn't going to stop him.

[likely_evil]

"Oh well. I guess then you were just all talk after all."

He went to go put the pizza into the fridge. "If I don't distract you, I guess it means you really don't need anything from me at all."

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

She rolled her eyes. Of course, he was just kidding and she knew it. He was lucky he was cute.

She jumped down from the counter, waited until he had put the pizza away and was no longer distracted by the task. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled herself up to kiss him long and slow.

[likely_evil]

He smiled into the kiss, his hands sliding down to her hips to pull her up a bit more before he just decided it was easier to pick her up and put her back on the counter so they were more on the same level.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"You're too tall sometimes," she muttered between kisses. She looped her arms around his neck, which was much easier now that they were equal height.

[likely_evil]

"I ate my wheaties as a kid," he muttered, his kisses getting a bit harder as his fingers pressed into her hips, pulling her a bit closer towards the edge and against his body.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"And everyone else's too." She pulled herself straight to the edge and wrapped a leg around him to pull him as close as possible.

[likely_evil]

He groaned at the contact and moved to kiss her neck, his hands sliding to run along her legs.

"You still pissed about that? That was twenty years ago..." he muttered between kisses.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

She tipped her head to the side so he had plenty of room to keep kissing her neck. She slid a hand into his hair and hummed happily. Man, this felt good.

"I was hungry," she wiggled closer, not that there was much room to get closer.

[likely_evil]

Her wiggling was going to drive him crazy, but for the first time he knew that he could do something about it. But he didn't want to rush this. He wanted this first time between them to be right, and not like what they had been building up to when they were days from the prom.

"And what about right now, huh? What are you feeling now?"

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

"Like we should be doing this in bed."

Or the couch. Either one would have worked for Jo. She really wanted this with less clothes.

[likely_evil]

Sam grinned and guided her legs to wrap around his waist, then he picked her up into his arms. "If that's what you want, then I'm more than happy to oblige."

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

She made sure her legs were tight around him. "Let's go then."

[likely_evil]

He was grateful there were no stairs. Stairs would be hard to carry that way, especially with how into the moment he was getting. But he managed to get her to the bedroom and knelt up onto the bed before gently lowering her to the pillows below.

Then he just knelt there, looking down at her and smiling a bit.

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

She raised an eyebrow at him, smiling though.

"Like what you see, huh?"

[likely_evil]

"I always did." He reached down to run a hand along her cheek. "You want to believe I'm nervous?"

[ironknifehunter.livejournal.com]

She reached up and cupped face in both hands. "I am," she admitted softly.

She wanted him, she loved him, but she was also nervous. It was hard to believe they were actually here after so long. She kept expecting something to get in the way.