For those who haven't read my profile, I have decided to satisfy people's curiosity with making another Supernatural fanfic. It's a spinoff of my "Winchesters We Have an Angel" story, which is reserved for Dean and Daliah. This is for Sam and Daliah. Treat it well pretty please and make sure to review. No flames! Also, this picks up from Chapter 7 of "Winchesters We Have an Angel".
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the characters, just my ideas.
Chapter 1: Daliah's Choice
A knock on my front door startles me, but it's just Sam. I sigh, letting him in.
"What's wrong?" He takes me by my shoulders.
"Huh?" I ask, thoroughly confused.
"You called me and said you were in trouble. What happened, did something attack you?"
"Sam, nothing happened, I promise." I force him to look at me. He pulls me into a big hug. I awkwardly pat his back before he releases me.
"I'm just glad you're safe, Leah. I don't know if I can go through losing you again."
"Again? What the hell are you talking about, Sam?"
"To be honest, I've been thinking about this for a really long time." Sam takes my hands in his. I raise an eyebrow. "Leah, I love you."
"I love you too, Sam."
"You do?" He looks happy.
"Of course I do, you're my best friend and the closest thing I have to a brother."
"Oh… I, um, actually meant – " He starts, blushing.
"Oh. Oh!" I wince, finding myself in a very awkward position.
"But, I mean, it's okay, right?"
"You really love me? Like more than a friend?" I say, realizing the full situation.
"Yeah, but you chose Dean a long time ago, so I have to come to terms with that. It's just really hard because I want you so much it hurts, Leah, and I know you want me too. Somewhere deep inside you know you do." He strokes my cheek gently before he leaves. I stand there for a moment before I sink to the floor and cry. It's half true what Sam said. I used to like him a lot before I realized my true feelings for Dean. Now, I don't have any feelings for him but those of family. Castiel appears next to me and pulls me into a hug. I'm surprised at first, then I return his hug, resting my head on his strong shoulder.
"Cass, do you think I made the right choice?" I ask as he lets me go.
"You mean, what would have happened had you not chosen Dean?"
"Yes."
"I cannot say, but I would not tamper with that choice. It was yours to make. Besides, are you not happy with that decision?"
"I don't know what I'm happy with anymore. If I had chosen Sam, maybe my life would be better somehow."
"If that is what you want to know, perhaps you should go back and make that change yourself?"
"Would you do that for me Cass?" I look at him, imploringly.
"Do you not understand the dangers of this?"
"I do understand, but please! I have to know!" I go down on my knees.
"Very well, but do not say I did not warn you. Everything will change, including the time." He touches my forehead and I'm pulled back in time to three years ago. I gasp, realizing that I'm standing outside the pancake house where I first met Dean. However, it's somewhat different because it's in the middle of the day in summer.
"Castiel!" I mutter. Alfred and Mom are standing next to me with shocked looks on their faces.
"Are you all right, Leah?" Mom asks, concerned.
"What? Oh, yeah, um, I'm fine. Just fine." I clear my throat and head inside with them. We are shown to our booth. No sooner had we sat down, then Sam and Dean walk through the door.
"Dean, why did we come here in the first place?" Sam asks, sighing in annoyance.
"I wanted pancakes!" Dean says, shrugging.
"There were at least twelve McDonald's we passed by and like five Perkins'. Why this place?"
"I don't know, maybe because it has the best pancakes in the world?" Dean sits down at the table next to ours. Sam shakes his head before he sits down. Mom notices me looking at them.
"Something wrong, Leah?"
"No, nothing, I just… They just remind me of people I used to know in high school. That's all." I say, as I accidentally knock my menu to the ground. Rolling my eyes, I reach down and grab it. I sit upright again and hear Dean say something to Sam.
"That girl over there is totally hot, Sam!"
"So, go ask her out then."
"I can't ask her out, you do it for me! She's probably more into geeks anyway. Girls like her usually are."
"Really? I thought it was the other way around?"
"Fine, I'll go ask her out then!"
"No!" Sam says, louder than he meant. I look over at him, surprised.
"Well, now you've got her attention, Sammy. You have to ask her out now."
"No, Dean! I don't even know her!" Sam whispers as I glance back at my menu. Something solid hits my head, landing in my lap.
"What the–?" I look at the object.
"What's wrong?" Alfred looks up from his menu.
"Car keys." I show him.
"Dean, what the hell? Why'd you chuck our car keys at her?" Sam hisses.
"She's coming over now, so what's the problem?"
"Sometimes, I'm afraid to admit that I'm your brother." Sam sighs as I walk over to them.
"Are these your car keys?" I offer them to Dean.
"Nope, but they are his. Sammy, take your keys." Dean throws them at Sam. He catches them.
"Thanks. I don't know how they made their way to you, but I'm glad they did." Sam gives Dean his signature 'I'll-kill-you-later' look. I give him a look that feigns innocence.
"Sammy, you're being completely rude to our guest!" Dean extends his hand to me. "I'm Dean Winchester."
"Daliah Reynolds." I shake his hand, all my old feelings returning. Dean kicks Sam.
"Ow! I'm Sam Winchester." He grimaces.
"Pleased to meet you both. Glad you got your keys back, Sam." I smile at him and turn to return to my booth.
"Do you want to join us?" Dean asks. I raise my eyebrows at the familiar look in his eyes.
"You don't have to, if you'd rather not." Sam puts in quickly.
"Actually, I rather would." Out of the corner of my eye, I see Mom and Alfred smiling at each other. I know they're happy for me. Sam moves over and I sit next to him. He shares his menu with me. A familiar pretty blonde haired, blue-eyed waitress comes over.
"What can I get for you?" She asks. I glance at her nametag. Her name is Sierra; the same Sierra that was my waitress when Dean and I first met. No, that never happened! I think bitterly to myself.
"Ladies first." Sam says, looking at me. I bite my lip.
"I'll have the chocolate chip pancakes with hashbrowns and orange juice please." I say to Sierra. Dean looks at me in surprise. "What?" I ask him, already knowing the answer.
"That's what I usually order." He smiles at me.
"Really?" I say, doubtfully.
"Well, I add bacon." He tells his order to Sierra. Sam shrugs and tells Sierra his order. After we eat, I say goodbye to them.
"Wait, Sam!" I give him a slip of paper with a phone number on it.
"What's this?"
"Just in case you wanna hang out sometime." I shyly smile at him and leave with Mom and Alfred. I hear him laugh softly and Dean pat him hard on the back.
"So, who were those two anyway?" Alfred asks, intrigued as always.
"Sam and Dean Winchester." I say, smiling. I still have feelings for Dean, but I try to forget them over the next few days. About two weeks after I re-met Sam and Dean, my cell phone rings. Startled awake, I sit bolt upright in my bed as I answer it.
"Hello?" I say, getting my hair out of my mouth.
"Daliah, hey, it's Sam Winchester. You know, the dork from the pancake house."
"Yeah! What's up?" I smile, nearly falling out of bed.
"I was just wondering if you'd like to go out with me tonight?" He seems to be out of breath from something. I guess it's from fighting a demon. I think about this and roll my eyes.
"Sure, what time?" I look into my closet, trying to find a decent outfit.
"Uh, does 7 work for you?"
"7's fine."
"Great! I'll pick you up."
"Sam, you'll need something."
"What?" He says, confused.
"My address." I giggle.
"Oh, right. Um… I don't have a pen on me."
"It's okay, I'll text it to you."
"Okay, I'll be looking forward to that."
"Bye, Sam, see you tonight!" I wait for him to hang up before I do. Something slams against my window. I drop my cell on the floor. I open the window and see a man sprawled on the ground.
