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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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He didn't blame her for it. He couldn't really blame anybody, though blaming himself was always the most attractive option. He was a freak, never fit in no matter how hard he tried--knew he'd never really escape his background or be safe from monsters like he wanted.

His expression was pinched at that, a little confused. "I didn't say that." He shrugged. "You're all I've ever had, you know? Only constant in my life really... and I can't lose that too. It's all I'm saying."

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As far as Dana saw it, no one was to blame here. Well, maybe those damn demons. But certainly not Sam.

Thinking over his words, she shifted her hand, smoothing her thumb over his brows to ease away that expression on his face. They were...really dependent on each other, she realized. Not just him or just her, but both of them. They needed each other, and hell, she'd die for him. She was sure he'd said at some point he would do the same for her. The problem with that was, they didn't need one another to die for each other so much as they needed one another to live for each other.

Blinking after a moment of her thinking, she slid her hand back down, resting it at his cheek. "You aren't gonna lose me." She murmurs, and unable to help herself, she leans her face close, brushing her mouth against his, softly. "So stop worryin' about it."

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Sam relaxes at those touches, expression softening. It wasn't ever about choosing something over Dana, really. Stanford had been choosing normal over what their dad wanted, choosing something safe and for once, not worrying about monsters or drawing away from anyone not in the life. It hadn't had anything to do with Dana, really.

She was the only one who'd kept him half-way sane living with Dad, the only one there for him.

he tipped up at that kiss, eyes drifting shut at the contact. "Okay..." He wanted to believe that.

Even with all the insecurities that had popped up, all the little worries gnawing at him.

He returned the kiss lightly before shifting just that much closer to her, finally letting his eyes drift shut.