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on the run. [siswinchester & <user site="livejournal.com" user=

It took a few days to convince the hospital to release Dana... and Sam was half-convinced they just did it because she was being a pain in the ass. He couldn't blame them since she never took to being sick or injured well. They hit the road almost immediately after getting the prescriptions filled for some pain meds. He hated that Dana would basically have to suffer through the car drive until they were far enough away and safe to stop for awhile.

They pushed on and made it to some small little town though, far away from Palo Alto, Stanford, and hopefully any demons trailing them. Man, he did not miss the nasty, likely roach infested motels they used to stay in and like the one he was pulling into park at now.

Now they had to decide just... what they'd do for sleeping arrangements, he supposed. Jo had been pretty adament about not sharing a room, but it was safer if they did.

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God, he wanted a drink. And if they were waiting to go look for Jo, he figured he could get one or two in. So after a few moments, he got up out of bed and went to look through their bags... knew they had a bottle stashed away.

After finding it, he went to pour himself a glass and settled at the table. They hadn't come closer to a solution on anything yet, even after all this and he didn't know what else to say.

Dana's gaze shifted to watch as Sam pulled out a bottle of booze. Well, that was great. Reduced him to wanting to drink away his problems. That was what she did. Sad thing was, with the medication she couldn't drink. Son of a bitch.

Sighing, because this whole talk it out crap had obviously not accomplished anything, Dana just lay back gingerly on the bed, closing her eyes and wishing for rest. Like the sort of rest she got back in Palo Alto with Sam after he came back from class. She felt like it had been forever since she had been that...happy. Or whatever. Things change. Usually for the worst for her it seemed, anyways.

If they were expecting Jo to return that evening, they're in for quite the wait. Jo settles comfortably into Diana's house for the evening; dinner, music, laughs, and yes, sex...

And she doesn't seem to notice any time passing, either.

It wasn't just Dana. It was everything... it was the demons, it was Jo, it was the fact that he'd choked and let them both wind up in this position in the first place. The fact that he'd even thought about making a deal in the first place and the fact that he might be poison somehow, something not quite right.

He finished off the first glass and poured a second. After seeing Dad laying drunk so often in his downtime, watching Dana never shy away from drinks, Sam typically tried to avoid alcohol as a way to cope, but... stressful times. He kind of got why people liked to drink their problems and feelings away right now.

He wished they could go back... to when things were easy, when they were happy together and nothing had cast any doubt on them.

They self-loathed too much. That was their problem. They picked at their every issue and problem, letting it eat away at them until they were broody, moody fucks. That was what Dana and Sam had most in common.

The hours pass, Dana absently flipping through channels as Sam drank in the corner. She would glance at him now and again to make sure he was alright. Well...as alright as he could be at the moment she supposed. He always was a light weight despite his, well, actual weight. Just making sure he hadn't passed out on the table or something.

And then she would wonder about Jo and what to do about her... Should they go look for her right now? She doubted Jo was very happy at the moment with her though, so she could understand her being away, she just didn't know what to do about that, so she just...wouldn't do anything

Settled comfortably in Diana's place for the evening, they turn on the TV and watch a comedy. It feels good to laugh. To snuggle up next to someone else that wants her there. She doesn't feel unworthy---doesn't feel like a mistake. She feels accepted for who she is, and wanted for the same.

She doesn't think she has much interest in leaving.

Sam never did have a good tolerance, no. It was probably because he didn't drink as much as Dad or Dana or maybe his body just sucked. Who knew and either way, he was getting good and hammered sooner than he would have liked. It kind of snuck up on him, really.

He lost track of time too... he hadn't exactly meant to get drunk in the first place. He wanted to go find Jo, make sure she was okay.

Eventually, he puts the glass down and stumbles to his feet, holding out his arms to keep steady, muttering and complaining about how the room was spinning on hm.

"Uh...you okay over there Sasquatch?" Dana's eyes had flickered back to him once more as he pushed himself up on unsteady feet, swaying almost dangerously, like a tree about to topple over. Never a good sign from Sam.

And no, it was just him, because the room was most definitely not swaying. Biting her lip, she sighed and pushed up from the bed to head over to him, watching him throw out his arms as if that would keep his balance better. "Sam, c'mon, let's get you to bed."

In the end, the sex really was unavoidable. Jo needs to feel alive, and Diana is more than willing to accommodate anything that Jo wants or needs. It settles her for the night, tangled in Diana's arms, happily, and sated, and most certainly ready to sleep.

