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❝ It's Sam. Leave me a message. ❞

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[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.

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Oh yeah?

[ He has to smile at that, pulling her hand closer, then up to allow him to kiss her wrist and move down her forearm. ]

I'll have to keep that in mind.

[dust_of_life]

[Her body responds to his, pressing closer against his side. She lets out a soft, satisfied squeak.]

You'd better.

[runsaway]

[ Sam hums a quiet affirmative, a few kisses turning into small nips before he sucks at the skin. None of her roommates have decided to come in, or maybe they've...heard what's going on and figured it was better not to. ]

[dust_of_life]

[Turnabout is fair play. They might as well both look like they've been in a fistfight. She'll wear her hickeys with pride.

Safely under sleeves so Dean will never know.

Meanwhile, she hooks one of her legs around one of his, her toes sliding down his calf.]

[runsaway]

[ He works his way down to her shoulder, rubbing his leg along hers. But he doesn't give any warning as he flips her over onto her back. His lips move along her collar bone before delving down into her cleavage. ]

[dust_of_life]

[There's a squawk of surprise, but she's certainly not complaining. She rakes her fingers through his hair, with both hands, lightly holding his head. Her head falls back against the pillow, neck exposed as her necklace falls to one side.]

[runsaway]

[ He smiles into her skin, running his hands down her sides as he nudges himself to settle between her legs. Even though her request was just to share a secret, he feels like he owes her a bit more satisfaction. Maybe "owes" isn't the right word--he wants to give it to her. And having gone through their one condom doesn't mean they need to stop.

One hand slips down into the apex where her legs meet while he kisses the mound one one breast, not wasting any time. ]

[dust_of_life]

[Well, that's new. And exciting. She closes her eyes, moaning softly, feeling little spasms in her belly. Delicious, wonderful spasms that quickly escalate, leaving her fizzy and panting and grasping at his arms, holding on tight.]

[runsaway]

[ His hand will do what he can't without protection, his kisses moving in time with his fingers. He likes feeling her move underneath him, knowing that her moans and gasps are because of him. ]