charloft } { 7. Sloth
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Bela was starting to learn that you can’t have things both ways.
She went from having a life that never stopped moving to standing still in the course of one helicopter ride, and there was something about standing still that had disagreed with her for the longest time. It had to do with what they said about objects with momentum. They couldn’t just stop moving, on a dime-something had to feel the impact of her just suddenly stopping, but from what she could tell, she wasn’t seeing it here. There was just … nothing. People in the village lived in their houses, ate the food provided for them, and tried to ignore the fact that there was nothing to do there. It was just one perpetual social event and that tended to make Bela think that maybe she might have been better off facing the hellhounds.
Then she remembered what that exactly entailed, and knew that she had to find something to keep her occupied. She knew that finding a job would be a senseless purpose that wouldn’t get her anywhere, but it would at least be something to do.
Then Sam arrived. And … well, they found something to do.
Granted, that wasn’t all they did, but they had time to spend with each other, getting to know each other better than they had at home. They hadn’t had time, then, and her choices hadn’t helped matters either, but now they had all the time in the world, and if Sam was willing to give her that time, she wasn’t going to turn him down. It was nice to actually have someone that she could talk to. For all the running around her life had done, she didn’t have friends. She didn’t have people she could count on, and even if she spent most of her time being bored, she was had that. Even she wasn’t too far gone to admit that being with Sam and being bored was the better feeling to having ways to keep herself occupied and being alone.
The village liked to be unpredictable, however. She should have known that once they settled into a routine, it wouldn’t have stayed that way for long. One morning, she woke up to find two surprises waiting for her. One, the man she had gone to bed without was sleeping next to her, and two, this wasn’t her bedroom.
Sam had spent the evening with his brother, doing something that Bela didn’t want to get in the middle of-they needed some time as brothers, and if they happened to get into trouble, someone had to get them out of it. He had given her the indication that he was probably either going to crash at Dean’s or head back to his own home, so when she woke up to find a strong arm laced across her waist, she was pleasantly surprised. She shifted to fit a bit more comfortably against him, burrowing under the blankets and turned her head to brush a kiss to his cheek.
He mumbled something in response, tightening his arm around her, but other than that he didn’t stir. Bela smiled, settling back against him, content to let herself be held for a moment, before actually looking around the room and realizing that this was not where she had fallen asleep the night before. The room was much more furnished than her cabin back in the village, with more of the comforts of home, and when she pushed herself into a sitting position, she could see a balcony extending out of her room to the right. Reaching for the robe hanging near her bed, she slipped out from under Sam’s arm and made her way over the balcony. Overnight, the sleepy little village who they had all started to call home had become a small slice of suburbia, with everything one would expect from a normal American town.
“Well, this is new,” she said softly, tying the robe off at her waist and leaning on the railing of the balcony. “I wonder what the catch is.”
She highly doubted the village would make this easy for them, one way or another.
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Bela was starting to learn that you can’t have things both ways.
She went from having a life that never stopped moving to standing still in the course of one helicopter ride, and there was something about standing still that had disagreed with her for the longest time. It had to do with what they said about objects with momentum. They couldn’t just stop moving, on a dime-something had to feel the impact of her just suddenly stopping, but from what she could tell, she wasn’t seeing it here. There was just … nothing. People in the village lived in their houses, ate the food provided for them, and tried to ignore the fact that there was nothing to do there. It was just one perpetual social event and that tended to make Bela think that maybe she might have been better off facing the hellhounds.
Then she remembered what that exactly entailed, and knew that she had to find something to keep her occupied. She knew that finding a job would be a senseless purpose that wouldn’t get her anywhere, but it would at least be something to do.
Then Sam arrived. And … well, they found something to do.
Granted, that wasn’t all they did, but they had time to spend with each other, getting to know each other better than they had at home. They hadn’t had time, then, and her choices hadn’t helped matters either, but now they had all the time in the world, and if Sam was willing to give her that time, she wasn’t going to turn him down. It was nice to actually have someone that she could talk to. For all the running around her life had done, she didn’t have friends. She didn’t have people she could count on, and even if she spent most of her time being bored, she was had that. Even she wasn’t too far gone to admit that being with Sam and being bored was the better feeling to having ways to keep herself occupied and being alone.
The village liked to be unpredictable, however. She should have known that once they settled into a routine, it wouldn’t have stayed that way for long. One morning, she woke up to find two surprises waiting for her. One, the man she had gone to bed without was sleeping next to her, and two, this wasn’t her bedroom.
Sam had spent the evening with his brother, doing something that Bela didn’t want to get in the middle of-they needed some time as brothers, and if they happened to get into trouble, someone had to get them out of it. He had given her the indication that he was probably either going to crash at Dean’s or head back to his own home, so when she woke up to find a strong arm laced across her waist, she was pleasantly surprised. She shifted to fit a bit more comfortably against him, burrowing under the blankets and turned her head to brush a kiss to his cheek.
He mumbled something in response, tightening his arm around her, but other than that he didn’t stir. Bela smiled, settling back against him, content to let herself be held for a moment, before actually looking around the room and realizing that this was not where she had fallen asleep the night before. The room was much more furnished than her cabin back in the village, with more of the comforts of home, and when she pushed herself into a sitting position, she could see a balcony extending out of her room to the right. Reaching for the robe hanging near her bed, she slipped out from under Sam’s arm and made her way over the balcony. Overnight, the sleepy little village who they had all started to call home had become a small slice of suburbia, with everything one would expect from a normal American town.
“Well, this is new,” she said softly, tying the robe off at her waist and leaning on the railing of the balcony. “I wonder what the catch is.”
She highly doubted the village would make this easy for them, one way or another.
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