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This Hunting Life

Written by tfw_cas
Art by @kuwlshadow
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 28,434
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Major Tags: Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy, Castiel/Dean Winchester, canon compliant to 12×23, canon episode dialogue, temporary character death, case fic, British Men of Letters, sexual content
Summary: Their lives should have been very different, but for Eileen Leahy and Sam Winchester, hunting is all they have ever known. They are thrown together on one case after another, and friendship, and maybe something more, starts to blossom between them.

When tragedy strikes, they are ripped apart – maybe for ever. Can anything be done to save them, or will Eileen be just another in a long list of women that Sam has lost?

Posting February 23rd

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“Bacon and eggs. I like to get some meat whenever I can.” Eileen smiled mischievously, and Sam suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe properly. So, they were back to the flirting again, were they? Well, bring it on.

“I think you’ll be happy with what I give you.” Sam turned away to start making the food, so he didn’t see Eileen’s reaction, but he was pretty certain he heard her giggle.

Sam made omelets with crispy bacon on the side, and after saving some for Dean, Sam served it up for him and Eileen. They sat and ate at the kitchen table, and Sam found himself savouring the domesticity of it all. He could really get used to this – it felt warm and cosy.

“Do you think you might be able to stick around for a while?” Sam tried to come off as nonchalant; like the answer wasn’t important either way.

“I should hit the road, once we know Dean is okay.”

Sam tried – and failed – to cover up the disappointment he felt, and Eileen made a sympathetic face.

“I promise to visit you and Dean when I’m back this way. If a hunt brings me in this direction…” Eileen smiled sweetly, and Sam accepted that he was going to have to just deal with her leaving sooner, rather than later.

“You’d better.” Sam cleared the table, and put the dishes in the sink for later, then turned back to Eileen. “Shall we check on Dean?”

Eileen nodded, and they went back to the dungeon – hopefully for the last time. Dean was sitting up, and stared wide-eyed at them as they came through the door.

“Hey Sam, Eileen. Nice of you to come get me. What the hell am I doing in the dungeon, in handcuffs? And why do I have such a bad headache?”