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[dust_of_life]

[She closes her eyes, leaning close against him.]

That feels good.

[It feels alive. But she needs to stop thinking that way.

Well. At the very least he isn't rushing off to hunt down Rosie. That's something.]

[runsaway]

[ Sam gives another small huff and doesn't stop. She has every right to freak out, to need to take a moment or hundred. Whatever she needs. He knows he has to go chase down Rosie, but he dose know that Jo is safe for now, in a new house with people around to keep an eye on her.

He can stay for Fatima. ]

I'm glad it's broken. At least this once.

[dust_of_life]

[She touches the scar on her face. No amount of makeup or self-confidence (and she does like to wear both of them) is going to make it easy for her to forget. It's different from Zelien. Yao wants her to remember what she went through.

And that makes her surprisingly furious.]

I'm not sure we know what that means yet.

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[ He shakes his head slightly, moving his hands up to rest on her upper back and shoulders. Gently with one thumb he brushes along the scar as well before placing a kiss there as well. No one will think less of you for something so out of your control, Fatima.

What he'll see is a reminder of how he's failed people. He didn't even try to look for her. ]

I won't let it happen again.

[dust_of_life]

Pretty sure it's not up to you. But that's sweet.

[She closes her eyes, leaning against him.

What a pair they make. Both enormous hypocrites, really. She gets mad at him when he withholds information from her. When he's stubborn and pig-headed and Deanlike. But she's just as bad.

And as far as any gods or devils or angels are her witness, Sam will never know the full story of what happened to her in the labyrinth.]

I don't want to talk about it any more.

[Or think about it.]

Please.

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[ No, he's not going to let it happen. That's how it is. He can't have more people dying on him, especially permanently.

But they won't talk about it, not if she doesn't want to. He nods, letting his hands rest on her shoulders as he rubs his thumbs along her collarbone. ]

We won't.

[dust_of_life]

[Fatima starts to lean forward for him, but stops herself. Because it's weird.

Isn't it?]

Tell me about something else. Anything else. As long as it's not about the here and now.

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[ Is it?

But he'll do what he can, whatever she needs. ]

...The mantis shrimp can see twelve colors?

[dust_of_life]

[Blink. Blink.

She stares at him for a second, looking slightly uncomprehending. Did he really just say...

Yes. Yes, he did.

With that, Fatima bursts out laughing. Well done, Sammy.]

You are so weird.

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Well, you said anything...

[ And he's full of random totally important facts. ]

[dust_of_life]

[She takes his face in her hands, giving him a surprisingly adoring look, considering how pissed off she was a few minutes ago.]

I did say that.

[runsaway]

[ He smiles at her, for a moment putting away the reality of just how screwed they continued to be. ]

Mantis Shrimp are pretty cool.

[dust_of_life]

Yeah?

[She interlaces her fingers behind his neck, her hips brushing up against his as she sways a little.]

What else can they do?

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[ What else does he know about the mantis shrimp? They're a remarkably fascinating animal, all things considered. He leans in, letting their noses rub against one another. ]

They're known for being a monogamous crustacean. [ Did crustaceans have a reputation for being swingers? ] They can have the same mate for up to 20 years.

[dust_of_life]

Like lobsters.

[She knows nothing about marine biology, but she's watched enough reruns of Friends to have retained that random bit of trivia.]

Good for them.

[Fatima closes her eyes, breathing in Sam's scent. Thankfully, not sea-foody.]

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Like lobsters.

[ He hasn't had good seafood in a ridiculously long time. Difficult to get in middle America, really, and on the road? Drive-through is a lot more accommodating. He slides his hands back down to her waist. ]

Pretty amazing animals.

[dust_of_life]

[Two fingers play with the hair on the back of his neck.]

Getting shaggy. You're going to have to let me cut it, eventually.

[Because Cousin It is not all that sexy.

Then again, he's somehow found a way to make shrimp sexy. It's possible he has magical powers or something. Either way, she feels like she can breathe again.]

Thank you.

[runsaway]

[ His hair is getting a little long. He'd been a bit reluctant the first time she offered, if only because the last person to cut his hair was, well...Jess. It almost scares him a bit, like he'd be finally taking off the last bit of him that still had her presence on it.

He can't admit that to Fatima, though. For a lot of reasons. ]

Yeah...I should.

[ Should, but will he?

He shakes his head, letting his forehead touch hers. ]

You really don't need to thank me for paying attention to the Discovery Channel.

[dust_of_life]

Believe me, I'm not thanking you for the wonder that is the Discovery Channel. Or Animal Planet. Or National Geographic.

I just...

[Her lips brush his.

Her thoughts are doing that thing again. They're going right back to where she doesn't want them to be. But maybe it's better to steer into the skid. Just get it out.]

I'm not freaking out as much this time, am I? I'm not as bad as I was in Zelien.

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[ He shakes his head again, giving her bottom lip a simple, but slow kiss. ]

You're handling it better than most people would, Fatima. No one in their right mind would shrug off what you've gone through.

[dust_of_life]

Mmm...

[Her jaw juts out a little, almost trying to hold onto the kiss.]

Not shrugging. Just trying to look at it from a different perspective.

The perspective of getting to come back to you.

[runsaway]

[ That surprises him. Sam pulls back a bit, trying to catch her gaze. A part of hopes that it's not what motivates her to get out of that, because...because he's Sam Winchester. Nothing good ever comes out of what he does. ]

Fatima...

[dust_of_life]

[She looks up at him, and, for a change, her eyes aren't narrowed in practiced blase form. There's something entirely open about them. Almost innocent, in a way. But more than that, honest. Completely, stone-cold honest.]

It's not like it's a secret that knowing you has been the best thing to come out of my life away from home, Sam.

[runsaway]

[ It might say more about him than about her that it still comes as a surprise. She knows what's going on with him, what he has to go back to, what he's still dealing with. Hell, his brother wants her out of his life for good, and that's one of the easier things to accept, not even counting the demons, angels, and apocalypse. ]

...I'm not sure I deserve that.

[dust_of_life]

[Cute. But occasionally a little bit of a nimrod.]

Sam...I say this with respect, both as a fellow hunter, as your friend, and as your...special friend.

[She touches his jaw with her fingertips.]

Don't be such a drama queen.