And as she drifts off to sleep, a line from Hamlet wanders through her head, and out the other side. And when she does dream, none of her dreams involve Dana or Sam. Just Diana, and a new life.

"M'fine." If the room would just quit moving, he was feeling better than he had in awhile. He looked over when she came over, grinning a little stupidly when she spoke.

"Tryin' to get... fresh or something, Dana?" But he was trying to get over to the bed and he was at least thinking clear enough to remember there was a very good reason to not use Dana as a crutch.

He wasn't thinking clearly enough to remember why he shouldn't be trying to get on to Dana's bed.

Dana arched a brow. Fine. Right. That's why he was grinning at her currently like a damn fool. Though it was nice to see him smiling at her again.

"Fresh Sam? Are you a sixty year old man?" Snorting, Dana just held out a hand to brace at his side as they moved for the bed, though yeah, him leaning on her was probably not the best idea. She didn't even realize they were moving him to her bed, but it was the closest and she was going to bother with trying to maneuver his gigantic ass too far.

[ooc: While they're getting settled, or whatever, you can skip me until "morning", since Jo's out like a light.]

"Alright, alright... are you tryin' to get in my pants?" Was that better? He stretched out on his stomach on one side of the bed, pillowing his head with his hands, letting out a sigh.

This was so much better. At least he didn't have to worry about falling on his ass.

"Why? What's in your pants?" Dana drawls a bit dryly, watching him sprawl out across her bed. Funny though, usually she would be trying to get into his pants right now, but she had a feeling that wasn't exactly what he wanted. Sighing and shaking her head once he seems settled, she's pulling away from him and moving for the other bed, seeing as he's in hers.

"Like you don't know... been in'em enough times." He sighed and turned to look at her, frowning when she seemed to be moving away. He shouldn't want her to stay near him... this was all too fucked up. He shifted, burying his face back against his arms a little.

"Stay here?" His voice came out muffled and soft. Felt like an idiot or a kid asking that, but this was his sister and he just wanted her close. They could deal with any awkwardness in the morning.

"Not often enough in my opinion." The words slip out easily, the teasing natural, but she realizes after a moment what she's said and flickers her gaze back to him once more wondering if he'll comment. Probably. He talked a lot when he was drunk.

Biting her lip at his question, because yeah, she did want to stay with him, she sighed and nodded, moving close again and settling down onto the bed beside him gently. He'll probably be pissed at her or something in the morning, but whatever, he asked and she wasn't going to say no to him.

He lets out a snort at that, giving a chuckle. "Dude, you climb on me whenever you want... how much more often do you want it?"

When he feels the bed shift, he scoots closer and lets out a soft sigh, eyes drifting shut.

She feels her lips actually twitch and she lays back against her pillow, head tilted as she peers at him next to her. "Not whenever I want. ...And as often as I can manage."

Watching him move in closer to her, feel his warmth at her press at her side, Dana studies his face as he closes his eyes. "...tired?"

"Mm, gonna have a lot more free time for that now, I guess." He couldn't go back to school after all, was back on the road again and hunted.

He shakes his head. "No, just- relaxed." Yeah. He definitely didn't want to fall asleep.

"Mm." She just hums at that, not really believing him though. She sort of figured they'd have less time for that now.

Reaching out absently, her fingers brush back through his hair lightly, moving it out of his face. "Ya sure? You look a little outta it Sammy."

He sighs when her hands go through his hair, carefully shifting to slide an arm around her waist. He was going to be kicking himself tomorrow when he woke up and realized he'd gotten drunk instead of finding Jo or, well, anything else that could have required his time.

Right now, it was just nice to have everything off his mind, numbed by the haze of alcohol. "Don't wanna sleep."

Letting out a breath as his arm wraps about her, she peered at him almost curiously.

She knew it was the alcohol, otherwise he'd be brooding on the other side of the room right now or on his computer or...or anything else other than laying in bed with her right now.

Her eyebrow raises a fraction at that, fingers still working through his hair lazily. "What? Wanna watch tv or somethin'? 'Cause when these pain meds kick in again I may be liable to passing out."

"M'okay where I am." Because getting up to turn the TV on would require effort and Dana's fingers were kind of coaxing him to doze off anyway. God, that felt nice.

He nudged back against her fingers.

At the nudging, she managed a small chuckle, nails scratching gently at his scalp. "You're like a giant puppy." She wondered briefly how he would feel about a belly rub.

"I'm not a puppy, Dana!" The protest was half-hearted at best though... He really was enjoying those fingers through his hair after all.

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Alrighty! <3

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