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[willneversayyes]

 Sam knows that. He's known from the moment he met the hunter that Rhys is one of those people that can truly be depended on. And that was before all his other feelings for the hunter got mixed in. He's always cared about Rhys. Always known he was friendly, and loyal, and good, but now? Now he gets to express it with his body as well as his words.

"Stay with us," he murmurs against the man's lips. By us he really means me, but there's no denying that where Sam is, Dean is sure to be. He's already planning on getting his own room. That way, next time won't have to be rushed. They can spend time just enjoying each other.

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[willneversayyes]

And Sam does relax at the touch. He can't remember if there was a time he'd ever felt as relaxed as he does now. Rhys' touch does that for him. And when he truly thinks about it, Rhys' presence does that for him. Even being around the empath soothes Sam. It always had.

"The more the merrier," he agrees. Having more help could never be a bad thing, especially when he knows that they can trust Rhys implicitly. No awkward adjustment to someone new or a trial period to see if he can be trusted. Rhys had earned his place in their circle.

At Rhys' smile, Sam can't help leaning down to kiss him. He's so sweet and so genuine, and the Winchester can see himself falling hard given even just a bit of time.

Augh. And, yes, still here, just was away for a bit. -.-

[sleight_of_fate]

Rhys is always careful with his powers around hunters by habit, but his care around Sam is even more than just normal caution: it's respect for the big man. From very early on, he'd wanted him to like him genuinely, with no question of influence.

So, exactly what Rhys is. Who he is. Easy smiles, warm touches, sly jokes, suggestive mis-texts, and nothing more. He's proved he can look after himself (or at least, be trusted to get out from underfoot when the shit hits the fan), he knows the business, and he knows the Winchesters. And, like them, he's driven by the genuine desire to help people: blood doesn't always tell.

They might be trying to behave, but he can't help but lean up to meet that kiss, press close under the warm spray and feel Sam's lips on his and his body strong and solid. As far as Rhys is concerned, they have all the time they need for Sam to be sure of how he feels. Part of this...part of all this...is patience, after all. Space, and understanding, and letting things go at whatever pace Sam needs. And, God, he just got off not that long ago, but the temptation's still there to just slide his way down to his knees right there, kissing his way Sam's body as he goes.

"Mmm, maybe not too much more, but I can at least be nice and share this much." He grins, all mischief and glittering blue eyes as he peers up. Mostly teasing, of course, but he still very much intends for nights to be all theirs with as few distractions as possible, when they can get away with it.