Day Two: Cuddling somewhere
"I liked that one." Sam's eyes flew up from the book he was reading on and smiled at Benny, who made his way over to Sam's curled up figure amongst the pile of comfy pillows and throws on his bed. "You've read Defoe?" Benny plopped himself on the end of the bed and picked up a silly snow globe Sam had picked up somewhere on his. "I ain't no illiterate, Sammy." Sam grinned. "I know."
"How come Bobby let you up here?" Sam scooted out of his nest of pillows, placing his book on the shelf above his head. "Ya really think I can't charm my why past Bobby?" Sam gave him a look. "Shut up." Benny grinned as he wrapped his hand around Sam's bare ankle and dragged him down the bed and later on Sam would try to convince Benny that, no, he didn't giggle. He squirmed away and wrapped his arms around Benny's shoulders from behind, laughing when Benny started to fall back onto him, but turned around lightning-fast so that he ended up facing Sam instead, rolling onto his side and dragging Sam up off his back to pull him up next to him, burying his face in Sam's neck.
Sam chuckled, remembering back when everything had started and he'd freaked every time Benny did this. Now he was okay with Benny nuzzling lightly at the juncture of his neck and the jump in heart rate was for entirely different reason, even though Benny was enough of a Southern "gentleman" to at least wait for Dean to leave.
So Benny pretended to ignore Sam and instead asked about school and then realised just what a huge can of worms he'd opened when Sam started off on just how interesting the conversion of words from Latin to modern languages was, as well as the similarities between the languages he already knew and their common root.
Sam just really liked to learn and, if he got his way, he'd have a long time to be doing it. So as sam fiddled with the red-tinted metal of Benny's identity tags, Benny actually listen to him, until the time, around 2 am, that Sam started to wind down and let Benny put get up to leave, crawling under the covers. Benny was almost tempted to stay, but, creator or not, dean would kick his ass if he stayed with Sam whilst he needed blood.
Sam figured it was the murmured "G'night, Benny." that made him flit back and kiss him on the temple. "Good night, Sam. You get your rest now." Sam made a sleepy snorting noise. "Yeah yeah, mama hen." Benny refused to pat comment and flitted out, stopping only to tell Dean he was leaving.
A.N.= Sorry it's so short, it's late, I'm tired, it's been a long day.
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