[Fiction] Sex, Lies and French Fries
[Cowritten with likely_evil. Written for the mun of soldier_ofgod, who mentioned something offhand about Sam/Ruby smut and french fries, and well -- here ya go.]
He sat on the motel bed, just staring at his hands. For about an hour now, just staring. He hadn't heard when Ruby left, nor did he look up when she came back in. He just sat there staring, trying to block out that night from his head, the headache still not faded.
Ruby had brought back food -- the burgers were for him, the fries were for her. If he wanted to contest that ruling, he would have to take it up with someone else, because she really didn't care, especially if he was going to just sit there brooding all night. Ruby didn't do well with brooders, even when they were falling neatly into her hands. So instead, she just dropped the burgers down on the table, picked up one of the extra large fries she had gotten herself and the bottle of ketchup, starting to get ready to eat. "Better eat while they're still hot, Sam. Fried food is gross when it's cold, and the mircowave is busted."
Sam got up, moving over to the table and sat down. His hand instantly went for the bottle of whiskey on the table, then he stopped. He took a deep breath, then shifted his hand to take his burger. Then he noticed that he only had a burger. "Where are my fries?" he asked, looking up at her.
She gave him a look, before pulling out the other burger. "Protein's better for you anyway." And that was true. Plus, despite the ridiculous amount of fat that went into those things, it was probably much healthier than your average potatoes deep fried in oil and loaded with salt. "Plus it'll probably help with the headaches." She wasn't sure of the truth to that one, but she figured she'd throw it out there anyway.
"Yeah, and salt is also good for the body." He reached over and snagged one of her, dipping it in the ketchup.
"You reach that hand over here again, and it might not come back, Sam," Ruby replied, picking up her fries and starting to move it away from him. "Just saying."
"Is that a threat?" He raised an eyebrow. "And just what are you going to do to me?"
She smirked slightly at that, leaning back and licking some stray ketchup off the edge of her hand before shrugging. "I have my ways."
Sam smirked back. "Try me." He reached out to snag another one.
Her hand snapped out, circling around his wrist before he could reach her food. She stood up, leaning forward slightly so that she was in Sam's face a bit, before dropping his hand back into his lap. "I wasn't kidding, Sam," she murmured. "Try it again and you lose it."
He grunted and his lip twitched as she help him like that, then sat back down, watching her. He worked on his burger, watching her. "What if I ask nicely?"
She paused, considering that for a moment, as she swirled a few fries in the ketchup in front of her. "I'd take it under advisement."
He took a thoughtful bite of his burger, then set it down. "Can I have another fry, Ruby? Please?" Note the sarcasm and the faked puppydog eyes.
She made a show of pondering this for a moment, biting down on the ketchup covered end of the fries before responding. " -- No."
He licked his lips, then moved, grabbing her wrist and pulled the fry in her hands to him. And he made sure he never touched it with his hand as he took his own bite, smirking as he licked the ketchup off his lips.
Ruby watched him for a minute, her teeth moving up to catch between her lips, before he released her hand and she went back to what she was doing. "Bending the rules is not gaining you any ground, Sam."
"Who says I want ground. I just want some damn fries which you somehow are under the assumption that you are the only one who can have them." He went back to his burger. "I'm just stealing back what you already stole from me."
"Sam Winchester, I did nothing of the kind. You said you wanted a burger. I got you two. You neglected to mention wanting any fries with your order." And yes, she was playing innocent on this one, but really -- he should know better by now. This was Ruby. She always got her french fries. "Besides, I went out and got the food. I think I get a little leeway here."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine, have the damn fries." And this time he didn't hesitate to grab the whiskey bottle and down a shot.
And Ruby didn't approve of that in the slightest. But considering that she had won her battle, she didn't think it was all that fair to be starting another one. Instead, she just sat with her fries and let him eat. That was the easiest thing to do at the moment.
Of course she didn't approve. He got more emo when he drank. This was Sam Winchester after all. He might also be sulking a bit. And his headache wasn't going away.
"What's wrong?" Spitting it out always seemed to be the best for everyone -- there was no reason she couldn't try and at least keep it that way between them.
"You just manage to suck the fun out of everything," he spat, taking another shot.
"Oh yeah, that's me -- the fun sucker," she rolled her eyes slightly, before turning the second box towards him. "I was teasing, Sam. If you want the damn fries so badly, you can have them."
