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They crossed the small stretch of parking lot without talking, which suited Sam. It was taking all of his mental capacity to remember: 115 was occupied by the manacled blonde, 114 had double four-poster beds, 113 didn't exist, 112 was Kitty, 111 had double beds, 110... 110 had been Henry's room. Part of him wanted to resist, but it was a small part as the rest was currently insisting on naked, now.
He glanced over to see that even though he had a good few inches on her, Bo (and her long, toned legs) had no trouble keeping up with him. It wasn't like him, coming on to a chick he'd known for five minutes, but something about her screamed yes before he'd even thought to consider the question. He might, a little, understand why Dean preferred one-night stands or casual hook-ups. No pretenses, no obligations, no guilt.
Not much guilt. He was still Sam.
That thought carried him to the door of 110. Technically, it should be locked, but Sam had a skeleton key for exorcising or otherwise dealing with ghosts, so he put his hand on the door, slid the card in, and as it swung open, he reached for the woman behind him.
He glanced over to see that even though he had a good few inches on her, Bo (and her long, toned legs) had no trouble keeping up with him. It wasn't like him, coming on to a chick he'd known for five minutes, but something about her screamed yes before he'd even thought to consider the question. He might, a little, understand why Dean preferred one-night stands or casual hook-ups. No pretenses, no obligations, no guilt.
Not much guilt. He was still Sam.
That thought carried him to the door of 110. Technically, it should be locked, but Sam had a skeleton key for exorcising or otherwise dealing with ghosts, so he put his hand on the door, slid the card in, and as it swung open, he reached for the woman behind him.
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Date: 2017-11-25 04:55 am (UTC)Still, her question caught him off guard and his eyebrows bunched together. "You can tell?" Most people couldn't.
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Date: 2017-11-27 04:05 am (UTC)"And I agree." He tried, gently, to smooth out some of the snarls he'd put in her hair. "But my family--some of my family," he amended, thinking of Henry and what he'd been intended to be. "Are hunters. We kill supernatural things. When we and the rest of the hunters found out about me..." Sam shrugged. "It hasn't been a warm welcome. My dad told my brother to kill me before he let me turn into a monster."
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Date: 2017-11-27 05:25 am (UTC)He drew his fingers down her arm to her elbow. "Why'd your mom want you dead?"
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Date: 2017-11-28 02:31 am (UTC)"She wanted to kill a lot of people and take over things and I tried to stop her so she decided I needed to be out of the picture." Bo remembered holding onto her mother who was trying to pull her down with her. It was only when Trick intervened that her personality changed and she seemed to care.
"So I have to believe it's more than what's in our blood or I'm going to be a crazy evil psycho."
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Date: 2017-11-28 04:35 am (UTC)"You're not a monster or a crazy evil psycho. I'd know."
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Date: 2017-11-28 04:53 am (UTC)Her expression alongside her slight smile conveyed that she took his words to heart. Bo's arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed him again. "I think I might need some more convincing" Though by her voice it was clear that he had already managed to make her feel better and she had other things to focus on.