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[samwiser]

For spideyguy | continued from here

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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[spideyguy]

"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."

[samwiser]

"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."

[spideyguy]

"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.

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[samwiser]

[Good ending to you?]

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[spideyguy]

[Yes! Sorry about the late reply but I've reached the RL-gone-crazy-backtag-to-oblivion stride~ But this is good! ]