"Forget it. I don't want them anymore." He pushed away from the table and took the bottle with him as he headed back to the only bed in the motel room.
That got Sam an eyeroll, and really -- the emo fits were only cute the first couple hundred times and after that they started to get a little old. Pushing herself to her feet, she started to make her way over to him, leaving the food on the table. "Sam," she began slowly, rubbing her forehead with one hand lightly.
"Just leave me alone. It's been a long day." He went to find his overnight bag, looking for his pills.
"Or you could just tell me what the hell is going on in that head of yours," Ruby replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Confession's good for the soul, Sam -- or so they say."
"We're no closer to finding Lilith, Ruby. And I'm just tired and my head hurts and it's been awhile since I wasn't able to save the human that the demon was in, ok?" He glared at her, and of course that didn't help the headache. At least his nose had stopped bleeding a few hours ago.
"These things take time, Sam," Ruby sighed. "You can't just run after her and expect to make it out of there alive. You need to be ready."
Sam would be the one to point out that he didn't care if he made it out alive as long as Lilith didn't either. But instead he just looked back at the ground, scowling.
Yeah, Ruby knew he'd be the one to point it out, but she didn't want to hear it. Not now. She'd worked too hard to keep Sam alive for this long, she wasn't going to stop now. "When you're ready, Sam -- it'll be like slicing a knife through butter. No headaches, no pain, nothing. In and out -- done. And it needs to be that easy, or else Lilith's demons are just going to slaughter you on the way out. And not even I'm going to be able to protect you then."
Sam snorted a bit. "Once Lilith is dead, what's left for me to do?"
"You think this whole thing is going to be over once Lilith is dead, Sam? She's not the only really scary bitch to come out of the pit, and she certainly won't be the last." Ruby pushed herself up to her feet with a heavy sigh, and started to cross back over to the food again, trying to roll the aggravation out of her shoulders. "Look, I know you're riding the pity train at the moment with your brother being gone, but there's still people out there who are going to need your help. Lilith's plan isn't going to go unheeded just because she's dead."
"And let me guess, I'm the only one with the power to stop it." He looked up at her. "I'm tired of hearing it. All I want is to see her die. Then let someone else finish this, because I'm done." He stood up. "I've lost everything in my life because of this. And when do I get to rest? When do I get some kind of peace?"
"Don't you get it, Sam? The demons out there -- they're not out to let people have their rest. They just keep coming, and the only way you're ever going to get rest is when every single one of them is dead." She turned back to him, the pleading written all over her face. "I wish I could let you have that. Really, I do. But you're the only one left -- don't you get that? Everyone else who even had the potential to fight this is dead."
He lowered his head, his hand forming a fist that just gently hit the table that their food was on. He wanted to punch something so bad. Mom. Jess. Pastor Jim. Dad. Dean. The demons just kept taking from him. Take Take TAKE. Finally he spun and slammed his fist into the wall before he placed his forehead against it, trying to fight back his frustrated tears.
Ruby closed her eyes for a minute, before starting to make her way over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to be comforting even though she knew it probably wouldn't work. "Sam -- "
"Your fries are getting cold." It was his way of telling her to leave him be for a bit. He didn't look at her, but he also didn't shrug his shoulder to move her hand off him.
She closed her eyes for a moment, letting her forehead rest against Sam's shoulder lightly before pulling away from him and moving back towards the food. He wanted to be left alone, she would leave him alone.
He stayed there a moment, then pushed himself away to go to to the kitchen sink and wash his hand. He had busted a knuckle, but it had already clotted. Then he made his way back to the table... and in a way to let Ruby know he was not going to kill himself anytime soon, he stole one of her fries.
Ruby's eyes narrowed slightly, before she turned to make a grab for his wrist again. Sam Winchester really needed to learn to stay out of her food.
He moved a bit, trying to evade her. And ended up hitting the ketchup bottle.
Leaving a ketchup bottle open is rather ill-advised. Ruby learned that the hard way as the bottle tipped towards her, spilling ketchup down the front of her shirt. She tried to jump to her feet to get out of the way but it still resulted on a rather large stain on the front of her shirt.
Sam took a step away. He looked at her, then couldn't help it with the look on her face, covered in her precious ketchup. He started to laugh.
