Who: Sam Winchester + Deryn What: Comforting When: After he visits Dean’s sleeping form at the hospital Where: Her Place Rating: TBD/Low Trigger Warning (Dean is suffering from alcohol withdrawl, and the comforting aspect will likely lead to Sam getting some.) Status: Complete
It’d been a long day. A long few days. Sam was getting used to sleeping at Deryn’s place, though. It was better sleep than spending the nights at his place on his own. The hospital was sterile. His brother was unconscious. He delivered coffee for unemotional Cas. He hung around for a while, but told Cas to text him when Dean woke, so he could come and see his brother awake. It didn’t do either of them any good for Sam to hang around there... doing nothing.
He went straight to Deryn’s place and knocked on the door. He just needed... well, he needed some chocolate and to hold her in his arms. That sounded like the perfect way to spend the next couple of hours.
Deryn answered the door in an almost record time. Her face was full of flour and sugar and her hands weren’t much better off, but she offered Sam a gentle smile anyway. “Hey, Sam,” she greeted -- much like she always did. “Are you okay? How’s your brother?” She stepped aside to let him in.
“Hey.” The sight of Deryn covered in flour made Sam grin a bright grin. He was tired, and still worried, but being at his girlfriend’s place made everything better. “He’s all right. He’s... detoxing. It’s caused some complications.” He explained, then leaned over to tap a kiss against her cheek. When he pulled back up to his full height, he may or may not have had flour all over his lips and cheek as well.
He definitely did. But it was adorable, and kind of made him look a little more innocent, and so Deryn didn’t say anything before leaning around him to close the door behind them.
“That sounds kind of awful,” she noted, sounding a little worried. “But I’m making him a pie, so maybe that will help?” She took his hand and lead him into the kitchen. She had chocolate muffins waiting there for Sam.
“A pie will help.” Sam laced his fingers through hers and followed him to the kitchen. He didn’t want to let her go, even though he knew he had to so that she could cook.
Mostly things were in the oven now, and everything else could wait a bit. Deryn tugged him closer to the sink so she could shove both of their hands under the faucet. Hey, if he didn’t want to let go, he’d just have to get his hands washed too.
“So, I’ve been thinking.”
Sam was tugged to the faucet. With amusement he let her wash his hands. “Oh?” He asked, eager to let her distract him from his own troubles, his own worries about Dean.
Slathering some soap on the both of their hands, Deryn giggled, amused, and scrubbed until there were bubbles floating out of the sink. “Yeah. You know how you always seem to knock on the door when I’m baking? I think you should probably just have a key. To. You know. Let yourself in.”
Sam was grinning as he watched her washing his hands. She was so gentle, so thorough. It was one of the many things he loved about her. She never half-assed things if she could help it. “Really? You want to give me a key to your place?” He’d thought about it, too. She should have one to his place, though he wasn’t sure if it would ever get used. They tended to stay here a lot. With the bird.
Mr. Spock did have a name, Sam.
“Yeah!” Deryn grinned, and pulled away enough to grab them a towel that didn’t have flour all over it in order to dry their hands. “I mean, it’s easier right? And I never mind when you come over, even when it’s a surprise, so it could be nice.”
“Okay.” Sam nodded. They were in love with each other, they made a good couple, they were compatible. This was the next step toward moving in, the next step toward spending the rest of their lives together, however they planned on doing that. “Sounds like a good idea to me. I won’t have to call ahead anymore.” He would probably spend most of his nights with her. Even more than he did now.
She’d like that -- while her place wasn’t technically bigger than Sam’s it was very cosy. She’d really done her best with it.
“I think I have a spare one already, actually.” She laughed, tugging him down for a kiss before moving to the oven to check on her pie. “I lock myself out an awful lot.” She didn’t even sound ashamed.
She shouldn’t be. Part of what made her so cute, so charming, was her forgetfulness. Her flighty nature. Sam was in love with it. He was in love with her. He really, really, sincerely hoped that nothing would get in the way, nothing would harm what they had. So many of his relationships or potential relationships in the dream world ended badly. Hell, even in this world. Jessica in the fire... It was too much.
“I’ll get you a spare to my place, too. And then you can call me whenever you lock yourself out, and I can come be your knight in shining armor.”
Deryn’s smile at that was beyond dazzling, and she gave a happy laugh before bouncing back on her heels a little. “That’s just perfect,” she said, and turned the oven off before retrieving hotpads to take the pie out.
“There’s a key on the fridge. In the envelope? And muffins! On the counter! Just for you.”
Sam wanted to swoop her up into his arms and kiss her until they were both breathless. But he refrained. She had pie cooking. He moved to the fridge and took the little envelope, then put the key on his keychain in silence. It was a reverent silence, as if this was a magical, precious moment that he didn’t want to mess up with words. Then he moved to the counter and picked up a muffin for a snack.
The muffin was pretty reverent and precious too. But that didn’t stop Deryn from making entirely too much noise when she pulled a plastic tumbler down from a cabinet and pouring Sam a glass of milk. “Better now?” She asked, almost gently.
“Everything’s better when I’m here.” Sam said. He wrapped his arm around her, hugging her close in against his body. “Thank you.” He had to dip down to press a kiss into her hair, but it was totally worth it.