#day08

For weeks now there had been a strange rising tension between Sam and you, one both of you seemed determined to ignore. And even now, that you were far away from any distractions, without having to worry about Dean overhearing any private conversations, you still didn’t have the courage to confront Sam about what the hell was going on between the two of you.

With the mountain path being so far away from any civilization, it had taken the two of you almost a whole day to get to the spot you had intended to get to, and after taking care of the creature, you had found shelter from the fast-approaching night in one of the mountain huts that were lining the path.

Indeed, you much would have preferred to stay in a motel, with running water and electricity, but since that was not an option out here, the shed was definitely better than nothing, and since you still had plenty of supplies, even if it were only energy bars, you didn’t have to go hungry either.

The only problem you had was the cold and dark, so Sam had grabbed the axe to go chopping some of the wood that had been piled behind the hut to make a fire in the old fireplace, while you had set up the sleeping arrangements, finding the blankets that had been left for visitors to use were surprisingly clean.

The sun had begun setting, orange beams fliting in through the dirty windows of the shed, as you stepped outside to check on Sam. He stood with his back to you, lifting the axe up over his head before bringing it down on the wood forcefully which splintered and jumped aside. He had taken off is long sleeved flannel, you noticed, leaving him in a tight t-shirt that allowed you to marvel at the way the muscles of his back moved fluently with every move he made.

As if he had felt your eyes on him, he suddenly stopped and turned around. His cheeks were blushed from the physical work in the cooling evening air, and when he saw you, he smiled almost bashfully.

“What’s up,” he asked, wiping the back of his hand over his forehead.

“Nothing, just checking on you. You doing okay out there?”

Sam nodded, looking over the wood he had chopped up. “Yeah, I think I’m done though. I doubt we’ll use all of it up.”

“The next guests here will thank you for it,” you grinned and fully stepped outside, helping Sam to gather up the chopped-up wood and carrying it inside.

With the disappearing daylight it was time to get a fire going, otherwise you would not have seen anything inside the single room,

With the fire burning, its flickering flames threw dim light on Sam’s and your faces as you sat down on the blankets you had arranged to sleep on. He had put his flannel shirt back on, and as the night begun blanketing the forest outside the shed, you couldn’t help but notice how Sam kept shifting closer to you, while both of you were half-heartedly gnawing on some energy bars.

He ended up so close to you that his shoulder was brushing against yours with each inhale either of you took. You didn’t mind the contact, the opposite really. Something about Sam’s warmth was so different from the scorching heat radiated by the fire in the fireplace; Sam was warm, and safe and made you feel protected.