Ruby's eyes went wide as she peered back at him, before placing her hands on her hips with a mock glare. "What the hell are you laughing at?" She wasn't going to scold him for it, because it was nice to hear him to something other than whine and bitch about his situation. It was nice to see an actual smile on his face.
"You." He looked at his fry, then decided to dip it in the ketchup. "You're hogging the condiments again."
Ruby watched him for a moment, before reaching for the bottle of ketchup. "How selfish of me," she said slowly before turning the bottle on him and squeezing, hard. "Let me share."
"Hey now!" Sam jumped back, but it was too late as he was covered as well. "Now that's just being wasteful."
"Wasteful?" she said with a smirk, before reaching for the fries as she moved closer to him. "You didn't seem to be complaining when it was all over me." Her voice dropped to a low purr as she moved closer, eyeing him carefully.
"But you have a convenient serving tray." He raised his eyebrow.
"And you don't?" she replied, matching his eyebrow raise as she continued moving forward.
Sam looked away for a moment, chuckling before looking back at her. "So it this the point where you talk about eating me up?"
"No," she replied smoothly. "I was just going to use you as a plate. Though, if you'd rather have it the other way around -- ?"
Standing taller, he took a step closer. "You're driving a hard bargain here..."
"Take it or leave it, Sam," she said with a smirk. "You're only going to get it once."
His hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her lips to his, kissing her hard as his other hand pulled her body against his. They were both already covered in ketchup so it wasn't going to do any more damage.
Ruby leaned into the kiss with a grin, moving in closer and gripping his arms tightly, letting her nails dig into his arms.
Sam picks her up, his hand moving her legs around his hips as he guides her to sit on the table. The food scatters a bit, some on the table still, some on the floor. His lips never leave hers though as he kisses her hard.
Ruby leaned back into the table, letting her hands move over Sam's arms, fisting the back of his shirt as she continued the kiss. She hooked her leg over his hip, arching her body to get herself closer and feeling Sam's body brush against hers.
Hands rip at fabric, then his lips leave hers to travel down her neck, working to find some ketchup and smirking as he licked it up.
There was a breathy sound, almost a giggle when she felt his tongue against her skin, before she reached for his shirt, pulling at again as though she was trying to get it over his head.
He pulled back to let the shirt go off and to the floor, landing in a squishy pile from the ketchup that now was streaked on his neck, face and hair. He smirked then went back to kissing her as he made short work on her shirt.
Her tongue darted out slightly, dodging the kiss as she sat up slightly, moving down his neck and licking at the traces of the ketchup as she made her way down, nipping lightly at the base of his neck when she got there.
He growled, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as he took in the sensations. It wouldn't be long before the rest of their clothing would be on the floor by the fireplace and he pinned her to the table, pressed against her tight as they moved together as one sticky, ketchup covered mess. Tasting. Touching. Needing. But not loving. Sam kept that in the back of his head that it wasn't love that they shared.
It was a need for someone. A need, basic human instinct that Sam was only reminded of in the dark of night when he couldn't sleep because there was no snoring. How the driver's seat didn't fit to his body because the cushions were already formed to another body. A need for someone to be there to make the pain go away. To remember what it's like to be alive.
Ruby was nothing like Dean... but Sam needed her. Now more than ever.
Ruby knew that Sam would never allow this to get personal. That this was more of a comfort, just something to keep the way Dean haunted him at bay for a while by focusing on something else. As far as Sam was concerned, they were just two people indulging in each other for long enough to keep the metaphysical demons at bay. It didn't quite mean the same for her, but she wasn't about to jeopardize this for herself by thinking that way. She just gave Sam what he needed, let him take where he could after having so much taken away from him. She kept things rough and distant, leaving deep scratches on his back and arms when he was rough with her, and doing her best to give him what he needed, and still leave the mark saying that regardless, he was hers.
Somehow they had moved from the mess on the kitchen table, ending up in the bed. Always to the bed where Sam kept taking until he reached a point of exhaustion and was able to pass out and find some rest. A place where the pain from life dulled away for a few hours before he woke back up in his own personal hell.
She never slept as long as Sam did, but she tried to stick around for as long as possible without making it awkward. She mostly just stayed close, being a companion of some kind, until she felt that he was about to get up, and she pulled away, going to grab her clothes and start to pull herself back together to start the whole cycle all over again. This time, she happened to have a hell of a mess to clean up, but she was just glad it was ketchup he'd spilled all over the place, rather than booze. As far as she was concerned, it was a step in the right direction.
