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❝ It's Sam. Leave me a message. ❞

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[dust_of_life]

[She settles her head on his shoulder, looking up at him from under half-lidded eyes.]

Sometimes, it's hard to tell the monster hunters from the monsters they hunt. They get twisted. Sometimes by revenge. Sometimes just by seeing too much to ever be wide-eyed again. They stop seeing the difference between a vampire who murders babies and bathes in the blood of virgins and a vampire who donates to Oprah and participates in relief efforts after Hurricane Katrina.

Or between vampires and people like me.

[runsaway]

[ He reaches over to grab hold one of her hands, rubbing her palm with his thumb. ]

...Do you donate to Oprah?

[dust_of_life]

[Okay, that one is unexpected. And she lets out a soft guffaw at it.]

Sam, I may be a dhampir princess, but that doesn't mean I have actual money.

[runsaway]

Princess?

[ That's a detail she's either forgot to mention or a term she's using liberally. ]

Now I definitely know you're out of my league.

[dust_of_life]

[Oh, she's definitely being liberal with it. Although, in all fairness, there aren't any other dhampir family lines. Some ghoul bloodlines, sure. But dhampir? It's just the Merali girls. The miraculous Merali girls.

A line that's going to dead-end, most likely, with Fatima.

Mixed feelings there.]

Didn't know you were banging royalty, huh?

[A pause.]

Was that an appropriate use of the verb "bang?" Do people still use that?

[runsaway]

[ They could go for round three and find out. Sam gives a huff, then brings her hand up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. ]

is that what we're doing?

[dust_of_life]

[There's some connotation there that she's missing.]

You tell me.

[runsaway]

I don't think so.

[ He's never been the kind of guy who just hooks up. Has he? Yes, but Sam much prefers everything else that comes with being in a relationship with someone. He likes feeling connected, close. You don't get that from a stranger. ]

[dust_of_life]

Okay.

[She plays it smooth and easy, although she has no idea what the fuck is going on or how she messed up.

Words. Hard. So hard.]

So what are we doing?

[runsaway]

[ His mind wanders back to her earlier slip--and a slip is exactly what it was. There's no sense in bringing that up again, right? That would be the definition of awkward. Sam sobers a bit, taking a moment to kiss her knuckles again, along the back of her hand. ]

Maybe something we shouldn't. But you're my girlfriend and...I like being able to say that.

[dust_of_life]

[She watches him, quietly, in the dim light of the room. How long have they known each other? How long have they been a thing? She honestly doesn't know. She's lost a lot of days and the multiverse has never been linear.

Still...

It also makes for strange bedfellows. And in some unusual sense, she feels like she knows him better than she should.]

You have pensive face.

[runsaway]

[ And now he has a slightly surprised face, or maybe he just looks like he's been put on the spot. His motions still, but he doesn't let go of her hand. ]

Do I?

[dust_of_life]

[If she was unsure of it before, she's pretty sure now. Fatima nods slightly, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.]

What is it?

[runsaway]

[ He swallows slightly before forcing a small smile, bringing her hand back to his mouth. ]

It's nothing.

[ He's fairly sure. ]

[dust_of_life]

You are a very bad liar, Sam Winchester.

[But also a very private person. She gets that. And after the emotional marathon they've both run, she'll let it go.

For now.

She brushes her thumb against the side of his hand.]

As your girlfriend, I should probably tell you...it's your turn to talk to Cas about...stuff.

[runsaway]

[ He can tell she's not going to pursue it further, and he's grateful. Very grateful. But he's not sure what she means. ]

About stuff?

[dust_of_life]

[Is it weird that talking about things like condoms still makes her uncomfortable? It's probably weird.]

Condoms.

[She said it quickly, blurting.]

He only gave me one.

[runsaway]

[ Ah. Yes, he sees. ]

Maybe...uh, we should try to see if we can find them somewhere else.

[ He feels bad they keep pulling from Castiel's stash. ]

[dust_of_life]

[She's actually done a little asking around. There...doesn't appear to be a lot of options. And everyone knows the rhythm method doesn't work. Even she knows that.]

I promised him that...I would tell you where I got it.

[runsaway]

[ Well that's...odd. ]

He...wanted me to know?

[dust_of_life]

[Oh yeah, it's odd. But that's Cas. And he's been a damn loyal friend. Fatima is hardly going to be begrudge him.]

Yeah.

I'm assuming it's for some kind of super-secret male high-five thing.

[Not really.]

[runsaway]

[ He raises a brow at that. ]

Uh...must've missed the memo on that.

[ Thanks, he thinks, Cas? Yeah, they need to find another way to get these things. ]

[dust_of_life]

He was acting a little weird, to be honest. Weirder than normal, I mean. Like, out of nowhere, he told me I was beautiful.

[Which was nice, but total bullshit.]

And he seemed kinda sad.

And he braided my hair so...

[runsaway]

[ His brows furrow slightly together. Castiel is a little eccentric, yes, but it's been a while since they had an actual discussion. Considering what he's about to confront Dean with, though, it will likely warrant one. ]

...Sorry, kind of ruined that.

[ The braid. ]

[dust_of_life]

[She laughs.]

Do I look like I care?

[Fatima's been thinking of hacking it all off anyway. Shampoo is tough to scavenge and, given the...ahem...active lifestyle she's been forced to endure in Haven, it would be one less thing for someone to use to pull her to the ground.]

Please feel free to ruin my hairstyle like that any time.

That was a very, very good...ruining.