likely_evil | 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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Faith cried out, body arching up and into Sam with the flood of sensation that came with the new position. She tightened around him when the orgasm slammed into her, nails clawing furrows into his skin.

"Fuck, Sam, don't stop."

He wasn't planning on it anytime soon, or at least not until his own orgasm came a few thrusts after her and he groaned as he came deep inside of her, continuing t thrust until he ran out of steam and just stayed pressed against her as he fought to catch his breath.

She rode out the aftershocks of her pleasure until she felt the warmth of his own release. When Sam finally stilled she fought her normal urge to push whoever it was away and head straight for the shower. The sweat cooled on her body and she kissed him, brushing the hair that had fallen into his face back with a smirk.

He kissed her back, then slowly rolled and readjusted her legs so they could just lay next to each other and he rested his head on her shoulder, hiding his eyes in her neck.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?' he asked softly after a moment.

It was strange for her to be laying there, to still be touching, when everything was said and done, but she didn't find herself hating it. Her smirk turned into a full blown smile at his question though and Faith chuckled.

"Not in any way I didn't enjoy, handsome. Don't worry about it."

He chuckled a bit, then sighed and looked up at her. "Good. Not... not many people really like it that way. But I can't do the soft and gentle anymore. I don't feel it."

"Not many people like us out there. Besides, not really the making love type. Never worked for me anyway."

"I used to be." He curled into her a bit more, just needing to talk.

He used to be the one who made love. It was beautiful moments between him and Jess, and as the years went by after her death he had slowly come to realize he was never going to be that kid again. That gentleness was gone, at least that was how he felt.

She didn't really know how to react to the situation so she just went with whatever felt right. Her fingers ran through his hair in an idle fashion while he spoke and moved into her side.

"Maybe one day you'll get it back. Find it again or whatever."

"If I live that long." Sam just looked off in the distance.

"Attitude like that is just askin' for somethin' bad to happen. Can't look at it that way. That's givin' up."

"Ain't too much more bad that can happen, Faith. We're losing, and now Dean..." He shook his head.

She shifted so that she could look at him dead on, eyebrow raised. "It's shitty, and your brother's an idiot, but I don't think he's dumb enough to go through with it. He'll wise up."

So maybe she wasn't so sure about what she was saying, but she wasn't about to admit that. It wasn't what Sam needed to hear, not at the moment.

Sam met her eyes and he just suddenly felt so tired. "I don't think he will. I think he will say yes if it means he can save me and anyone else."

"Except from what you've been tellin' me, it doesn't work that way. You gotta say yes, too."

Sam took a deep breath. "If Dean said yes, what do I have left..."

"Don't start talkin' like that." She frowns because she doesn't like the direction this is going at all.

"You don't have to give me the speech, Faith. Talking that way makes Lucifer win. And for all my words, I'm not going to say yes. I've fought too hard for my life and I can't just throw it away. But without my brother..."