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Tim the Toolman would be green with envy [Open]

Xander found the selling memories guy too creepy. The only memories he would consider selling would be those fake ones from the fake older Xander guy who helped up screw up his first wedding. And he was trying not to think too much about the second wedding, even though he had been helping the Winchesters with the home improvements. Sam was still mostly clueless, and he was getting tired of Dean's glares.

At least there's another shore leave with plenty of housewares shops with supplies for guys who like to build. As long as you got the dough. Still the allowance Stacy offered helped a lot with getting much needed equipment for his shop. There were some fun power tools in one shop that looked promising. Also a socket wrench set that would make the Tool Time guys weep with joy.

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"Something unique and probably nothing I want to know." A few things came up, enough to know both of their worlds were not happy funtime places.

Xander nodded, "Sure, sure, just let me know what else you want for the rooms. Shouldn't be hard to get the second bathroom set up for one."

Sam looked around. "Well, I figure you know what's needed more than I do. So, you know, if you wanna just get some stuff? Because we've probably got more credits than we can spend ourselves."

"Oh sure yeah, can just go in here. Uh, I might still need your opinion on some of the designs. Especially for the mancave Dean was going on about. Only I think he called it a manly Batcave which hey, bonus points there."

"You know, I wish I thought you were kidding about that." Sam snorted and shook his head. "Where, exactly, is he planning to put the Batcave? I don't think the topsoil in the City is deep enough for anything like that." Then again, he could be wrong, he supposed.

"No, no, nothing actually underground. He said about how it's a mancave with lots of entertainment options, but a Batcave because and I quote, 'It'd be extra awesome and badass.'"

Xander just shrugged at that.

Sam snorted. "Sounds like my brother." Not that he would complain in the least. "Though it sounds like a good plan, too." He turned, looking at the tools. "We've never really had a chance to stick around anyplace long enough to get attached. To places or people."

Xander picked up a few tools, and checked for a few more items. He would often look back at Sam. Not staring, oh no, of course not. He's just looking as part of a conversation.

"Yeah, but at least you could go anywhere. And your home was never over a Hellmouth."

"Not over a Hellmouth, no. But walked into a few a couple of times." And was, apparently, destined to basically be the big bad in the end. Not something he wanted to think about.

Sam watched him for a few more moments, wondering what he should say before he finally just blurted it out. "I know." Then followed up with, "I mean, about...you know."

Crap. He was CRAP at this stuff.

"Yeah, Buff knows a little about that kind of thing," he agreed, and then his brain short circuited at Sam's next comment.

"You know? You mean you know-know?" Oh god, oh god, he's screwed. Here we go, another big rejection, you'd think he'd be used to it by now. After all, just because he asked Willow about gaying him up years ago means it really works that way. Tara, and Andrew both explained how it really worked in their own way. Plus, the less said about what happened between him and Mas...Dracula? The better.

Sam straightened, walking over to Xander. "Yeah, I know." He kept his voice down, trying not to spook him. "It's kind of embarrassing to have to be told somebody has a crush on you by an outside observer."

Seriously. He should have known about that on his own, not had to have a Yeerk tell him.

At least he sounded a bit bemused rather than mad.

Xander stood still with a clear deer in the headlights expression still. He gave a weak laugh though.

"And here I thought I was just being all ninja about it."

He snorted, shaking his head. "No. I'm just that clueless."

Sam shifted, balancing from one foot to the other for a moment. "Look. I'm...not good at this," he said after a moment. "I mean, the whole people having crushes and stuff. We never really stuck around anywhere for it to matter."

"No, no, it's all right, I kind of figured you're not into that thing, and you just want to let me down easy right?"

He shifted again, slightly uncomfortable for a different reason. Still, Sam looked up and looked Xander in the eye. "I never said that."

Xander stared back at him with his eye, and gulped audibly.

"Ok then what are you saying?"

Sam took a breath and let it out slowly. "It means...I don't know where this is going. If it's going anywhere. And maybe I need to think about it a little more, but...I don't want to say no, either."

It was all confusing, but it was hard to keep people at arms length on the ship.

Xander blinked. Blinked.

And then blinked a few more times.

"Sorry, I think my brain just hit the wall, what was that? Was that a yes or a maybe?"

Sam ran his hand back through his hair. "Honestly? It probably wasn't very clear." Looking up again, he shook his head. "Right now, it's a maybe. I'm just...not ruling out a yes in the future. Okay?"

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