[He's about to answer with one of the several names he's been called over the years, but falls quiet when Rose begins to laugh. And especially when Rose lays her head against his shoulder.

Sam smiles, laughing lightly once or twice. It's a nice sort of relief, but to be honest, he's distracted by her up against him like this. Moonlight shining off her blonde hair. The white nightgown.

He doesn't realize it until his hand is brushing lightly through her hair to comfort, but-

She looks just like Jess.

A pang of hurt crosses his face in the dark and his hand drops back to his side. Hopefully she doesn't notice the retreat. Somewhere in the back of his mind Sam can hear the fire.

And he pulls away, forcing them to separate.]

S-so what time are we meeting, uh-?

Well, not tonigh'. Tomorrow, maybe. Late, when 'e wakes up. Midnigh' is easy enough t' remember, yea? We're both usually still up a' tha' hour, anyway.

Yeah, okay.

[He rubs a bit of sleep out of one eye. Hnngh he's so torn over so many things right now, you have no idea.

But because they live next door to each other, he waits for her to leave so he can follow. Sam isn't even tired, really. Not with all this to think about, now. All this to not talk to Dean about.

He's gonna be so pissed when he finds out. And he will find out sooner or later. He always does.]

[Though he lingers for as long as possible.]

Goodnight, Rose.

G'nigh', Sam.



In case I ain't told'ja... you're the best part abou' bein' stuck 'ere.