[MW] Make a change.
[Set in Come as You Are. Alice is scent_ofbooks and used with permission from her mun who made a request for a Sam/Alice kiss.]
Sam didn’t regret his choice to get out of the life. At all.
It wasn’t that he didn’t see the value of the work, or that it wasn’t a part of him, he just couldn’t do it anymore. He wasn’t even sure if it was something that Alastair had done while he was down on the rack. Something was just different when he came back, something that just killed any desire to get out there and hunt these things that have plagued his life since before he was born. He wasn’t being stupid about it. He knew he had to protect himself and had warded Alice’s apartment as much as he could without being outwardly noticeable, but as far as looking for hunts in the paper, and going on hunts with Dean, he was done. It might have worried him that this didn’t seem to bother Dean at all, but he was glad to not have the fight to deal with. Instead, he could choose to focus on other things.
Like figuring out what the hell he wanted to do with his life.
It wasn’t like Alice needed someone to help support her. She was okay financially. There wasn’t really a rush for him to find something to do, but after he found himself getting sucked into yet another soap opera, he figured it was time for him to get off the couch. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do, but after his first trip through the classifieds was a bust, he figured that getting a job might not be the best way to go. He was legally dead, after all. And he didn’t want to start out with his first impression in a place that he wanted to call ‘home’ as a lie. If he could find some work under the table to keep him occupied, that would be fine, but for right now he just wanted something to do that wouldn’t call too much attention to himself.
That was how he started walking to the library. He usually wasn’t really up by the time Alice was ready to go to work, but if she woke him up, he’d show up a few hours later, just poking around in the stacks to see if there was anything interesting to read and taking them out on Alice’s card. It didn’t get him off the couch, but it kept him from daytime TV, and that was enough for now.
At first his choices started out harmless enough. A couple fiction books that he always wanted to read but never had the time, and a few research books on subjects he never got to study. He was trying to resist the pull of what he already knew he liked and tried to expand into something new, but he couldn’t get that far, not even if he wanted to. By the end of the week he was bringing home books on Mesopotamian lore and Zoroastrianism, all of his research seeming to gravitate back towards one central point.
Angels.
He wasn’t sure why or how his mind had gotten on that line of thought-maybe it had something to do with that they still didn’t know what had brought him back yet, and the fact that demons had caused so much wrong in their life that it wasn’t possible for them to have done some good as well, or maybe just the fact that he was still holding out that hope that they’re out there, somewhere, doing good as oppose to the only supernatural beings out there being evil. Either way, he was taking in whatever her could find, and while the conclusions took him in all directions, he didn’t stop. There had to be something there somewhere. There had to be.
The books usually went away by the time Alice got home, forgotten for something that was much more interesting, but today he was a little slow on the uptake. He was engrossed in a particular volume regarding the Islamic idea of angels and demons when he felt a hand come down on his shoulder gently, and he looked over to find Alice sitting next to him.
“Hey,” he said, surprised, as he put his book down. “Didn’t hear you come in.”
“Well, I was being sneaky,” she teased, wrapping her arms around his waist as he slid an arm around her shoulders. “And you seemed pretty interested in what you were reading.”
“You are good at being sneaky,” he acknowledged with a smirk, before leaning in and kissing her nose softly. “How was work?”
“Work,” she sighed. “My coworkers are getting a little too used to you being there all the time, you know. And Jillian saw you fixing where those books were supposed to be located.”
Sam gave her an innocent look, before shrugging. “I was heading that way anyway. I figured I might as well put it back.”
“Uh-huh,” she said with a nod, before resting her chin on his shoulder gently. “You know, if you want a real job, I’m sure we could work something out down at the library. You’re there all the time anyway.”
He shrugged. “Do you really want me in your space all the time? I think we might get sick of each other pretty quickly.”
“I couldn’t get sick of you,” she said softly, before raising an eyebrow. “Are you saying that you’d get sick of me?”
He laughed. “No, of course not. Just don’t want to run the risk. Besides, I’d probably spend more time reading the books than actually putting them away or being any help.”
“Alright, whatever you say,” she sighed, leaning into him again, before reaching for the book he’d been reading and picking it up. “What’re you reading, anyway?”
“Nothing,” he shrugged. “Just this book I found on angels.”
“Angels?” she frowned, before flipping to the back cover. “Any particular reason?”
He shrugged again. “I don’t know,” he admitted honestly. “It’s just been-bugging me lately. I mean, I still don’t know how I came back. I guess on some level I’m just looking into possibilities.”
“I see,” she said with a nod, before turning to face him again, leaning in to kiss him gently and just letting her body resting against his for a moment. “Don’t go looking for trouble.”
