habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

047. leviathans

Larissa sits by the couch in Bobby's living room where Sam is sleeping. He hasn't woken up since they left where the whole New God thing took place. She flips through the book in her hands, not really reading the pages anymore, too worried about Sam.

She hears Sam let out a huff and turns to see him move around a little, starting to wake up.

"Sam?" She asks. She drops the book on the floor, turning to face the couch, watching him open his eyes and take in his surroundings. "Hey. Hey, hey." She grabs his good hand. "Are you... are you okay?"

"Uh... yeah. Yeah, I think so. My head hurts a little." Sam says, sitting up.

"Do you-- do you want anything? Need anything?" Larissa asks.

"I, uh... I think I'm good right now." Sam says. "Are you okay? You look freaked out."

"Hmm, wonder why." She quips making Sam smile sheepishly. "I was worried."

"Wait, you're-- you're worried and you're not baking?" Sam asks. "Maybe you should lie down." Sam places the back of his good hand to her forehead and cheeks.

"Mm, yeah, you are fucking hilarious." Larissa rolls her eyes and Sam laughs. "I didn't wanna leave your side. Just in case something happened." She manages a small, sad smile.

Sam softly smiles, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

"I'm okay." He quietly assures.

"I would love to fully believe you, but you have a tendency to lie about how you feel, like, all of the time. And you're still a pretty shitty liar. No offense." Larissa says, her voice just above a whisper given their close proximity.

"Well, offended. I am a fantastic liar." Sam argues making Larissa quietly giggle.

"Not to me."

"Well... I'm okay right now." Sam says. "Will you believe that?"

"I don't see any of your tells, so... I suppose." Larissa shrugs. She won't voice her worries and confusion right now, not really understanding how he could seem this okay after what Cas did. She swears when she sees that angel, she's going to kill him herself. "With one requirement."

"What?"

"Kiss me."

Sam smiles and leans down, connecting her lips with his softly, his hand cradles the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair.

They break apart when they hear the front door open and shut before hearing the fridge. They look over seeing Dean getting a beer. Sam looks at Larissa who motions for him to go. Sam gently smiles, pecking her on the lips before getting up.

"Hey, Dean." Sam greets, walking to the kitchen.

"Ah, you're walking and talking." Dean comments.

"Yeah. I, uh, put on my own socks, the whole nine." Sam says.

"Well, that's, uh... I mean, you, uh, you sure you're okay?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. My head hurts a little, but... basically." Sam says.

"Seriously?" Dean asks.

"Look, man, I'm as surprised as you are but, yeah, I swear." Sam says.

"Good. No reason putting a gift horse under a microscope, right?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. So what happened with Cas?" Sam asks.

"Why don't you come help me with the car, I'll fill you in?" Dean suggests.

"Okay." Sam nods. Dean leaves and Sam looks back at Larissa who smiles. Sam starts to leave, but he stops and looks around.

"Sammy?" Larissa calls getting him to look at her. "You good?"