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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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"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."

"They wanted to kill you, Dana, to piss me off." To manipulate him, something... He shrugged, pushing in a little closer.

"I don't know... everything's so messed up. Should've known it wouldn't last."

"I'm not leaving you." This is said firmly. She doesn't give a damn what the demons want to do, what they say they have planned. She would stay with Sam and that was that.

Even though she was a bit upset by his words, him moving in ever closer to her soothed her some and she wrapped her arms about him.

"Whatever lasts...is up to you you know."

"I can't go back to school, Dana, not after all that crap that happened there..." They left unconscious people in their trashed apartment, ran before the cops could arrive.

"All I got's you, you know..."

And she felt bad about that. But...that hadn't been her fault. She had been trying, putting in an honest effort to keep somewhat of a normal life for him. She couldn't have predicted any of what had happened that day.

Frowning the slightest, she pulled her face back a fraction to study him. "So you pick me 'cause you have no other choice."

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."

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."

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.

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