[Stiles shifted from foot to foot, trying not to read too much into this. He hadn't talked to Sam one-on-one for a while; hadn't been allowed to go much of anywhere, only barely managed the occasional pack meeting. He wasn't sure how they were supposed to act now - he missed Sam, felt lonely, and remembered the man's birthday promise. But he'd pretty much convinced himself Sam had forgotten so...well, this was just a casual movie night. Too much reading into it, Stiles.]
I was studying for my history test. You're saving me. [Stiles matched Sam's infectious smile, holding up the bag of candy.] I, uh...didn't know what you liked.
[Should he kiss him? Take his hand? God, he was out of practice. But his smile helps alleviate any tension and Sam steps aside to let him in. Sam hasn't forgotten his promise, and he more than intends to live up to it. Stiles had gotten him through that night. If he hadn't been so steadfast in his forgiveness, Sam would probably still be drowning in guilt.
[Once he kicks the door shut and sets the bag of candy on a giant leather book in Enochian, Sam decides he's being an idiot and he leans in to press a kiss to his temple.] I'm sure it's more than enough.
[Stiles shuffled through the door, sticking his hands awkwardly in his pockets. He glanced curiously at the leather-bound book; Sam, Dean, and Bobby always had the coolest resources, and Stiles seriously couldn't get enough of the supernatural research.] Well I got about a million different kinds so...
[Stiles froze when Sam leaned in, then relaxed as he kissed Stiles' temple, smile loosening even more.] I missed you too, Sam...how are you healing?
[Sam was always happy to share his resources with Stiles, it was one of the first things that drew them together, that initially attracted him to the young man. His mind. He pokes at the book.] Angelic lore. My French was crap in college, but I can handle Enochian and Latin just fine. Go figure.
[Oh good. He'd missed him too. Something loosened between his shoulders and he smiled, still staying close.] Good as new. Dean's still pissy about letting me go on hunts, but I'm good.
Woah, really? [Stiles had met Sam and Dean's angel friend, Castiel, once. Well, he says met. The supposed angel had actually appeared by his bed in the middle of the night, touched his forehead, and departed. The next morning, every ache, pain, cut, and bruise had disappeared.] That's awesome. [It usually was, with Sam.]
Glad to hear it. [Stiles bit his lip, arm brushing against Sam's as neither of them moved away.] I'm fine...your friend stopped by.
Yep. Cas said it's either Virgil's journal, or another bogus one Gabriel made up when he was bored. Bobby bet me fifty bucks I couldn't figure out which one it was. Angel activity isn't exactly high around here, but you're welcome to check it out sometime.
[Just, you know, not tonight.
[Sam smiles at that.] Yeah. The second Cas was able to, Dean sent him to heal you. [And Sam had insisted. First Stiles, then him.]
I'll help you get that fifty bucks. [Stiles grinned, lightly brushing his fingers over Sam's arm before settling on his wrist.]
Thanks, [Stiles replied quietly, looking down before his gaze flickered back up, unable to keep his eyes off of Sam for long. He really had missed the man; after what they'd been through, Stiles just wanted to be near him.]
So, um, [Stiles scratched the back of his neck, shifting again.] What are we watching?
I was hoping you would. I'll even split it with you. [Sam had missed him like a physical ache. He was just relieved beyond measure that after a little time and distance, Stiles still wanted to be near him. He slid his hand down to take his, holding it in the quiet of the little apartment.
[Right. Movies. Sam blinks and looks back towards the tv.] Most of the dvd's are over there, grab something that catches your eye?
[The collection is more than a little varied. Lord of the Rings, Bladerunner, Star Wars, Tucker and Dale fight Evil. Campy, serious, comedy, he tried to pull a variety and hoped at least one or two were up his alley.]
[Stiles blushed softly and brought Sam with him to the DVD stack, looking over the titles. He'd seen and loved a majority of them, and couldn't hide his smile that Sam's tastes were as eclectic as his.] How about this one?
[Stiles extracted Scream from the pile, cocking his head to the side.]
[His thumb sweeps along the side of his hand as Stiles checks out the movies.] Sounds perfect. Throw it in? I hear the delivery guy with pizza. There's soda and stuff in the fridge.
[Another side advantage of being a wolf. He can hear the delivery guy coming a block or more away. Sam fishes out his wallet and meets the kid outside, paying for the pizzas and heading back inside. He's looking forward to a quiet night on the couch and just being close to Stiles.]
Awesome. [Stiles grinned, releasing Sam's hand and sliding the DVD into the player, swtching it on and wandering over to Sam's kitchen. It's neat, a lot more so than the Stilinski household kitchen, and Stiles opened the fridge, peering inside curiously.] What do you want to drink, Sam?
Grab me one of the bottles of water? They're in the door. [He wasn't much for soda, and while Sam would usually grab a beer, it didn't seem fair to be the only one drinking.
[Sam sets the pizzas on the kitchen table, shoving the gun cleaning kit aside and grumbling at his slob of a brother.] I've got meat lovers, extra mushroom and ham and pineapple.
[Stiles took two bottles of water, deciding against a soda for the moment. He tried to eat healthy as a good example for his father; and that included cutting down on sugar. The only exception to this healthy example stuff was curly fries; no man could deny the curly fries. They were sinful, but Stiles figured he was already going to Hell for lying to his dad, participating in illegal activities, not going to church, and consorting with supernatural creatures so really, why not enjoy the ride?
