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enjoythe_ride) wrote2009-04-08 09:29 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2009-04-08 09:29 pm
[JMM] Boys will be boys
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likely_evil and is used with permission from his mun who made a request for a Sam/Bela snuggle, JSTA!style. Set in the future-ish area.]
She wondered for a moment if Sam knew that he was being stalked.
If he were awake and aware, he probably would be, but given that he was asleep and still in the same position she had left him in a few hours earlier, she was starting to doubt that greatly. He and Dean had stumbled in from the road trip to Bobby’s in the wee hours of the morning, Dean collapsing on the couch, while Sam came to bed and barely managed a hello before falling asleep next to her. It had been a long trip, and while she had missed him, she wasn’t going to hold it against him if he was going to sleep the day away. It seemed like he needed the rest.
However, the small, dark-haired boy standing around the doorframe of the bedroom was threatening that rest—or at least trying to. He had his back to the doorjamb, and every so often would peer around the edge of the molding, looking at the figure in the bed in front of him. He was stare, carefully watching his father sleep, but darting his head back around quickly if he seemed like he may be stirring or waking up. There was a beat for a few moments, while he waited, before he slowly went to look around the edge of the doorframe again. She knew what he was up to, and smirked slightly, before starting to make her way over to him.
She crouched down next to him, placing her hands on his sides quickly, before giving him a look. “What are you up to?”
Michael jumped slightly, eyes widening in surprise when he realized that he was caught, before giving his mother the best innocent look he could. He even bit down on his bottom lip, to try and stop the smile from stretching across his face, but he failed to keep his mouth from turning up at the corners. “Nothing.”
“Nothing? Really?”
He ducked his head a bit, something he’d clearly gotten from his father, before looking up at her again. “Daddy’s home.”
“Yes. Yes, he is.” She raised an eyebrow expectantly at her son, and he shifted a bit more, still embarrassed.
“Well—he said, that when he got home, we could do stuff. So I’m waitin’ for him to wake up.” He finished the statement with a quick nod, and Bela smirked a bit more at him, before giving him a look.
“You weren’t waiting for him to wake up. You were getting ready to go and pounce on him, weren’t you?”
Michael looked at her for a moment, before his eyes looked up to the ceiling. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
He was quiet again, before he giggled and cracked. “Yeah.”
“That’s what I thought,” Bela sighed, before pulling him closer for a brief hug. “Tell you what—why don’t you go bug your Uncle Dean for a while, and let you father sleep for a little while longer, yeah?”
Michael sighed heavily. “O-kay.”
“Good boy,” Bela said with a sigh, before letting him go as he scampered back into the living room, before pushing herself up and making her way quietly back in the bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed for a moment, sliding out of her shoes and then under the covers next to her husband, curling up closer to him and brushing a soft kiss to his temple.
As she did, she felt his arm tighten across her waist pulling her in closer. “I wouldn’t have minded,” he mumbled against the side of her neck, and she sighed softly as she relaxed against him.
“You need the sleep,” she replied. “And Dean should be able to keep him occupied for a little while. He doesn’t get as much time with him as he would like.”
“Not my fault he spends all his time with Brooke,” Sam sighed, rubbing her back lightly.
“Sleep aside, I doubt that you wanted to be woken up by being pounced by an overactive five year-old.” She curled into him, shifting so that her back was to him and she was pulled flush against his chest. Sam’s arms tightened around her, and she relaxed into him, closing her eyes. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” he whispered, pulling her in closer and just staying close for a while—at least until a small roar came from the direction of the door, and both of them jumped as a small weight landed on the bed between them before dissolving into giggles. Bela pulled back and looked down at their son wedged between them, and Sam glanced down at him, before looking back up at her. She closed her eyes, before shaking her head with a bit of a laugh.
“Boys will be boys.”
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likely_evil and is used with permission from his mun who made a request for a Sam/Bela snuggle, JSTA!style. Set in the future-ish area.]She wondered for a moment if Sam knew that he was being stalked.
If he were awake and aware, he probably would be, but given that he was asleep and still in the same position she had left him in a few hours earlier, she was starting to doubt that greatly. He and Dean had stumbled in from the road trip to Bobby’s in the wee hours of the morning, Dean collapsing on the couch, while Sam came to bed and barely managed a hello before falling asleep next to her. It had been a long trip, and while she had missed him, she wasn’t going to hold it against him if he was going to sleep the day away. It seemed like he needed the rest.
However, the small, dark-haired boy standing around the doorframe of the bedroom was threatening that rest—or at least trying to. He had his back to the doorjamb, and every so often would peer around the edge of the molding, looking at the figure in the bed in front of him. He was stare, carefully watching his father sleep, but darting his head back around quickly if he seemed like he may be stirring or waking up. There was a beat for a few moments, while he waited, before he slowly went to look around the edge of the doorframe again. She knew what he was up to, and smirked slightly, before starting to make her way over to him.
She crouched down next to him, placing her hands on his sides quickly, before giving him a look. “What are you up to?”
Michael jumped slightly, eyes widening in surprise when he realized that he was caught, before giving his mother the best innocent look he could. He even bit down on his bottom lip, to try and stop the smile from stretching across his face, but he failed to keep his mouth from turning up at the corners. “Nothing.”
“Nothing? Really?”
He ducked his head a bit, something he’d clearly gotten from his father, before looking up at her again. “Daddy’s home.”
“Yes. Yes, he is.” She raised an eyebrow expectantly at her son, and he shifted a bit more, still embarrassed.
“Well—he said, that when he got home, we could do stuff. So I’m waitin’ for him to wake up.” He finished the statement with a quick nod, and Bela smirked a bit more at him, before giving him a look.
“You weren’t waiting for him to wake up. You were getting ready to go and pounce on him, weren’t you?”
Michael looked at her for a moment, before his eyes looked up to the ceiling. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
He was quiet again, before he giggled and cracked. “Yeah.”
“That’s what I thought,” Bela sighed, before pulling him closer for a brief hug. “Tell you what—why don’t you go bug your Uncle Dean for a while, and let you father sleep for a little while longer, yeah?”
Michael sighed heavily. “O-kay.”
“Good boy,” Bela said with a sigh, before letting him go as he scampered back into the living room, before pushing herself up and making her way quietly back in the bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed for a moment, sliding out of her shoes and then under the covers next to her husband, curling up closer to him and brushing a soft kiss to his temple.
As she did, she felt his arm tighten across her waist pulling her in closer. “I wouldn’t have minded,” he mumbled against the side of her neck, and she sighed softly as she relaxed against him.
“You need the sleep,” she replied. “And Dean should be able to keep him occupied for a little while. He doesn’t get as much time with him as he would like.”
“Not my fault he spends all his time with Brooke,” Sam sighed, rubbing her back lightly.
“Sleep aside, I doubt that you wanted to be woken up by being pounced by an overactive five year-old.” She curled into him, shifting so that her back was to him and she was pulled flush against his chest. Sam’s arms tightened around her, and she relaxed into him, closing her eyes. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” he whispered, pulling her in closer and just staying close for a while—at least until a small roar came from the direction of the door, and both of them jumped as a small weight landed on the bed between them before dissolving into giggles. Bela pulled back and looked down at their son wedged between them, and Sam glanced down at him, before looking back up at her. She closed her eyes, before shaking her head with a bit of a laugh.
“Boys will be boys.”
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