there's gotta be a morning after; [for Sam]

[neptune_sleuth]

The first thing she felt was safe. Then came good. Then came consciousness.

The morning after - a period of time famed for its effects on short term memory and, in some situations, the digestive tract. While I don't feel any pressing need to kneel before the porcelain goddess, I do know something is up. Of course, that something might be the arms

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[unchosen_son]

Sam had been awake for a while, but he'd been used to just lying in bed and keeping his eyes closed to pretend to sleep. Dean used to question him if he wasn't sleeping and during that long span of nightmares, faking it had become useful. When he felt her move, he shifted a little, hair falling over his forehead as he bent his head to rest his forehead against her temple.

"If you're gonna run off," he mumbled lazily, tired, but not upset or worried in any way, "I'm really gonna need some cookies to heal my pain."

And he just eased in and tugged her a bit closer.

He'd meant what he said. And yeah, he hadn't meant to let it all spill, but now that it had...so what? He felt that way. Dean was gone. And he had moved on. Scary as it was and as much as he desperately needed his brother, he had moved on and turned to a friend. And then had to go and fall for her, which hadn't been Plan A, but wasn't entirely a crappy Plan B.

[neptune_sleuth]

Alright, so believing him had been the right move. At least, it looked that way. Caution and relief were duking it out and relief was winning by a landslide, the sense of being safe hitting her all over again. So that was what that felt like.

"We already covered this," Veronica murmured, reaching up give him a playful push, then letting her hand rest where it was. "No cookies. This whole running thing, it takes too much energy."

She never wanted to be the one to run, the one to leave - not physically. Tentatively, she was staying put emotionally, too.

[unchosen_son]

He gave a quiet laugh, opening his eyes for the first time that day and he was way more glad than anything that when he saw her, he felt the same as always, that it wasn't some trick of his emotions. "I don't know," he admitted. "I hear there's good ways of expending energy." Leaning in, he kissed her slowly. "Like this one," was mumbled softly against her lips.

[neptune_sleuth]

"Mm, I like that one," she said softly, tipping her head up to kiss him tenderly. Putting her arms around him, she smiled against his mouth, then pulled back scant millimeters. "It doesn't involve running. Or baking." They fit together, lying here, and the rightness of it was putting her at ease again.

[unchosen_son]

Sam just held onto her, peering up into her eyes and stroking back her hair. "So, hey," he exhaled, brow a bit furrowed. "Am I allowed to ask questions?"

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica considered that. "Yeah," she said at last, nodding her head and letting out her breath slowly. "Yeah." She wasn't so sure how much she would be willing to answer, but... "What is it you want to know?"

[unchosen_son]

Sam eased by, gently stroking his fingers over her hair, looking over her face. "What exactly are we, now?"

[neptune_sleuth]

"I don't know." It was kind of a relief, to be able to give him an honest answer. Veronica shook her head, turning it so she was looking more at the pillow than at Sam. "What do you want us to be?"

[unchosen_son]

Sam just studied her for a second until the nerves got the best of him. He cleared his throat and shrugged. "I uh...I mean, usually, I guess this means we're dating?"

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica worried her lower lip thoughtfully, turning her eyes slowly up to him. And then she smiled - faintly, just as slow, but almost smug. "Dating's good," she affirmed, playing at nonchalance. "Like..." She drew out the word, considering what she would say next. "Boyfriend-girlfriend? Or are you planning to wine and dine me with long walks on the beach in the moonlight? 'cause I'd say it's kind of obvious I'm won already, but I might like being wooed."

[unchosen_son]

Sam laughed a little and nodded. "I think I could arrange for some wooing," he offered, kissing her slowly to seal those words. "Wanna be my girlfriend? It doesn't pay great, but there's perks. You get piggyback rides everywhere."

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica's eyebrow raised and she grinned appreciatively. "I like piggyback rides," she said, teasingly slow. "Maybe we can work something out here." Putting her weight on one arm with the other still around him, she pushed herself up to kiss him again tenderly, lingering before she added, "Mm, did I mention yes? Because yes."

[unchosen_son]

Sam grinned at that, pretty damn happy because...yeah, way more than just a little happy. He rolled a little until she was on top of him. "So uh, is your Dad gonna kill me now?"

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica laughed, pinning an arm on either side of him and shrugging one shoulder. "Maybe," she said, and her voice slipped into a well-faked Southern accent as she continued. "I mean, you did compromise my honor, keepin' me here all night." Shifting back into her normal voice, she shrugged again and leaned in to kiss him. "Leave him to me. We might get a stay of execution."

[unchosen_son]

"And I was such a good guy," he protested with a scoff. "All that not undressing and not touching and not getting to second base," he said, sounding very much put upon. "He's still gonna kill me," he laughed, leaning up to steal another kiss. "So, who else do I have to please to stay alive?"

[neptune_sleuth]

"You were," Veronica agreed approvingly. That had earned him points, too. "To stay alive? Hmm." She pursed her lips in a mock-thoughtful pout, brow-furrowing. "Me. Please me and I think I can handle the rest." At least, she hoped she could.