Sam Winchester (sammmy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-02 15:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, j'onn j'onzz (martian manhunter), sam winchester |
How are you?
Who: John Jones and Sam Winchester
When: Recently (Circa July 20)
Where: Pub
What: Drinks between friends
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete
Sam was in the pub with the pint glasses and pitcher of beer sitting on the table next to him. He’d found a place near the dart board, which was pretty much unused on this day and time. They could have it to themselves.
John headed in, smiling, having told AJ where he was headed. He loved being able to tell her about his friends, and even bring them home some time, but she respected his want to just hang with them sometimes too and he was glad of it. She was awesome. When he spotted Sam, he raised a hand. “Sam! Good to see you!”
“John!” Sam said, giving his friend a smile. “Come on over. I’ve got the pitcher. “ He stood to shake his friend’s hand, to do that half-hug, shoulder punch thing. You know, that thing guys do. “How’ve you been? How’s married life?” He felt like he had to ask every time he saw his friend.
John moved to the man and shook his hand and chuckled at the awkward move. “I’m good. How are you?”
John smiled at his friend, grinning wider at his questions. “Married life is still awesome, and fun. Lots of good times, and good sex.” Why yes, John was in an odd mood.
Sam nodded. “I’m... surviving.” He moved to take his seat again, and pour John a beer from the pitcher, then topped off his own glass. A little chuckle escaped him. “Well, I should hope so. Still honeymooners, really.” He gulped down some beer, then smirked. “Does it get better after marriage? Because I’ve got no complaints right now.”
“It does. I think so, anyway. There is an element of depth to marriage and in my case at least, the wifely one has become even more... open.” He sipped his drink. “With her dreams and mine, and the crazy that happens around here, we still manage to talk and snuggle. And that, i think, is the best part.”
“More... open?” Sam asked, his eyebrows raising, playfully. “We’re talking about stuff in the bedroom, kind of open?” He added, breaking into a smirk. He and Deryn were fairly traditional lovers, but they kept each other very happy. “Snuggling is important. Especially with all the crap we have to deal with around here.”
“That especially, but in all ways, really.” John smiled, chuckling. He nodded as he listened. “Definitely. Snuggling is very important, as is talking. And sex, sex is fun.” He chuckled again.
“Very fun.”
Sam laughed and shook his head. “Sex is fun.” He said, nodding. Then he stood and grabbed the carton of darts. “You up for a game? Whenever we play, I always seem to learn something new.”
“Yes it is.” He chuckled, then nodded, and followed. “Sounds like fun. How has work been?” John had been practicing at darts at work, but not yet become a master. Maybe some day.
“Good. It’s good to be my own boss.” Sam said, nodding once. “Working with Percy is great, too. I think we compliment each other well.” He pulled out some darts to hand over to his friend. “You’re up first.”
“Good! I’m glad things are working out for you.” John flashed him a smile, and then considered the darts and the board. He nodded. “How is Deryn?” He lofted a dart along the avenue and watched it hit, almost dead center.
“She’s amazing.” Sam said, watching how John took his shots. “I gave her a ring.” He said, then lifted his glass for a gulp.
John’s eyebrows rose and he laughed for job. “Congratulations!” John slapped Sam’s arm.
“Now which ring, and why?”
Sam chuckled a little and shook his head. “Not that kind of ring, no. It’s just a little, gold flower.” He brought his finger and thumb together to notate something about the size of a dime, maybe a little smaller, and held it against his fist--as if to show where the ring would be on her hand. “Just to show her how much I love her. Almost like a promise ring. I can’t see any life path in front of me except for one where she’s a huge part of it.”
John smiled. “Still and all, a good thing.” He grinned at Sam, and lofted a new dart, and slammed it home, followed by a couple on the edges, but in a direct line with the others. He shrugged, then turned to Sam. “It’s a good thing, indeed. Showing her you care is important.”
Sam stepped over to take his turn when John was finished. “I hope that I show her enough. Every day, really. I want her to know it.” Now that Dean was back in his life, Sam needed a rock. Deryn was the one who fit that bill. Sam lifted his darts and let them fly. He wasn’t as good at this game as John was.
John watched him play and nodded. “Its good to have someone you can count on in your life, a partner, one who won't judge you.” It had been his saving grace.
Sam nodded. “She’s stood by me, that’s for sure. Even when things got a little crazy.” Taking over the firm, having those insane dreams, Dean reappearing. It was all a lot for him to handle, and she’d been there for him every step of the way.
“Good. That’s what counts. Not the dreams, the weird happenings, or anything. Just the standing by each other and communicating. When nothing else is there, those two things can mean a lot.” He sipped his drink.
Sam finished throwing his last dart. He didn’t do nearly as well as John, but better than the last time he’d tried. “Yeah. You’re right.” He said, then moved forward to collect up all six darts, and handed three back over to John. “When it all boils down to it, we’re all we’ve got.”
John nodded. “And it’s good to not be alone.” He was very glad he had AJ, and even friends like Sam. “What else have you been up to lately?”
“My brother came back into town.” Sam said after a moment of hesitation, plopping onto his stool to drink more beer. Talking about Dean meant all the beer was needed.
John raised an eyebrow. “Oh. How are... things with you two?” He settled next to him, and waved a hand for more beers to be delivered as he sipped his own.
Sam gave a shrug. “I have no idea who he is. I haven’t seen him in a decade.” He felt a little awkward around his brother. Everything seemed so... dramatic. Dean had been through so much trauma, Sam didn’t know how to handle it. Besides, he had so much dream shit to work through. He didn’t know how to handle both.
John winced and nodded. “I’m sorry. It’s been so long since I’ve seen my brothers, I might feel the same way if I saw them again.” John smiled a little. “Maybe in time the two of you can relate as who you are now.”
“Maybe. Hopefully. I’m sure it’ll all work out eventually.” He took the darts over to the dartboard and chucked them with such power that they popped off the thing. His hands were shaking a little with emotion. “These dreams are getting to me. Dean’s getting to me. I really need a few shots of whiskey, and to go home and sleep it off.”
John nodded. “Then a few shots you’ll have. Barkeep!” John ordered the good stuff then, the old stuff. And he said to Sam. “Drink some water, or else you’ll harte life more tomorrow.” He would do his best for this man he cared for, his brother, in a way. He would do his damnedest.
“Yeah, definitely. Lots of water.” Sam gave a gentle thanks, and then finished the last of his beer, preparing for the shots. He lifted a hand and clapped John’s shoulder. “Thanks, man. I needed this.”
“Anytime. What else are friends for?” He gently clapped a hand on Sam’s shoulder, and raised a shot to Sam. “To finding out own pace in a crazy world.” And he threw one back...