“I won’t,” he whispered. “I promise.”
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Sam didn’t regret his choice to get out of the life. At all.
It wasn’t that he didn’t see the value of the work, or that it wasn’t a part of him, he just couldn’t do it anymore. He wasn’t even sure if it was something that Alastair had done while he was down on the rack. Something was just different when he came back, something that just killed any desire to get out there and hunt these things that have plagued his life since before he was born. He wasn’t being stupid about it. He knew he had to protect himself and had warded Alice’s apartment as much as he could without being outwardly noticeable, but as far as looking for hunts in the paper, and going on hunts with Dean, he was done. It might have worried him that this didn’t seem to bother Dean at all, but he was glad to not have the fight to deal with. Instead, he could choose to focus on other things.
Like figuring out what the hell he wanted to do with his life.
It wasn’t like Alice needed someone to help support her. She was okay financially. There wasn’t really a rush for him to find something to do, but after he found himself getting sucked into yet another soap opera, he figured it was time for him to get off the couch. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do, but after his first trip through the classifieds was a bust, he figured that getting a job might not be the best way to go. He was legally dead, after all. And he didn’t want to start out with his first impression in a place that he wanted to call ‘home’ as a lie. If he could find some work under the table to keep him occupied, that would be fine, but for right now he just wanted something to do that wouldn’t call too much attention to himself.
That was how he started walking to the library. He usually wasn’t really up by the time Alice was ready to go to work, but if she woke him up, he’d show up a few hours later, just poking around in the stacks to see if there was anything interesting to read and taking them out on Alice’s card. It didn’t get him off the couch, but it kept him from daytime TV, and that was enough for now.
At first his choices started out harmless enough. A couple fiction books that he always wanted to read but never had the time, and a few research books on subjects he never got to study. He was trying to resist the pull of what he already knew he liked and tried to expand into something new, but he couldn’t get that far, not even if he wanted to. By the end of the week he was bringing home books on Mesopotamian lore and Zoroastrianism, all of his research seeming to gravitate back towards one central point.
Angels.
He wasn’t sure why or how his mind had gotten on that line of thought-maybe it had something to do with that they still didn’t know what had brought him back yet, and the fact that demons had caused so much wrong in their life that it wasn’t possible for them to have done some good as well, or maybe just the fact that he was still holding out that hope that they’re out there, somewhere, doing good as oppose to the only supernatural beings out there being evil. Either way, he was taking in whatever her could find, and while the conclusions took him in all directions, he didn’t stop. There had to be something there somewhere. There had to be.
The books usually went away by the time Alice got home, forgotten for something that was much more interesting, but today he was a little slow on the uptake. He was engrossed in a particular volume regarding the Islamic idea of angels and demons when he felt a hand come down on his shoulder gently, and he looked over to find Alice sitting next to him.
“Hey,” he said, surprised, as he put his book down. “Didn’t hear you come in.”
“Well, I was being sneaky,” she teased, wrapping her arms around his waist as he slid an arm around her shoulders. “And you seemed pretty interested in what you were reading.”
“You are good at being sneaky,” he acknowledged with a smirk, before leaning in and kissing her nose softly. “How was work?”
“Work,” she sighed. “My coworkers are getting a little too used to you being there all the time, you know. And Jillian saw you fixing where those books were supposed to be located.”
Sam gave her an innocent look, before shrugging. “I was heading that way anyway. I figured I might as well put it back.”
“Uh-huh,” she said with a nod, before resting her chin on his shoulder gently. “You know, if you want a real job, I’m sure we could work something out down at the library. You’re there all the time anyway.”
He shrugged. “Do you really want me in your space all the time? I think we might get sick of each other pretty quickly.”
“I couldn’t get sick of you,” she said softly, before raising an eyebrow. “Are you saying that you’d get sick of me?”
He laughed. “No, of course not. Just don’t want to run the risk. Besides, I’d probably spend more time reading the books than actually putting them away or being any help.”
“Alright, whatever you say,” she sighed, leaning into him again, before reaching for the book he’d been reading and picking it up. “What’re you reading, anyway?”
“Nothing,” he shrugged. “Just this book I found on angels.”
“Angels?” she frowned, before flipping to the back cover. “Any particular reason?”
He shrugged again. “I don’t know,” he admitted honestly. “It’s just been-bugging me lately. I mean, I still don’t know how I came back. I guess on some level I’m just looking into possibilities.”
“I see,” she said with a nod, before turning to face him again, leaning in to kiss him gently and just letting her body resting against his for a moment. “Don’t go looking for trouble.”
“I won’t,” he whispered. “I promise.”
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