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The air was electric, but Sam knew it was just in his head. He glanced again over the Devil's Trap - both the one on the ceiling and the one on the floor. Either way, they'd have the demon, Sam wasn't worried, not about that part. What did worry him was Peter's reaction. If Pete - Spiderman, Sam had to call him Spiderman during the meeting - tried to stop him, Sam knew he wasn't strong enough to make Peter stop from trying to save the vessel. It all came down to trust, and Sam just had to trust Peter would let him do what needed to be done.

Crouching by the entrance to not throw a shadow into the window, the salt trail set all around, Sam was ready to seal it. "C'mon, Pete," Sam whispered, one hand around a container of salt, the other around the hilt of the knife. The demon wouldn't be getting out there, one way or the other.

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Peter sighed, nodding his understanding. "Yeah, I guess that's all we can hope for." Even if he wished there was another way. Grey areas like this always unsettled him, more than usual.

"Well usually I eat," Peter admitted, smiling gently at the kiss. "And pass out to heal. But for you, maybe I'll make an exception."

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"How about you go shower and I'll fix us something to eat. After that, I'll just have to think of a way to wake you up...," Sam trailed off, eyebrows slowly creeping up his ample forehead.

The hunter stole another hard, quick kiss before getting up. He removed the flannel shirt, leaving him in a white t-shirt with a hem that barely teased at the waistband of his Wranglers. Peter didn't have to shower, there was definite attraction in his current sheen of sweat, but Sam just couldn't sit idly by while Peter took care of himself.

Opening the fridge, Sam's upper body disappeared. "What're you in the mood for?"

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"Sounds like a plan," Peter snorted, rolling his eyes and shoving Sam's shoulder playfully. Well, he'd get to watch him heal for the first time, so that would probably be an interesting experience. Peter didn't often watch the bruises disappear but even he had to admit it was kind of cool.

Peter started the process of tugging himself out of his costume, pulling off the gloves and setting them on the coffee table before he started rolling off the top half of the suit.

"What do we have?" Peter didn't even know what was left in the fridge, christ. He should really try to organize his life a little more, but nope.

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"There's enough to make you a sandwich," Sam said, pulling out a limp bit of lettuce, a tomato half and a brown bag that, when rattled, echoed of the bagel still inside. They'd just have to go shopping after Peter's nap. Sam had survived on less and he wasn't all that hungry.

Besides, feeding a crime fighter who flew you through the skyscrapers? Definitely worth the price of admission. Sam stopped himself, as the bag unrolled between his hands. ...we have. That had been what Peter had said, as if this place had always been theirs, together, and everything they got was together, and always had been.

"Oh, and some of last night's pizza," Sam said, warmth flooding his spine, fingers pointing to the box under Peter's gloves. "But it's been out for a while and not it has your hand juice on it." He was teasing, still silently thrilling thanks to the inclusion in something as minor as the contents of the fridge.

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"You're not hungry?" Peter asked, stifling a wince as he started pulling off the bottom half of the suit, too. There was an angry purple bruise on his thigh, another on his side. Might have bruised a rib. Yikes. Those demons were strong, stronger than a regular human, and they punched like it.

"...yowch, we should have put that away. I don't trust it in this apartment," Peter laughed, shaking his head. "My hand juice? You do realize these things are breathable there isn't a whole lot of sweat pooled inside of it, right?"

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"I'm fine," Sam said, which was mostly true. The hunter glanced up and winced. Did he look so bad after tousling with demons? Sure, Peter took on more than Sam had at once, but they looked...ugly.

"I knew I should have gone easier on you last night," Sam said, his tongue clicking, chastising himself. Mid-build, Sam raised his eyebrows.

"No, I...hadn't considered that. I fight demons in jeans and flannel shirts. A day when my thighs aren't chaffed and I can get a shirt off without rubbing away skin, I consider a win." Sam shrugged, "But then, I should never assume. Of course you've invented some polymer blend a thousand times stronger than kevlar that hugs your your body everywhere but still wicks sweat." He exhaled upward, hair tousling.

"Silly me."

Edited Date: 2016-06-29 02:57 am (UTC)

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Peter picked himself up off the couch with an audible groan, stumbling for the bathroom. Needed some ointment, better to apply it now and help his healing along rather than wait for it to take care of it.

"Oh, don't you dare. It's been way too long," Peter returned victorious, flopping back down on the couch to apply the cream.

"Well that's your problem. Flannel. Come on, really?" Sam was rewarded with a breathless laugh from Peter. "It's spandex, man, and the cheap kind, not the athletic stuff."

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Sam snorted at the rebuke, the sandwich on a plate, one hand raised in supplication. "Here, can I do that? I'll try to keep it non-sexy. Strictly mechanical."

He set the sandwich down in front of Peter on the cushion, plucking the ointment and reading the label. "We can augment this with some witch hazel and jalapeno," Sam said, mostly to himself, because that's how he looked at all healing balms these days.

"Do you know how many supernatural creatures would laugh at me if I tried to get away with your look? Plus, flannel is necessary in Bumblefuck, Kansas. Blending in is all part of the game." Sam unscrewed the top and took a scoop of the ointment onto his fingers.