And with drinking...well Stiles had done his fair share of drinking too, which fell under the illegal activities category.]
I love pineapple. [Stiles muffled a giggle at Sam's grumbling, offering the wolf one of the water bottles.] It's the only pizza topping me and my dad can agree on.
Note to self, these two should have angsty talk about Hell.wolfy_samSeptember 9 2012, 19:21:57 UTC
[Sam packs up the kit, shoving it under the table. He'll get it into the weapons locker later. He doesn't really want to see much of anything that reminds him of hunting or the supernatural tonight.
[Well. Anymore than a werewolf recently freed from Hell could.
[Sam takes the water, pulling down a couple of plates and loading his up.] I think you're one of the few people who agree with me on that. Dean says it's unholy. But I think that's because he has an aversion to any fruit not in a pie.
[Dinner, napkins and water in hand, he heads back out to get comfortable on the couch just as Drew Barrymore's phone rings.]
There's still a lot they don't know about each other <3 Can't wait to find out ;)alotofadderallSeptember 9 2012, 19:36:58 UTC
[Stiles accepted a plate and carefully grabbed a few slices, only bothering to worry about how unattractive he was going to look whilest eating for a few seconds before deciding that it didn't really matter. Sam had seen the most vulnerable side Stiles didn't know he had; besides, this was casual, right? No first date pressure...there was totally pressure. Mostly stemming from how much he liked Sam, and the fact that he was pretty sure Sam liked him back.
Stiles trailed after Sam to the couch, bringing the bag of candy over to the coffee table. He sat down next to Sam, inhaling the pizza smell deeply. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until he sat down; he hadn't eaten since this morning, since his lunch break had been taken up by Lydia's rigorous Latin research in the library.]
My dad loves those. [Stiles nodded at the stove popcorn bag as the camera panned over the kitchen, picking up a slice of pizza and folding it.] I always burn them.
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I was studying for my history test. You're saving me. [Stiles matched Sam's infectious smile, holding up the bag of candy.] I, uh...didn't know what you liked.
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[Once he kicks the door shut and sets the bag of candy on a giant leather book in Enochian, Sam decides he's being an idiot and he leans in to press a kiss to his temple.] I'm sure it's more than enough.
I.. I missed you.
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[Stiles froze when Sam leaned in, then relaxed as he kissed Stiles' temple, smile loosening even more.] I missed you too, Sam...how are you healing?
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[Oh good. He'd missed him too. Something loosened between his shoulders and he smiled, still staying close.] Good as new. Dean's still pissy about letting me go on hunts, but I'm good.
You're okay?
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Glad to hear it. [Stiles bit his lip, arm brushing against Sam's as neither of them moved away.] I'm fine...your friend stopped by.
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[Just, you know, not tonight.
[Sam smiles at that.] Yeah. The second Cas was able to, Dean sent him to heal you. [And Sam had insisted. First Stiles, then him.]
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Thanks, [Stiles replied quietly, looking down before his gaze flickered back up, unable to keep his eyes off of Sam for long. He really had missed the man; after what they'd been through, Stiles just wanted to be near him.]
So, um, [Stiles scratched the back of his neck, shifting again.] What are we watching?
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[Right. Movies. Sam blinks and looks back towards the tv.] Most of the dvd's are over there, grab something that catches your eye?
[The collection is more than a little varied. Lord of the Rings, Bladerunner, Star Wars, Tucker and Dale fight Evil. Campy, serious, comedy, he tried to pull a variety and hoped at least one or two were up his alley.]
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[Stiles extracted Scream from the pile, cocking his head to the side.]
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[Another side advantage of being a wolf. He can hear the delivery guy coming a block or more away. Sam fishes out his wallet and meets the kid outside, paying for the pizzas and heading back inside. He's looking forward to a quiet night on the couch and just being close to Stiles.]
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[Sam sets the pizzas on the kitchen table, shoving the gun cleaning kit aside and grumbling at his slob of a brother.] I've got meat lovers, extra mushroom and ham and pineapple.
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And with drinking...well Stiles had done his fair share of drinking too, which fell under the illegal activities category.]
I love pineapple. [Stiles muffled a giggle at Sam's grumbling, offering the wolf one of the water bottles.] It's the only pizza topping me and my dad can agree on.
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[Well. Anymore than a werewolf recently freed from Hell could.
[Sam takes the water, pulling down a couple of plates and loading his up.] I think you're one of the few people who agree with me on that. Dean says it's unholy. But I think that's because he has an aversion to any fruit not in a pie.
[Dinner, napkins and water in hand, he heads back out to get comfortable on the couch just as Drew Barrymore's phone rings.]
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Stiles trailed after Sam to the couch, bringing the bag of candy over to the coffee table. He sat down next to Sam, inhaling the pizza smell deeply. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until he sat down; he hadn't eaten since this morning, since his lunch break had been taken up by Lydia's rigorous Latin research in the library.]
My dad loves those. [Stiles nodded at the stove popcorn bag as the camera panned over the kitchen, picking up a slice of pizza and folding it.] I always burn them.
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