likely_evil | In which Sam calls an old friend...

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In which Sam calls an old friend...

After the Pastor left, and Sam got Cas comfortable on the other bed, Sam walked outside to get a soda. He just stared at the machine, then finally punch the button for the drink. Then he punched it again, and again and again until the machine had a large fist sized series of dents and Sam was using the bottle to ice his knuckles as he walked back to the room.

He was trapped there. Well, not really trapped, but Cas needed to rest and recover from whatever the whore had done to him. And Dean...

So this was what it felt like to be abandoned. Not just Dean telling him not to come back, or saying goodbye over a phone because it was better apart, or even Dean dying. This was deliberate, and now Sam understood what Dean had to feel every time he had walked out on him.

He tried to call Dean again, but of course he wasn't answering. But he needed someone to talk to. He had already called Bobby to tell him, and he and Cas would make their way there in the morning. There was nothing they could do right now, not without knowing where Dean was. Stupid Nokian symbols.

He rolled the ball over his contact list, then stopped when it highlighted the name FAITH. God, it had been months since they had talked, since the time she had been possessed and tried to kill him and Dean in fact.

Sighing, he hit send and wondered if she would even pick up. Right now he could just use a good, sober friend to talk to for awhile.

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"Yeah well, thought it might be important."

She didn't wait for an invitation into the room and simply slid past him to set her bag down on the floor.

"You look like hell, Sammy boy."

Sam closed the door and checked the salt line before he just leaned against it.

"It's been a bad few months. And tonight..." he sighed and shook his head. "I just can't keep this going while I'm watching everything crash down around me."

"Nothin's gonna crash tonight. I got this." She hooked a thumb over at Cas.

"Flyboy is lookin' worse for wear too. He even still breathin' or whatever it is that the angel types do?"

"Demon tossed a nasty curse at him. Between that and shit that's gone on the last few weeks, he..."

Sam looked at Cas sympathetically and sighed. "He'll be ok after a few hours sleep."

"Same hold for you? You gonna be ok with a few hours of sleep?" It was a question that she figured she already had the answer to, and that answer was No.

"I can't sleep. Not right now."

"That why you called in the cavalry? Needed someone to keep you awake?" Faith licked her lips and made herself comfortable.

"Don't know whether or not I should be flattered right about now."

He snorted a bit, then sat down across from her. "I needed someone who knows what's going on to talk to. I... I'm scared."

He caught her up to date on things that were happening, keeping it more brief and factual than personal. But it was hard and he rubbed his eyes.

"I just don't know what to do..." he said softly when he finished.

She listened while he caught her up and was careful to keep her face neutral. Sam wasn't the same person she'd met in that bar so many months ago and the strain of everything was obviously weighing on him pretty damn heavily.

"Don't give up for starters. Gotta be a way to get that idiot brother of yours before he does somethin' completely stupid, at least worse than his normal level of stupid. And it might not be a bad idea to rest up. You look like the walkin' dead."

Before he could bother protesting she held up a hand to stop him. "Nothin's gonna get you while I'm here which is why I'm guessin' you called me in the first place. Though, gotta tell ya, of all the people to call to help you keep your head on straight? Pretty sure you could have found someone better."

Sam rubbed his neck. "Most of the people who I thought were my friends are trying to kill me now. We've already gotten past that."

He shrugged. "I trust you won't kill me while I'm sleeping. And sometimes... it's nice to hear from old friends."

"Damn if I don't know how that feels. Nothing gives you the warm and fuzzies quite like bein' betrayed. But yeah. Guess you got a point." Faith stood and put a hand on his shoulder, something that might have been comical if the circumstances were different. Sitting down Sam was nearly her height but it made it convenient for her to put some of that Slayer strength to use when she started rubbing at the knots in his muscles.

"Been there, done that even if I wasn't exactly myself at the time."

Sam couldn't help the small groan that escaped his lips as she massaged his shoulders. It had been a long time since he had someone do that, and there were a mess of knots that had been building up in the last few years.

His hand came to his chest a bit, still remembering the feel of the shotgun rounds hitting him and ripping his insides to shreads moments before everything just went black. "i never wanted to hurt anyone, but apparently that's all I really seem to be doing anymore."

Faith worked each of his muscles with steady hands going over the areas that got the loudest sounds from him.

"Always gonna be someone that gets hurt no matter what you do. Way of the world, handsome."

"I miss when our jobs were about just saving people. And damn you're good with your hands..."

She smirked despite herself at that. "I could probably make a comment about that right about now, but I think it might fall under takin' advantage of you. And nothin' ever stays simple. Just not the way life works."

"I didn't mean it in that way..." Sam rolled his eyes, then sighed as she got another good spot.

He also wouldn't mention that he might not object to being taken advantage of at the moment. Not like it was really the best time or place, but god he was hurting and could use a gentle touch right now.

"And life lately just sucks."

"No?" She let one hand drift toward his chest, the stroke of her fingers slow and deliberate to gauge his reaction.

"Wouldn't know any different, Sammy. Always had a shitty ride."

Sam was a man and Faith was hot. There was no way he wouldn't react. And normally he would push her away and do the nervous puppy bit, but he was just too worn and frayed at the edges to protest. "Now you're just teasing..." he pointed out, then sighed as his hand went up to stop hers and just hold it.

"Same here."

"I don't do a lot of teasin' without following through. Thought you would've figured that out by now." He'd stopped her hand, but he hadn't let go and she took that as a sign to keep going.

"Maybe we can both get a little somethin' then."

He opened his eyes and looked up at her. "I didn't call you for that..." he said softly. Because he hadn't intended for this to turn into a booty call.

He just needed someone to be with him.

She pressed a kiss to his jaw before her voice whispered against the shell of his ear. "Wouldn't have come if you did. Relax, Sam. I give you what you need, I get what I need. All good. Doesn't have to mean anything."

He looked into her eyes, then looked over her shoulder at Cas on the other bed. "Not here."

A glance over at the angel passed out on the bed nearly drew a laugh from Faith. "Don't think there's anything we can do that'd wake him up right now, but I'm open to suggestion."

"It's not that. Just..." Sam was a good guy. He couldn't do things like that with people watching.

"Nah, I get it. Exhibitionism ain't your thing. So what's plan B?"

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I want to punch LJ in the face.

me too.

I say we break out the pitchforks

a witch! a witch!

... now I want to watch Monty Python

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