[AU] two worlds, a lot of demons, and a new set of problems

[gavemea_45]

It's still hard to believe it's over; that the yellow-eyed demonic bastard they'd spent their whole lives hunting is finally dead.

Sam figures it'll sink in eventually. Given everything else -- right now he's still pretty numb.

He's also desperately tired, but that doesn't matter. There's something he needs to do, and he can't afford to delay.

He waits until they've settled in for the night, and then waits still longer. Once Dean's been asleep for half an hour, Sam picks up his messenger bag -- already stuffed with books and his computer -- and heads straight for the bar.

He orders black coffee and snags a table with a good view of both doors and the stairs, then pulls out the first of the old texts and starts to search through it.

There's work to do.

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[gavemea_45]

Sam checks his own key and nods. "That way it is." He starts along beside her, maybe with a little more deliberate care than strictly necessary, but it helps keep anything from getting too off-kilter.

[pacificator]

She stumbles a little as they go around a corner and bounces her shoulder off a wall. Which is helpful, really, since it gives her some momentum. "Are these numbers going the right way?"

[gavemea_45]

"Whoa, hey, careful--" Sam reaches to help her along by grasping her upper arm for stability. "They're weird sometimes. Lemme see." He cranes his neck to get a look at her key. "Yep. We're fine."

[pacificator]

The liquor has well and truly hit her system now, and she can hardly feel his hand on her arm. Just the way she likes it. It's hard to think about seeking forgiveness from Waverly or avenging Willa when she can't think at all. "Then mush."

She points a finger ahead and staggers after it.

[gavemea_45]

"Mush, huh?" She's a lot shorter and smaller than he is, and if he's a little altered he figures she's got to be really impaired. Sam does his best to keep pace and help keep her upright and moving in a straight direction, as much as he can.

"There at the end of the hall on the left. I think?"

[pacificator]

Wynonna leans a little too far forward, trying to peer at the numbers on the doors, and almost faceplants. "Let's check it out," she suggests, with what little dignity she has left.

[gavemea_45]

"Good idea. Uh, here." Sam switches from holding her arm to putting an arm fully around her for support. "You're a little wobbly."

[pacificator]

She bats ineffectually at his hand. "I'm fine."

The last arm that had gone around her had been Doc's, and she's still not sure how to feel about getting frisky with Wyatt Earp's best friend. Or about why she hasn't told Dolls yet. "Besides, we're almost there."

[gavemea_45]

"Okay, okay," he mutters, shifting back to her arm instead. "Just trying to help."

[pacificator]

"Yeah, I know."

She pats his shoulder, then lurches ahead. "Come on, boy scout."

[gavemea_45]

"You've got a thing for nicknames," Sam informs her, keeping pace once more - and keeping a grasp on her arm. "Why's that?"

[pacificator]

"Why not?"

She gives him a slightly cross-eyed glance. "Maybe one of 'em will stick."

[gavemea_45]

"Uh-huh." His answering look is dubious. "Sure."

Sam slows them down as they get near the door and takes a careful look. "I think this one's yours. And, hey, wait a second--"

He digs out his own key and eyes it. "Looks like I'm across the hall."

[pacificator]

She frowns at the key, wobbling gently. "More fussing?"

[gavemea_45]

"Probably. Guess she wanted to make sure one of us could check in on the other, or something." Sam gives a careful shrug. "She'll never know either way. Don't worry about it."

Which isn't to say he wouldn't check in if he felt it warranted, but she's not that drunk. Probably. She should be fine once she sleeps it off. So will he.

[pacificator]

"What a mother hen."

She meanders to her door and manages, after a few tries, to fit the key in the lock. Turning to lean against the frame, she tosses him a lazy salute. "See ya, Sam."

[gavemea_45]

"Night, Wynonna." Sam grins at her and turns away to his own room.