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He sat on the motel bed, just staring at his hands. For about an hour now, just staring. He hadn't heard when Ruby left, nor did he look up when she came back in. He just sat there staring, trying to block out that night from his head, the headache still not faded.
Ruby had brought back food -- the burgers were for him, the fries were for her. If he wanted to contest that ruling, he would have to take it up with someone else, because she really didn't care, especially if he was going to just sit there brooding all night. Ruby didn't do well with brooders, even when they were falling neatly into her hands. So instead, she just dropped the burgers down on the table, picked up one of the extra large fries she had gotten herself and the bottle of ketchup, starting to get ready to eat. "Better eat while they're still hot, Sam. Fried food is gross when it's cold, and the mircowave is busted."
Sam got up, moving over to the table and sat down. His hand instantly went for the bottle of whiskey on the table, then he stopped. He took a deep breath, then shifted his hand to take his burger. Then he noticed that he only had a burger. "Where are my fries?" he asked, looking up at her.
She gave him a look, before pulling out the other burger. "Protein's better for you anyway." And that was true. Plus, despite the ridiculous amount of fat that went into those things, it was probably much healthier than your average potatoes deep fried in oil and loaded with salt. "Plus it'll probably help with the headaches." She wasn't sure of the truth to that one, but she figured she'd throw it out there anyway.
"Yeah, and salt is also good for the body." He reached over and snagged one of her, dipping it in the ketchup.
"You reach that hand over here again, and it might not come back, Sam," Ruby replied, picking up her fries and starting to move it away from him. "Just saying."
"Is that a threat?" He raised an eyebrow. "And just what are you going to do to me?"
She smirked slightly at that, leaning back and licking some stray ketchup off the edge of her hand before shrugging. "I have my ways."
Sam smirked back. "Try me." He reached out to snag another one.
Her hand snapped out, circling around his wrist before he could reach her food. She stood up, leaning forward slightly so that she was in Sam's face a bit, before dropping his hand back into his lap. "I wasn't kidding, Sam," she murmured. "Try it again and you lose it."
He grunted and his lip twitched as she help him like that, then sat back down, watching her. He worked on his burger, watching her. "What if I ask nicely?"
She paused, considering that for a moment, as she swirled a few fries in the ketchup in front of her. "I'd take it under advisement."
He took a thoughtful bite of his burger, then set it down. "Can I have another fry, Ruby? Please?" Note the sarcasm and the faked puppydog eyes.
She made a show of pondering this for a moment, biting down on the ketchup covered end of the fries before responding. " -- No."
He licked his lips, then moved, grabbing her wrist and pulled the fry in her hands to him. And he made sure he never touched it with his hand as he took his own bite, smirking as he licked the ketchup off his lips.
Ruby watched him for a minute, her teeth moving up to catch between her lips, before he released her hand and she went back to what she was doing. "Bending the rules is not gaining you any ground, Sam."
"Who says I want ground. I just want some damn fries which you somehow are under the assumption that you are the only one who can have them." He went back to his burger. "I'm just stealing back what you already stole from me."
"Sam Winchester, I did nothing of the kind. You said you wanted a burger. I got you two. You neglected to mention wanting any fries with your order." And yes, she was playing innocent on this one, but really -- he should know better by now. This was Ruby. She always got her french fries. "Besides, I went out and got the food. I think I get a little leeway here."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine, have the damn fries." And this time he didn't hesitate to grab the whiskey bottle and down a shot.
And Ruby didn't approve of that in the slightest. But considering that she had won her battle, she didn't think it was all that fair to be starting another one. Instead, she just sat with her fries and let him eat. That was the easiest thing to do at the moment.
Of course she didn't approve. He got more emo when he drank. This was Sam Winchester after all. He might also be sulking a bit. And his headache wasn't going away.
"What's wrong?" Spitting it out always seemed to be the best for everyone -- there was no reason she couldn't try and at least keep it that way between them.
"You just manage to suck the fun out of everything," he spat, taking another shot.
"Oh yeah, that's me -- the fun sucker," she rolled her eyes slightly, before turning the second box towards him. "I was teasing, Sam. If you want the damn fries so badly, you can have them."
"Forget it. I don't want them anymore." He pushed away from the table and took the bottle with him as he headed back to the only bed in the motel room.
