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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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"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.

Because she figured he wouldn't mind, at the moment anyways, Dana scooted in a bit closer to him, their chests brushing together as she worked her hand back further into his hair, fingers twisting into it. And the need to be close to him had been too strong to resist.

Eyes meeting his own, she gave a small amused smile. "Ya sure about that? Gonna start waggin' your tail soon for me Sammy?"

He tipped his head in, nuzzling in against her as his eyes drifted shut. "Shut up, don't be stupid."

But this... this was nice. Really nice, actually.

Laughing quietly, she released the locks of his hair from her fingers, instead slipping her hand down to brush at the back of his neck, closing her eyes too and pressing her forehead to his own. "Name calling? Don't be a jerk."

"You started it." Inhibitions lowered and Dana close urged him to nuzzle his forehead against hers, rubbing the hand he had over her waist up and down her sides soothingly, carefully avoiding her injuries.

Snorting, she smiled as he nuzzled in close. Missed him being close. "Started what? I called you a puppy. And you called me stupid. So clearly, you're just being a jerk." At the brush up his hand she shivered, the touches soft, ghosting over the wrappings beneath her shirt. It was light, no pressure, so it didn't hurt, and the added fact that the pain meds had kicked in a while ago added to the no pain thing. So in all it was just...nice.

Too bad it was due mostly to the fact that Sam was wasted at the moment.

"'Cause I'm not a puppy, dude." He settled his hand low on her waist, below the wrappings so it wouldn't get uncomfortable if he really did doze off like this... which he just might. God, he was comfortable right here, missed this.

"This sucks, you know?" He finally murmured, just above a whisper. Bad thing about being wasted? He never had any filter, never thought about what he shouldn't say or put out on the table. "Everything does... and I miss this, miss you, but..."

They were pressed together so close Dana could feel his breath on her lips. Swallowing, her fingers rubbed down the back of his neck soothingly, body molding to his in just the right way it always had when they had been together like this.

There was a moment of quiet after their teasing, then he spoke and her body tensed the slightest. "But...you're angry at me."

He shrugged at that. "Nah... I mean, I don't know. Hurts." He'd trusted her and then all of this was shoved in his lap in a matter of a few minutes. It really just- sucked. The anger had fizzled out awhile ago though.

"I don't really think it's safe either, not if I got demons after me. Sounds like I'm bad luck."

"I know..." She spoke quietly, though, she was surprised to hear that he wasn't really angry at her. Thought he would always be.

At the last part, her brows furrowed, confusion washing over her. "You don't think what's safe? No matter what our situation could be, you know, regarding our relationship, I would still stick with you. That's just unavoidable Sam."

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