Chapter Two
Cheyenne climbed into the bed that she and Sam shared. There were only two beds in the motel room and there was no way in hell she was sharing a bed with Dean after what happened earlier that night.
I'm always there for you. She thought to herself. Why do you always have to bring out your damn negativity? You know things are easier when I'm here. I play doctor after each job is done, I cook you food. God knows if I wasn't here you and Sam would be wishing I came with you anyways.
Cheyenne rolled onto her back and stared at the dark ceiling. She didn't like the memories that came into her head. The fact that her boyfriend and her brother had died by evil that put them on a ceiling and started the fire killed her inside.
Cheyenne could hear Dean snoring. Oh dear God… Will he ever put a plug in it?
"Cheyenne?" Sam whispered.
Cheyenne moved her head so she was looking at what she could see of Sam. "Yeah, Sam. I'm awake."
Sam rolled onto his side so he was facing her. "I'm sorry for what Dean said tonight."
"It's okay, Sammy. Really. I know he didn't mean it. He's just tired of falling on his face every time a job is done. I've only been with you two a month. He'll get used to me being around sooner or later." Cheyenne said.
"I'm happy you're here," Sam began. "You've been a huge help with cleaning up our battle wounds and keeping us from dying of hunger. You're the only one out of the three of us who can cook a decent meal."
Cheyenne laughed. "God knows you two get enough battle wounds… Hell… God knows I've gotten my share, too. All the fighting I've done. I'm happy we ran into each other that day. Things have been easier on everybody since we started hunting together."
Sam was silent.
"Sam… What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He replied. "Just thinking."
"Alright. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. Goodnight, Sam."
"Yeah. Goodnight."
What is coming over me? Sam thought to himself. I haven't felt like this in a long time. Not since… Jess. I love Jess. I always will… But now… God! Come on, Sam! Get a hold of yourself. Maybe it's just a crush. It can't be anything serious… Can it?
Sam rolled over, his back facing Cheyenne. Within seconds of closing his eyes, Sam was asleep.
Cheyenne woke up to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. The other side of the bed was empty. She knew it was Sam in the shower because she could still here Dean's annoying snoring coming from the other side of the room. Cheyenne smiled to herself. She got up out of her bed and tiptoed over to Dean's bed.
"You're going to get mad at me for what I'm going to do to you, Dean Winchester." Cheyenne whispered to herself.
She began moving her hand to plug his nose when out of nowhere, his hand shot up and grabbed hers. She screamed.
"Don't even think about it, Evans." Dean said, opening his eyes.
"Jesus, Dean. You scared the shit out of me." Cheyenne said, breathing heavy.
Sam ran out of the bathroom wearing only a towel around his waist. "What's going on?"
Dean let go of Cheyenne's wrist. "Nothing." He sat up.
"I thought I heard Cheyenne scream, though." Sam said.
"I did. I was going to plug Dean's nose to wake him up because he wouldn't stop snoring but he scared me by grabbing my wrist." Cheyenne explained. Wow. He has one hell of a body. She thought to herself.
"Wait." Sam said. "You've been with us for what, a little over a month, and you didn't know that Dean was a light sleeper?"
"I know now." Cheyenne said, sitting down on the bed. "Dean… You really need to buy anti-snoring pills or something. I barely got any sleep last night."
"I do take anti-snoring pills." Dean said, waving a hand through his hair.
"Buy stronger ones."
Dean gave her a cocky grin. He glanced up at Sam. "Are you done with the shower?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah. I'm done. Go ahead."
"I'm going outside for a couple minutes. If you guys need me, I'll be right outside the door." Cheyenne said.
"You're going out in your pajamas?" Dean asked.
"I'll change first. I won't be long then you can have your shower."
Cheyenne grabbed a change of clothes and headed for the bathroom. She shut the door. Sam looked at Dean.
"What?" Dean asked, grabbing clean clothes.
"You could be a little nicer to Cheyenne. She tries really hard to get along with us and so far it's pretty much only me that seems to be a friend to her." Sam said.
"I know. I'm sorry for it too, trust me. I'm just… I'm not used to having a girl tend to our every need and help us with research and killing things. She's good at it. She has skills." Dean replied.
"Yeah, well… She has been doing this for a couple of years. She's not going to stop. And by the way things are right now, I don't think she's going anywhere either."
Cheyenne walked out of the bathroom. "I'll be outside." She threw her clothes in her bag and headed out the door.
"I'll be in the shower." Dean said, heading into the bathroom. He shut the door.
"I'll be getting changed!" Sam mocked his brother and Cheyenne. He shook his head.
Sam got changed and went outside. "Hey." He sat down beside Cheyenne.
"Hey, Sammy." She replied.
"What's up?" He asked.
"Nothing." She shook her head. "Just thinking."
"Oh? About what?"
You was what she was thinking inside of her head. "It's nothing important."
"Okay…" He said. "Cheyenne… You do know that Dean is grateful that you're here, don't you?"
"He has a very odd way of showing it."
"He's like that with everybody. Dean's a good person. You just have to get to know him better."
Cheyenne stood up. "I will."
Sam stood up. "He does like you, don't worry. He's just insecure at times." He hugged her.
Cheyenne wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight. She didn't want to let go. This feels so right. She thought. But it's probably wrong… I guess we'll have to see how things go…
Our bodies fit perfectly together. I still love Jess though, I always will… But these feelings inside of me for Cheyenne just keep growing everyday. We'll see what happens later on. Maybe when we kill whatever killed Mom and Jess, Cheyenne and I could try to be together. Maybe. Scratch Maybe. Hopefully we could be together. Sam thought. He embraced her tighter.
