There's something lurking in the kitchen. Usually, he'd be found here anyway, helping himself to some red velvet cake in the fridge, but tonight, he's hungry for something different, something more sensual and less innocent
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Sam is not sleeping well of late. Not really doing anything well, really, it has to be said. With the falling out with Dean, he feels a little like he's starting to fall apart around the edges and doesn't know how to fix it, no matter how fervently he wants to.
So he's making his way down to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes wearily, hoping for something soothing. Tea, maybe. Or warm milk, so help him.
If he doesn't sleep soon things will just get worse, he knows that.
The thing that might be Tsuzuki watches him in silence for a while, trying to remain unobtrusive as possible for the moment. This one looks quite tasty, but he has to be careful and not scare him off.
"Having a rough night?" he drawls. Which is about to get rougher, he thinks.
Sam looks up sharply just as he was starting to poke his head in the fridge, tensing. There's something about the voice that twangs across his nerves, somewhat reminiscent. Somewhat...
"Yeah, little bit," he says, finally. "Just getting something to drink."
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So he's making his way down to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes wearily, hoping for something soothing. Tea, maybe. Or warm milk, so help him.
If he doesn't sleep soon things will just get worse, he knows that.
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"Having a rough night?" he drawls. Which is about to get rougher, he thinks.
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"Yeah, little bit," he says, finally. "Just getting something to drink."
Trying to make out Tsuzuki in the half dark.
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