Stronger Than Ever Δ SPN [3]

041. MICHAEL'S SWORD

Libby has been practically glued to Sam since getting back from apocalypse world. Given she's usually glued to him after traumatic events, he's not shocked by it and is -- as usual -- perfectly okay with it. She basically follows him around like a lost dog.

They've been helping the survivors all settle in and get used to this world. Sam and Libby are currently in the kitchen, it late at night so everybody else is in bed. Libby managed to convince Sam to buy ice cream and he's scooping it out for her.

"Okay. That good?" Sam asks.

"I mean... I would personally prefer if I could just eat it out of the carton." Libby reaches for the container, but Sam slides it out of her reach.

"You're lucky I bought ice cream. Don't push it." Sam says, a small smile on his face.

"One more scoop?" Libby hopefully asks, showing him puppy dog eyes.

Sam glances between her and the bowl which already has three fairly sized scoops. He relents, adding one more scoop of ice cream into the bowl, watching Libby's hopeful look turn into a grin and she quietly claps her hands.

"Sometimes you still act like a three year old." Sam chuckles softly.

"We all do." Libby says, Sam not able to argue. He puts the ice cream in the freezer and gets the chocolate syrup and sprinkles on. He pours a fair amount of both on top of her ice cream. He grabs a spoon and puts it in the bowl.

"Enjoy your health hazard." Sam slides the bowl over to her.

"Dad." Libby complains.

"Okay, okay, sorry. Enjoy your ice cream." Sam says.

"You know, a little of ice cream wouldn't kill you." Libby says. "You're not gonna melt into a pile of vegetables or something."

"What?" Sam laughs.

"I'm just saying. Maybe it would do you some good." Libby says, her mouth full of the cold treat.

"And what good would that be?" Sam asks.

"Maybe you'd be less tense." She shrugs.

"I-- I'm not tense." Sam says.

"You look tense."

"Bessie--"

"I'm just saying."

"Eat your ice cream before I take it away." He threatens, though both know he won't take it.

"Okay." She mumbles, looking down to make sure she gets a fair amount of dessert on her spoon.

Sam watches her eat with a soft expression on his face, just enjoying the little one on one time with his baby when neither of them are in danger.

"How are you?" Sam quietly asks.

"Well, I have ice cream, so pretty good." Libby says.

"Bessie, I'm serious." Sam says. Libby stares at her ice cream, starting to swirl the spoon around and twirl the utensil in her hand.

"I'm okay." She mumbles. She looks up at Sam, seeing the look he's giving her to tell the truth. "I've been better. But I'm not super duper depressed, so... what more could you ask for, right?"

"The nightmares?" Sam asks. She started sleeping in her own bed a few nights ago, having spent the first few back with him.

"They're still happening." Libby answers, knowing lying is only going to make this longer.

"Why don't you come get me?" Sam asks.

"I'm a big girl. I can handle it." Libby says.

"I know. But you don't have to. It's nice having somebody else help you handle it." Sam says.