WHO: Sam & Heather. WHAT: Sam's playing nurse. Sort of. WHEN: Evening. WHERE: The Winchester house; their room. RATING: TBD.
Sam couldn't help but feel partially guilty for Heater's antics on the board. He was supposed to be watching out for her while she was all banged up like this; he was supposed to watch out for her all the time. But he had been so distracted with his research on Lilith that Sam had lost track of time and had forgotten to check up on her after she'd taken her medication. It wasn't until he refreshed his page on the boards that he noticed what was going on with Heather. Straight after her sex talk, Sam managed to convince her to get off the computer until she sobered up a little.
She was up and awake now, demanding toast. Sam wasn't exactly the best cook in the world, but he figured that even he could manage to piece together a few slices without burning anything. Which was wrong, since he accidentally burned the toast twice before finally getting it the right way. Stacking a few slices onto a plate, Sam moved to the fridge and poured her a glass of orange juice before he started his way up the stairs and into their room. He nudged the door open with his shoulder and, after acknowledging Heather, set the food and juice down.
"How're you feeling?" He asked, turning to look over at her. "Did you take anymore medicine?"