That got Sam an eyeroll, and really -- the emo fits were only cute the first couple hundred times and after that they started to get a little old. Pushing herself to her feet, she started to make her way over to him, leaving the food on the table. "Sam," she began slowly, rubbing her forehead with one hand lightly.
"Just leave me alone. It's been a long day." He went to find his overnight bag, looking for his pills.
"Or you could just tell me what the hell is going on in that head of yours," Ruby replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Confession's good for the soul, Sam -- or so they say."
"We're no closer to finding Lilith, Ruby. And I'm just tired and my head hurts and it's been awhile since I wasn't able to save the human that the demon was in, ok?" He glared at her, and of course that didn't help the headache. At least his nose had stopped bleeding a few hours ago.
"These things take time, Sam," Ruby sighed. "You can't just run after her and expect to make it out of there alive. You need to be ready."
Sam would be the one to point out that he didn't care if he made it out alive as long as Lilith didn't either. But instead he just looked back at the ground, scowling.
Yeah, Ruby knew he'd be the one to point it out, but she didn't want to hear it. Not now. She'd worked too hard to keep Sam alive for this long, she wasn't going to stop now. "When you're ready, Sam -- it'll be like slicing a knife through butter. No headaches, no pain, nothing. In and out -- done. And it needs to be that easy, or else Lilith's demons are just going to slaughter you on the way out. And not even I'm going to be able to protect you then."
Sam snorted a bit. "Once Lilith is dead, what's left for me to do?"
"You think this whole thing is going to be over once Lilith is dead, Sam? She's not the only really scary bitch to come out of the pit, and she certainly won't be the last." Ruby pushed herself up to her feet with a heavy sigh, and started to cross back over to the food again, trying to roll the aggravation out of her shoulders. "Look, I know you're riding the pity train at the moment with your brother being gone, but there's still people out there who are going to need your help. Lilith's plan isn't going to go unheeded just because she's dead."
"And let me guess, I'm the only one with the power to stop it." He looked up at her. "I'm tired of hearing it. All I want is to see her die. Then let someone else finish this, because I'm done." He stood up. "I've lost everything in my life because of this. And when do I get to rest? When do I get some kind of peace?"
"Don't you get it, Sam? The demons out there -- they're not out to let people have their rest. They just keep coming, and the only way you're ever going to get rest is when every single one of them is dead." She turned back to him, the pleading written all over her face. "I wish I could let you have that. Really, I do. But you're the only one left -- don't you get that? Everyone else who even had the potential to fight this is dead."
He lowered his head, his hand forming a fist that just gently hit the table that their food was on. He wanted to punch something so bad. Mom. Jess. Pastor Jim. Dad. Dean. The demons just kept taking from him. Take Take TAKE. Finally he spun and slammed his fist into the wall before he placed his forehead against it, trying to fight back his frustrated tears.
Ruby closed her eyes for a minute, before starting to make her way over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to be comforting even though she knew it probably wouldn't work. "Sam -- "
"Your fries are getting cold." It was his way of telling her to leave him be for a bit. He didn't look at her, but he also didn't shrug his shoulder to move her hand off him.
She closed her eyes for a moment, letting her forehead rest against Sam's shoulder lightly before pulling away from him and moving back towards the food. He wanted to be left alone, she would leave him alone.
He stayed there a moment, then pushed himself away to go to to the kitchen sink and wash his hand. He had busted a knuckle, but it had already clotted. Then he made his way back to the table... and in a way to let Ruby know he was not going to kill himself anytime soon, he stole one of her fries.
Ruby's eyes narrowed slightly, before she turned to make a grab for his wrist again. Sam Winchester really needed to learn to stay out of her food.
He moved a bit, trying to evade her. And ended up hitting the ketchup bottle.
Leaving a ketchup bottle open is rather ill-advised. Ruby learned that the hard way as the bottle tipped towards her, spilling ketchup down the front of her shirt. She tried to jump to her feet to get out of the way but it still resulted on a rather large stain on the front of her shirt.
Sam took a step away. He looked at her, then couldn't help it with the look on her face, covered in her precious ketchup. He started to laugh.
Ruby's eyes went wide as she peered back at him, before placing her hands on her hips with a mock glare. "What the hell are you laughing at?" She wasn't going to scold him for it, because it was nice to hear him to something other than whine and bitch about his situation. It was nice to see an actual smile on his face.
