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[smartwinchester]

Who: Sam Winchester [smartwinchester] and Buffy Summers [called
What: THIS IS A COMPLETELY SELF-INDULGENT CUDDLING LOG.
When: Today I don't know what day it is sob 8(
Where: The House of Odin!
Rating: It's a cuddling log ok.

[Sam is dozing on the couch in the den of Odin, one arm falling over it so that his fingers just brush the carpet. It's a lazy day -- empty, mostly, and for once, Sam feels tired enough to just... relax.

His breathing is slow and even and he's just... barely... on the cusp of sleep.

He doesn't actually get there, though, not quite yet.

Lucifer rattles the curtains loud enough to keep him just slightly awake.]

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[stakes]

[ Buffy's decided that she can come and go from Odin pretty freely by this point. Dawn's here. Sam's here. So she doesn't even bother knocking anymore and when she walks in, someone directs her to her almost-sleeping boyfriend-ish-thing. Is there even a title? They're a thing. It's kind of official and kind of exclusive. But saying boyfriend... it feels so highschool to her. Nevermind that highschool wasn't that long ago.

So. Bluh-blah-bluh aside, in walks Buffy, though ... quietly, because she doesn't wanna wake him up. From what she understands of his life of late, he doesn't get much sleep, and he doesn't get much rest even when he does. They have that in common.

Instead of saying hello, or letting him know she's there by traditional means, she slips her shoes off at the end of the couch and quietly settles onto it, leaning in and nestling close to him. Hopefully it'll be a nice surprise. ]

[smartwinchester]

[Sam lets out a long breath as Buffy settles next to him, and though he opens his eyes a little to see who it is, he abruptly relaxes again once he realizes it's not a hallucination and just Buffy.

He even adjusts himself so that she's a little more comfortable.]

[stakes]

[ Oh, that's nice. She'll just snuggle right up, then. And she smiles, though she's also decided she wants to close her eyes. ]

You're all cozy. Nap-town USA today, Mister Winchester?

[smartwinchester]

Mister Winchester was my dad.

[It's an automatic response, though he obviously isn't seriously correcting her.]

And I didn't sleep last night. Thought I would now.

[stakes]

[ That gets a giggle - not a laugh, a girly giggle, possibly with a snort or two - out of her. ] Okay, semantics captain.

[ Oh. She cranes her neck a little and pouts slightly, wrinkling her nose and looking right at him. ]

Am I sleep-inhibiting? 'Cause I can go. I get the insomnia thing - big on the no fun.

[smartwinchester]

Oh, come on, that wasn't even that bad.

[He can totally get more semantic-y, tyvm.]

And nah, it's fine. I wasn't really asleep.

[Not all the way, anyway. He offers her half a smile.]

[stakes]

No, but -- I mean, you're Mister Winchester, too. Technically. Junior Mister maybe? Or is that Dean's thing?

[ Oh okay, phew. She scootches up inch by inch and plants one on him, still smiling. ]

Then I will continue to interrupt. Ish. I can quiet down, though. Really, quiety quiet. So you can actually sleep.

[smartwinchester]

Definitely Dean's thing. I'm the black sheep.

[He opens his eyes at the scootching just as she kisses him, which causes him to grin into it juuuust a little bit.]

Quiety quiet.

[Sam is going to time how long she lasts.]

[stakes]

You? You're like -- I dunno. Captain America-grade boyscout levels of non-black-sheepiness. I mean, there's the whole... Lucifer thing and all that, but I'm totally not counting that.

[ Yeah, you like kisses, Sam. Buffy gives good kisses. And then she nestles and settles and actually, she's perfectly content to lay in the quiet with him. She likes him... A lot. It's not that awkward kind of silence that can happen, either. It's a silence without tension. Relaxing. Comfortable. Comforting.

It's the most normal she's felt in a long time. ]

[smartwinchester]

In my family, wanting to go to school instead of learning how to shoot demons was weird.

[With half a laugh, as he watches the ceiling, his breathing even.]

[stakes]

When I told my mom who -- what I was... She asked me if I could stop being a Slayer. She told me that if I left her house to do what I had to do, that I shouldn't come back. It took awhile to patch that up, but it was like -- I don't know, some big... coming out thing. She just wanted me to be normal again. She didn't get it. Kinda opposites, aren't we?

[ SRS. But she lets that go and ... settles. She nestles her head close to his chest and drapes her arm over him, the other neatly tucked against the cushions and underneath her. It's nice, laying against him like this. She can very clearly make out his heartbeat. It's kind of like a lullaby; and the smile on her face just... stays there despite her random driftings in and out of snoozeland. ]

[smartwinchester]

[ -- weird. The whole 'if you walk out that door, you're never coming back!' thing hasn't crossed his mind in a long time. But hearing it again makes him frown slightly and his arm tightens slightly around her shoulders. It's a minuscule movement, but enough for a comfort.]

Normal wasn't ever really an option for me.

I tried, though.

[Really, really, really hard. But it fell apart. Inevitably.]

[stakes]

[ ... He gets her all the time and that's part of why his minor setbacks - also known as Luufer Madness - do not bug her. She gives a light squeeze back. ]

Same here. Didn't last. Ever. So, y'know... I settled for the fact that I could still go get a mocha without being bitten, at least.

[ SUNSHINEY SIDE. 8( poor sam. ]

[smartwinchester]

[His chest rises and falls with half a laugh.]

Yeah, that's the general consensus of pretty much everyone in my world.

[stakes]

Sometimes it's kinda surprising they aren't the same world, yanno? The parallels are almost freaky.

[smartwinchester]

I wouldn't want you to come to my world.

[It's quiet, as he lets his eyes close slowly again.]

It's kind of a hopeless place lately.

[stakes]

Which is maybe why you need a Slayer around. I mean, I'm already dead, so...

[ Except apparently she comes back to life in the future? News at 11. She's quieter now, too. ]

I could help you.

[smartwinchester]

I'm pretty sure your world needs you more than mine does.

[Their world has the Winchesters, still. How long that's going to last has yet to be determined. With Sam's crumbling sanity, who knows how long it's going to be before he's a drooling mess on the floor? But he doesn't think about that -- in fact, he carefully pushes it out of his mind, and focuses instead on resting his cheek against the top of her hair, relaxing just a little more.]

[stakes]

Maybe... But - I dunno. Again with the already being dead.

[ Oh my gosh Sam don't talk about you not lasting. She doesn't like that shit. Okay?? OKAY? NO DROOLING MESSES EVEN IF SHE HAS TO KILL EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH TO KEEP IT THAT WAY. ]

[smartwinchester]

Already being dead doesn't mean much in my world. I've died a couple of times. The angels just bring me back.

[It's said lazily. Sam is almost half asleep again. And this line of reasoning is totally logical in his head, okay.]

[stakes]

I'm on time two... And according to Dawn, I come back, but... Clearly I'm here anyway... -- we should really play count-the-death-toll someday...

[ She's just as mumbly and she nestles more closely to him, humming lightly in the snugless. ]