"Eat," he instructed, starting with Peter's side, Sam's touch gentle as a breeze.

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"If you want to?" Peter paused in the middle of taking the cap off, looking to Sam questioningly. If anyone could make ointment application sexy, it would be Sam.

"...uh, I don't know if I have any jalapeno?" He's not going to address the witch hazel thing because he definitely doesn't have that.

Peter picked up a sandwich with an appreciative hum. "Sam, it's not a look. I have a theme. Completely different."

"Alright, alright, yeesh."

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Sam bit back the phrase 'open your things for me', because Peter would blush and curse and Sam would dissolve into giggles and nothing would get accomplished.

"I know. I was just in the fridge, remember? We can pick some up. And I'll make some guacamole...with a different jalapeno," he promised.

"Very patriotic. Trying to impress that General American I see on the news once in a while?" Sam was kidding, but curious, brown eyes watching Peter take a bite before his fingers slipped to another bruise. Lower. Deeper.

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"Alright, yeesh. Just don't do any voodoo, okay?" Peter ripped into the sandwich, ravenous. His metabolism would use it to heal him faster, then he'd probably pass out.

"No." Okay, so maybe he liked Captain America a little. Whatever! His suit was mostly red anyway. "...easier for people to see me when I'm swinging. So I don't get hit. The theme is spider, Sam."

Peter resisted a flinch when Sam's finger brushed over a sensitive area, chomping down on the sandwich instead.

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"Voodoo is only good for controlling people, and I don't have any of the ingredients on me," Sam said, watching Peter consume a third of the sandwich in one bite. Either it was really good or his healing factor just didn't care.

"I don't know any red and blue spiders. Or one with only four limbs. Are you sure you know what a theme is? I can make some papier mache one while you sleep, we'll attach them later. Totally life-like...probably."

With the balm all applied as far as Sam could see, he looked at Pete, working up to the question he wanted to ask. "I could have done this for you...back then, before. Were you trying to protect me from things like Doc Ock?"

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"No witchcraft, of any kind." Peter clarified with a snort. Look, there were some people who shouldn't eat in public. Peter was one of them.

"Oh stop it, you," Peter tipped his head back in a laugh, and yup, the sandwich was gone now. "It would fuck with my aerodynamics, but it's the thought that counts, buddy."

Peter sighed a little, offering a soft smile to Sam. "I was trying to protect you from all of it, Sam. From the worrying, from the supervillains. You...you know about Gwen. That was my fault, Sam. Because she was involved in all of this."

"And yes, you can take care of yourself. I don't doubt that." Especially now, after seeing Sam in his element. "But god, you don't realize how fragile you are."

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"We could decorate the walls with them," Sam teased, glancing around at the empty shell of an apartment Peter - and now he - had. "A little dark, but it's not like we'd animate them or anything."

The hand not covered to the palm with ointment reached up and smoothed over Peter's cheek, careful to not press to hard. It would come up eventually, Sam knew that, but still, he tried to not flinch at the mention of Gwen. It had been an accident, but he didn't think Peter was ready to call it as such. He didn't want to speak ill of the dead, but Gwen would have found out anyway, that had just been her way.

Sam smiled slightly, sighing. Yes, Peter deserved to know he'd been the King of Hell, if only for several minutes. That he'd gone through trials like killing a hellhound and tangling with demons of all lineages and powers, but not right then. "You don't either," Sam said, voice soft. He paused a moment, then withdrew his hand. "Off to bed, Pete. I've got some reading to do then maybe I'll join you...if that's okay." He didn't know how the whole healing thing worked. Maybe Peter preferred to be alone during it.

"Then we'll go shopping like a normal couple and buy something crazy. Like a cantaloupe."

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"Your sense of interior décor is unparalleled." Okay, so maybe Peter hadn't done much to the place. Why would he? It didn't feel like home. His apartment with Sam had been home. This...this was just a place he came to sleep and heal.

Peter pressed his cheek into Sam's palm with a sad smile. He'd told Sam about her, after the first month or two of dating. He couldn't let that secret hang over them. He'd never be over her - how could he be? How could anyone get over somebody that was taken from them? But he still loved Sam. He just wanted Sam to know that his heart had grown enough room for two people; he wasn't trying to replace Gwen, but he also wanted to be fair with his new relationship.

"I'm not the one who'll die from a ten story fall." Peter chuckled softly and nodded. "Yeah, whenever you're done, Sam. Thank you for the sandwich."

"Cantaloupe? Watermelon."

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"Yes, keep bragging. See where that gets you," Sam said, leaning forward to get a little kiss from Pete. It was gentle without the usual heat behind it. After they'd had a solid meal, then the hunter might get frisky, but he understood the need for Peter to heal, and that took precedence. "I'll make you sandwiches until we either run out of the fixings or you tell me to stop," he promised.

Reaching for a book on the coffee table, Sam's eyes slid over to Peter. "Watermelon it is."

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"Gonna throw me off a building, Winchester?" Peter raised an eyebrow, lips curling into an amused smile. "I don't have much left in the fridge, so that won't be long, Sam."

"The best melon," Peter teased, stiffly getting up off the couch and starting, slowly, for the bedroom. Best to lie down and just let his body heal, for now.