WHO: Sam & Faith. WHAT: Putting a bed together. Not as easy as it looks. WHEN: Late afternoon. WHERE: The Winchester home. RATING: TBD. STATUS: In progress.
"Son of a..." Sam groaned out in irritation, leaning back away from the metal bar that he had only just, rather sharply, snapped down roughly onto his hand during his attempt at securing the support for the new bed that he had purchased. Shaking his hand with a grimace, Sam peered off at Faith and shook his head. "I'm really not a fan of actually sitting down and doing..." He gestured toward the scattered pieces spread out across the vacant space his old bed had formerly occupied. "...these kind of things. I'm really not all that handy." Nope, Sam left that kind of work to Bobby, Dad, and Dean. Hell, he was pretty sure that his own mother was more useful around the house with this sort of stuff than he was. He blamed his lack of knowledge on basics like successfully putting objects together that most people could on the fact that he never really had to do it before. It was usually from motel room to motel room to...well, another motel room. Settling down, doing the normal thing? It was hard. Also painful. He looked down at his hand again. It certainly wasn't about to fall off and it wasn't bleeding, so it was obviously going to be fine. Even if smacking it against that metal like that had left his knuckles feeling rather sore.
"Is this even the right piece?" Sam lifted it and examined the bar. He had given Faith the little instructional pamphlet that had come along with everything, immediately assuming the role of being the man and doing all the manly-like things while Faith got to do the reading. Obviously, that wasn't working out so well.
Even if setting his bed up was turning out to be a pain in the ass, Sam was glad that Faith was here to do it with him. He had decided on this whole thing for her sake from the start, just to make her a bit more comfortable with having a bed around that was new. It was like it was there for her to claim. It was her bed, too, and hopefully it'd erase all those bad ideas of someone else occupying it with him from her mind. That had been the intention. Sam certainly wasn't looking to rush her into sex after all that they had been through, but he'd at least like to see her around without noting that awkward way she held herself every time she ventured into his room. This would help. It had to.
Plus, they were bonding. Sort of. And God knew that they needed more of that lately.