WHO: Faith Lehane and Sam Winchester. WHAT: At the end of the day, there's only one place that Sam wants to be. WHEN: Late evening! WHERE: The Hyperion; Faith's room. RATING: TBD. STATUS: In progress.
Having spent the day caught between work and pinning down the details for a hunt that seemed to be particularly interesting in comparison to the usual vampire bust-ups that he'd been wrangled into recently, Sam had been more than eager to get out to The Hyperion, knowing well enough that he'd find company there that didn't include his tempermental boss or completely freaked civilians. It was certainly something that he was looking forward to more and more lately. He'd wake up, get through the boring daily routines, then he'd whisk off to the hotel that he had once been entirely for avoiding. It was still odd being there, as it was the place that he had downright refused to join up in when he first arrived in L.A. himself, but Faith's room felt like a completely different place once he got inside it. The aspect of it being part of this entire operation run by this supposed Champion and whatnot completely vanished whenever he stepped into her room and saw her. It became less of a home for people organized to fight against all things bad and more like a random motel room stuck on the side of an old highway. The kind of thing that Sam was one hundred percent more comfortable with because that, despite what others might have thought about it, felt more like home to him than anything outside of the Winchesters place did.
It showed, too, that he was feeling less uncomfortable. Like now. Before, he'd awkwardly stand around and look for something to distract himself with if he and Faith weren't already doing things. Now he was sprawled across Faith's bed with his laptop set in front of him, perfectly settled in as though he were hanging out in a place that he went to all the time. A few pillows were sloppily pressed between his back and the headboard, keeping him comfortably situated, as Sam stared down at the glow of the screen. Brows knitting together in concentration, Sam muttered something under his breath as he read along the jumbled wording from the page before him. He had promised himself that he was going to become more accustomed to the different versions of the exorcisms that they had around here in the event that he'd find something that he couldn't quite take out on his own, but the task was proving to be a lot more difficult than he'd originally thought it would be. Sam was good with his memory, sure enough, but having to read this was frustrating. Especially when it mixed up with the few from home that he had already stocked up. He was almost afraid that if he got these down, he'd lose the others in the process.
"These exorcisms suck," he stated, lifting his eyes from the screen. Sam had told Faith that this was his goal for the night, that he was going to get some of this down if it killed him, but he was having a hard time concentrating. Probably not a good idea, going to visit his girlfriend and then trying to do research at the same time. Ah, well. He'd learn.