(Can you tell what shows are parodied?)
"What you reading?" Loki leaned over Sam's shoulder as Sam was reading a dusty tomb. Sam grunted. Loki rolled his eyes and walked around the table, setting a plate of spinach and grilled chicken just behind Sam's book. The chicken was still steaming and Loki took the other chair, waiting for Sam to finally pull his nose out of the pages. Sam had been in the books all day, and honestly, it was boring. Loki entertained himself by putting a new flat screen on Sam's wall and watching any show he could think of that he needed to catch up on. Dr. Sexy MD. Doctor What. S. Holmes. College Wolf. And he was nearly caught up with S. Holmes by the time he realized Sam had not ingested anything but beer all day. The sun was setting and Sam hadn't even checked the fridge to see what he'd stuck in there.
Sam slowly lifted the book and frowned at the simple salad, "Did you make that?"
Loki waved his hand about, silently claiming that it was a small part of his amazing powers. He'd had good chicken and greens before. He knew what they were, so he could manifest them. Loki had eaten countless things before humans manufactured sugar. It wasn't hard to whip up something, "I'm a culinary master." Sam gave him a disbelieving look and Loki flicked his wrist, a fork appearing in his hands and he set it beside the dish.
"I bet you couldn't boil water without magic." Sam quipped and slowly closed the book.
"Sam, please." Loki rolled his eyes, "I've been around for centuries. I could make you a grilled cheese without my magic." He said it with as much gusto as possible and he saw Sam's lips tighten, threatening a smile. Sam was very focused on being bitter with him and Loki was determined to break that. Sam took up the fork and stabbed it into the chicken and some of the spinach before he hesitantly tucked into his mouth. Loki was very pleased and a sly smile slid into place when he was the surprise on Sam's face.
"It's good." Sam chewed and met Loki's eyes for a second before looking back down at his plate and swallowing. A thank you was on the tip of Sam's tongue, Loki knew it. Loki wasn't looking for a thank you though. He leaned on the table with his elbows.
"You know, I know a certain canine that's missed you." Loki said and Sam looked up again, slowly consuming the tender chicken and leaves.
"How is Max?" Sam asked.
"Pining constantly." Loki rolled his eyes upwards, "'When's Sam coming back?, When's Sam going to bring more chicken? When is Sam going to sleep over again? He makes a better pillow than you', blah, blah, blah." A tight smile squeezed onto Sam's face and Loki smiled more.
"He doesn't actually talk you know." Sam said, pushing the food around the plate like a fussy kid.
"He doesn't speak human, but he's a chatterbox, I'll tell you that." Loki waved his hand and a small dog door appeared on the front of Sam's apartment door. Sam didn't notice it until Max whined as he poked his nose through the door and saw Sam. An actual smile graced Sam's mouth and he dropped the fork.
"Max!" Sam sounded surprised and Max darted in, jumping right into Sam's lap and started licking Sam's face. Loki smiled, watching the touching reunion. He squashed down the burning sensation of wanting to be the one Sam greeted so readily.
"Hey, Max, you never greet me like that." Loki wagged his finger at the two of them. Max was being squished in a Sam sized hug and Sam looked all watery-eyed again. Max just licked Sam's chin and face; what ever part of Sam he could greet.
"I bring him chicken." Sam managed, sounding a little choked and he relaxed from the hug, favoring to rub Max's panting face in his hands. If nothing else, Max could instantly make Sam feel better. Sam took a deep breath and as the excitement cooled down, Max realized there was chicken on the table. Sam chuckled wetly and set Max on the floor, "That's my chicken this time, Max." Sam sat back and rubbed Max's head, even when Max rested his face on Sam's thigh, staring at him with those watery eyes. Loki just smiled and Sam looked back at him for a moment, "What?"
"Hm?" Loki was leaning on his hand, just watching.
"You're staring." Sam picked up his fork again and more readily ate his dish.
"Just watching you swoon over my room mate instead of me. I'm all sorts of jealous." Loki gave enough flare to the last line to cover up the truth of it and Sam chewed, his exuberant smile mellowing to a smaller version of itself.
"Your dog is cute." Sam muttered through his mouthful and Loki smiled a little more. He sounded a little like the old Sam. Just a little. But it was a nice start.
Sam woke up, hearing crickets chirp from the open window and to the dark of the apartment. He moved and heard a discontent rumble from beside him on the cot. His hand moved to pet Max's belly and Max mellowed back to sleep. Sam didn't remember going to bed. Or rather, he didn't remember collapsing into a coma after a fruitless bout of research. He looked around, the only light in the room was from the flickering wide screen TV and he noticed Loki was absent from the busted up couch.
He rubbed his eyes and fished out his phone to check the time. 4 AM. Sam laid back in bed for a moment before he rolled out of bed and he walked to the fridge. Maybe he'd fallen asleep from exhaustion and Loki moved him. Loki was strong enough to. Sam viewed the refrigerator, mildly surprised that Loki could actually pull together a decent shopping order. But instead of an apple Sam took up a beer and opened it. The first gulp wet his parched mouth and the second helped with the cloud of gloom than he always felt suffocating him. He shut the fridge and leaned against it, slowly draining the bottle.
None of the books he had were helping. Nothing was working. Dean was still in hell; because of him. Sam rubbed his eyes, fighting the sleep by pacing around. He always ended up doing this when he was stuck. He was stuck, trying to rescue Dean with no plan. With no back up. Bobby said nothing but apologies for not finding anything. Loki didn't have anything. There was also nothing on Lilith. It was like the bitch had vanished. When he got his hands on her...
"You up already?" Loki's voice startled him from the door.
"Yeah. So?" Sam said as Loki walked closer. Sam took a deep breath to settle his nerves and tossed the empty bottle into the trash can. He went into the fridge for another bottle.
"A bit early for drinking, don't you think?" Loki asked. Sam popped the bottle top off whilst looking at Loki. Sex wiggled itself back into Sam's head. The possibility was there. Loki was there. Sam wouldn't have minded losing himself for a while. Like old times. At least for a while it would feel good. At least it would feel somewhat normal.
"No." Sam shrugged and when he took a sip, he didn't find beer, he found water. Sam frowned at the drink. Loki gave him a quirked brow, Sam could see it in the light of the TV screen.
"Yeah, I think it's a bit late." Loki insisted.
"Turn it back." Sam tapped his finger on the bottle, "I'm an adult, I can drink when ever I want."
"Promise you'll go to bed after." Loki said and Sam rolled his eyes.
"Yes, sure." Sam rolled his eyes and Loki waved his hand. Sam sipped from the lip and gratefully found beer again. Loki went to the TV and the TV started flipping through channels by itself. Sam watched him, the idea of sex draining away. It was odd being in the room with Loki without the trickster constantly having his eyes on him. Normally they went to sex right away and maybe Sam expected that to stay the same. Finally the TV light flickered out and Loki took Sam's hand, leading him back to the cot. Sam was set down on the thin mattress and the empty bottle was taken from his fingers. Loki dragged his fingers through Sam's hair.
"Go back to sleep." Loki pressed down on Sam's forehead and Sam was put flat on his back, his head hitting the pillow. "You still have 2 hours til sunrise." As Loki pulled away, Sam's hand reached up and took Loki's hand. Loki stopped, looking down at Sam curiously.
"Why are you here, Loki?" Sam asked tiredly, "There's better places you can be. More fun than here..." Loki shook his head.
"You're missing the point, Sam. You're always missing the point." Loki leaned down and kissed Sam's forehead, "I'm here because I want to be." Loki's hand slipped away and Sam closed his eyes, sleep over taking him quicker than he thought it would.