Sam Winchester (
likely_evil) wrote2009-11-27 09:14 pm
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And the verdict is in... rp for
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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.
"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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Eventually he pushed himself up a bit, reaching for her face and kissing her deeply as he started to move his hips more, pressing up against her a bit harder.
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When he rose up, she leaned down a little to kiss him back and she picked up his new pace.
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"Oh God... Jo..." he panted.
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Then his arms wrapped around her, possessive. He wasn't going to let her go, not now. Now that they finally had this and he could just feel his love for her growing.
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