"You." He looked at his fry, then decided to dip it in the ketchup. "You're hogging the condiments again."
Ruby watched him for a moment, before reaching for the bottle of ketchup. "How selfish of me," she said slowly before turning the bottle on him and squeezing, hard. "Let me share."
"Hey now!" Sam jumped back, but it was too late as he was covered as well. "Now that's just being wasteful."
"Wasteful?" she said with a smirk, before reaching for the fries as she moved closer to him. "You didn't seem to be complaining when it was all over me." Her voice dropped to a low purr as she moved closer, eyeing him carefully.
"But you have a convenient serving tray." He raised his eyebrow.
"And you don't?" she replied, matching his eyebrow raise as she continued moving forward.
Sam looked away for a moment, chuckling before looking back at her. "So it this the point where you talk about eating me up?"
"No," she replied smoothly. "I was just going to use you as a plate. Though, if you'd rather have it the other way around -- ?"
Standing taller, he took a step closer. "You're driving a hard bargain here..."
"Take it or leave it, Sam," she said with a smirk. "You're only going to get it once."
His hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her lips to his, kissing her hard as his other hand pulled her body against his. They were both already covered in ketchup so it wasn't going to do any more damage.
Ruby leaned into the kiss with a grin, moving in closer and gripping his arms tightly, letting her nails dig into his arms.
Sam picks her up, his hand moving her legs around his hips as he guides her to sit on the table. The food scatters a bit, some on the table still, some on the floor. His lips never leave hers though as he kisses her hard.
Ruby leaned back into the table, letting her hands move over Sam's arms, fisting the back of his shirt as she continued the kiss. She hooked her leg over his hip, arching her body to get herself closer and feeling Sam's body brush against hers.
Hands rip at fabric, then his lips leave hers to travel down her neck, working to find some ketchup and smirking as he licked it up.
There was a breathy sound, almost a giggle when she felt his tongue against her skin, before she reached for his shirt, pulling at again as though she was trying to get it over his head.
He pulled back to let the shirt go off and to the floor, landing in a squishy pile from the ketchup that now was streaked on his neck, face and hair. He smirked then went back to kissing her as he made short work on her shirt.
Her tongue darted out slightly, dodging the kiss as she sat up slightly, moving down his neck and licking at the traces of the ketchup as she made her way down, nipping lightly at the base of his neck when she got there.
He growled, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as he took in the sensations. It wouldn't be long before the rest of their clothing would be on the floor by the fireplace and he pinned her to the table, pressed against her tight as they moved together as one sticky, ketchup covered mess. Tasting. Touching. Needing. But not loving. Sam kept that in the back of his head that it wasn't love that they shared.
It was a need for someone. A need, basic human instinct that Sam was only reminded of in the dark of night when he couldn't sleep because there was no snoring. How the driver's seat didn't fit to his body because the cushions were already formed to another body. A need for someone to be there to make the pain go away. To remember what it's like to be alive.
Ruby was nothing like Dean... but Sam needed her. Now more than ever.
Ruby knew that Sam would never allow this to get personal. That this was more of a comfort, just something to keep the way Dean haunted him at bay for a while by focusing on something else. As far as Sam was concerned, they were just two people indulging in each other for long enough to keep the metaphysical demons at bay. It didn't quite mean the same for her, but she wasn't about to jeopardize this for herself by thinking that way. She just gave Sam what he needed, let him take where he could after having so much taken away from him. She kept things rough and distant, leaving deep scratches on his back and arms when he was rough with her, and doing her best to give him what he needed, and still leave the mark saying that regardless, he was hers.
Somehow they had moved from the mess on the kitchen table, ending up in the bed. Always to the bed where Sam kept taking until he reached a point of exhaustion and was able to pass out and find some rest. A place where the pain from life dulled away for a few hours before he woke back up in his own personal hell.
She never slept as long as Sam did, but she tried to stick around for as long as possible without making it awkward. She mostly just stayed close, being a companion of some kind, until she felt that he was about to get up, and she pulled away, going to grab her clothes and start to pull herself back together to start the whole cycle all over again. This time, she happened to have a hell of a mess to clean up, but she was just glad it was ketchup he'd spilled all over the place, rather than booze. As far as she was concerned, it was a step in the right direction.
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