Sam slipped out of the passenger seat of Dee's car and onto wobbly legs. One of his hips popped in quiet annoyance for sitting for so long. Well, they were home now so it could stop complaining. Sam stretched a little and closed the car door behind him
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"That's funny. That's the exact same thing that Dean said," he mused. His girlfriend and his brother were way too much alike for his subconscious to be happy with it but... wouldn't be the first time. I mean, Jess and him had the same birthday for fuck 's sake. Yeah, he didn't want to think about it too much. On with the tour.
"So this is where I spend most of my time," he said as he led her from the first main hall to the very large and now very much Sam's library. "Apparently the Winchesters back in the day were big research nuts. Collected every piece of knowledge on everything supernatural in the world. Its amazing."
He figured she wouldn't be as amazed as he was when he first got here but... there were still books he hadn't even touched in here yet. One day though, hopefully before the trials ended up killing him, he'd be able to go through everything for Dean to make sure it was easier to find and understand the lore on whatever creature he was hunting that week. Not that he hoped he would die but... in case he did. He didn't want to make things harder on Dean cause... well... Sam had already made it hard on him enough as it is.
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Her fingertips drag along the wood of one of the tables in the room as she walks around it to stand in front of Sam. "I'm glad that you wanted to share this place with me. Hope you know that." Dee kisses his lips lightly before resting back on her heels. "On with the tour?"
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His smile was even softer when she kissed him, his hand coming up to rest gently on her upper arm. "Yeah, sure," he said as he pushed himself off of the wall to show her the next room. He lead her back behind the stairs to the infirmary.
"This is where we mend our wounds," he said, again, leaning up against a wall to rest. Why the hell was he so damn tired?
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Dee puts her hand in his as he leads her to the other room. She looks around in the infirmary and nods. Of course they would have a place to tend to their wounds. While she walked about the room, Dee looks over to see Sam leaning against the wall again, looking a little tired.
"Hey..." She walks up over to him and tilts her head. "You okay?"
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He smiled a bit wider, taking her hand gently in his and pulling her back out of the infirmary. "And now to show you our new found dungeon." He chuckled a little, wondering how'd she take it.
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"You guys have a dungeon? Wow. This place has everything." When they walked into the room, Dee grins and walks into the middle of the symbol on the floor. There sat a chair with iron cuffs and it bolted to the floor.
"You weren't kidding. You guys really have a dungeon."
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Again he leaned on the back of the bookcase/door. At least he wasn't out of breath. He was just super tired. Well, he did do a lot of stuff this week. Hunting down people and figuring out how to cure demons...
The last trial was just around the corner and here he was showing his girlfriend his and his brother's place.
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There was something he was holding back from her. But, Dee wasn't going to push. He was stubborn in that way and it took a lot for her to even consider giving them a chance as a couple. That was still one topic he still kind of fought her on. But, she would stick with him for as long as he would let her. Sam was worth it even if he didn't see that.
"Have you used this place yet?"
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"It'll come in handy later though. Just in case we decide to open a S&M club down here," he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. No need to get this whole thing down in a bad mood.
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Dee laughs at his joke about turning it into an S&M club and walks around the chair to stand in front of him. Her hands rested on his chest as she looks up at him. "With this generation? There would be a lot of sex deprived housewives that have read Fifty Shades of Grey way too many times."
She grins as she jokes back with him. Her hands smoothly moved down his chest to rest at his waist. "And where is your room?"
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His smile spread across his lips as she joked back with him, forcing his dimples to show. He loved the feeling of her hands on him. Damn he loved her.
"Uh... My room is back down that way," he said, pointing back the way they came. "There's nothing in there. Just old books and a bed... But... but we don't have to go there. There's lots of other places in the bunker. Probably hidden ones too."
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"Baby...we have all day to explore this place. Right now? I think you need a bed and some cuddle time." With that said, Dee smiles at him and kisses him lightly before placing her hand back in his. "C'mon. Let's go get some rest and then maybe some lunch after that...then we can go look for hidden rooms. Maybe one you could get lucky in."
She winks and lightly pulls him from the door so they could head down the hallway.
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He chuckled at the implication that he'd get lucky in one of the rooms they'd find. He was too tired for that. Probably even too weak to get it up and keep it up. Yeah... Some boyfriend he was. Couldn't even stand upright for more than 10 minutes at a time.
He nodded a little, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before following her back down the hall. "Yeah, sounds like a good plan."
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Once they made it to his room and they walk inside, Dee looks around. It was simple. There were some books lying on the night stand and a couple on the bed he must have been reading before she got a hold of him. She walks over to the bed and marks the pages of the books and sets them aside before laying down on the bed and rolling over so that he could lay beside her.
Dee pats the one side gently as she looks at him. "You need to rest."
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But in the end he was glad it was him and not Dean doing these trials. Dean didn't need this as much as he did. Dean didn't need the forgiveness and cleansing as much as Dean did. Hell, Dean didn't need forgiveness and cleansing at all. Big brother had already made amends with everything.
Sam was the one still coughing up demon blood. At least that's what he figured his body was doing. Purging out the darkness. He'd die pure and Sam was okay with that.
He couldn't tell Dee that though. She'd find out soon enough just how sick he was, just how dead on his feet he was. Hell, he was amazed he was still able to perform bedroom activities like that last night.
Sam stood by his bedroom door, watching Dee clean off his bed. He liked having his own room but it didn't look as lived in as Dean's. He didn't want Dean to have to pack up too much stuff when he died after the trials.
Yeah... that was a good way to think, Sam...
When the bed was cleaned off by the woman he swore was gonna hate him by the time he died, he sat down on the opposite edge of it. Shrugging off his jacket he kept his eyes on the floor. He hated the feeling of being taken care of. Especially now. He wanted everything to be alright. He wanted a life with Dee outside of this bunker but... none of that was gonna happen.
"Thanks," he murmured over his shoulder before laying down on his back sunken eyes closing quickly. Why was he just so fucking tired all the time. Good thing killing a hell hound was the first trial. Sam wasn't even sure he had enough strength to do a push up, let alone keep a hell hound from eating his face.
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Once his bed was cleaned off and he sat down, her hand lightly rubs his back before Sam finally laid back and automatically closed his eyes. Dee grins and curls up to his side lightly running her fingers through his hair.
"Didn't think I wore you out that bad last night."
Since Sam wasn't going to talk about what was making him so tired and draining him, Dee simply made a joke about last night. He was a great lover whether he thought that or not. Never did Dee have a man that paid attention to her body the way he did and it didn't surprise her how fast she fell for him.
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