I didn't notice I have been spacing out, submerged into the world of memories, until I felt Samantha's arms wrapping around me. I stiffed immediately, ready to defend myself from any attack. Cause that's the only thing I had been receiving since birth. In my mortal life both mother and father beat the crap out of me, when I had my own son I beat the crap out of him receiving only hateful words from him and in hell I was tortured until I turned into a demon.
So it surprised me when she hugged me tightly, trying to comfort me. No one ever did that, I had never received kindness from anyone. Any kind of kind gesture like kiss, hugs and sweet words, was the forced devolution of my partners after I gave them sex or dresses or costly jewels or anything they desired. So having this strange girl being concern about me, for the goodness of her heart, was startling.
"They are stupid then" she whispered in my ear, angrily. But for the first time in my life (both mortal and immortal) the words full of rage weren't directed to me, but were directed to someone else in my defense "You are an amazing person, Crowley. If your parents didn't see it is their loss, it's the win of Isabelle and Gaston... and mine. You have been nothing but kind to me, what makes you a good person" poor Samantha, she sees the good in me when there is nothing, I thought "And if you can afford the journey to Las Vegas from Scotland, plus staying in one of the best five stars hotel of the city, it means that you have succeed in life. You had won over your parents, they lost".
"If you only knew what I did to my son, he hates me. I can assure you I am no better than them" I said in a tight voice.
I should probably hate her for making me feel this weird emotions. Stuff that I could have continuing living my life without, but I couldn't.
"I believe that people deserve second chances. It doesn't matter what had they done, where are they from... or what are they" she explained to me.
The last part was whispered and I knew that I wasn't meant to hear it. I still did, and it surprised me. A hunter believing in equality between the humans and supernatural. That it's a first one, I contemplated in my head fascinated.
"What if they are very different and people, the society you are living on, thinks that they are monsters and have to be killed. What would you do on that moment?" I asked her, wanting to know what she truly believed on the matter.
"I... we are talking about gay people, aren't we? Please, tell me that this isn't you confessing to me that you are only attracted to men" she questioned me.
"Of course, I am talking about gay people" I replied, not wanting to blow up my cover "And no, I am not gay. I am bisexual".
"Cool... not that being gay is something bad... I totally accept it! I... I will better stop talking right now" she babbled nervously, her cheeks red from embarrassment.
Her reaction made me throw my head backwards and laugh. Not a fake one, but the most honest laugh I had in my life (not counting when I torture people of course). When I stopped laughing I returned my gaze to Samantha, only to find out that she was staring at me with a small smile.
"What?" I asked her gruffly "Do I have something on my face?".
"Happiness" she replied "It is the first time I see you smiling, and even laughing, honestly. I might not have known you before today, but I can tell that you haven't laughed in a long time".
"You didn't answer my question" I told her, trying to make her stop looking at me with so much kindness.
It was starting to make me feel uncomfortable and nervous, I don't know how to handle it... I don't know how to handle her. Which is very frustrating, cause I am very good handling people.
"I believe that people shouldn't be judge by who they are, or what they are, or where are they from, or even who they like" I could easily see that she wasn't talking only about gay couples and homophobic people, but also about the supernatural creatures and hunters "What matter are the choices of life you make, what you do with what you have and if you had ever hurt anyone" I winced at that, but cover it pretty good. However, she noticed. She has a good eye, I'll give her that "But there is nothing that can't be forgiven if you truly feel sorry".
"Why are you being so good to me? You barely know me?" I asked her confused, trying to change the topic of what is good and what is bad. I still could handle the situation.
"For the same reason I saved Isabelle" Samantha answered "I hate people being hurt or feeling sad, so if I can make something to help them I'll do it".
"You are a very good girl, Samantha" I smirked when she shivered as I spoke her name "So it is your sixteenth birthday today?".
"It was yesterday" she said, her bad mood returning "You know, I didn't want a big party, or a pretty dress, or even a huge cake. I hate those stuff! I would have been happy with just staying in the motel room with my family, eating Chinese food while watching the rerun of Grimm, pointing out how wrong they are or how near they got to the right thing this time. Maybe playing some poker or scramble latter, with cookie and rocky road ice cream. No gifts or cake, just being together and receiving a happy sweet sixteen from the people I love the most... that is all I ever wanted".
She sighed sadly and I started to loath her family at the moment. Before I admired them for making a name in our society so fast, but now I hated them for how they treated Samantha. Then got angry at myself for caring about how she felt.
"Why don't you tell them about how you feel?" I inquired.
"Because my father's answer would hurt me way more, than his absent" she answered, containing a whimper "He would say: 'Why are you so selfish?! Can't you see that I am working to make the world a beat place for you and everyone! Why do you always ask for too much?!" a single solitary tear fell from her right eye "Do I ask for too much?".
"No, you don't" I murmured, drying the tear with my thumb and wrapping my arms around her.
"I can't do this anymore" she whimpered against my shirt "I have seen horrible things during my trips, investigated and learnt about awful stuff, I was scorn by my father way too many times, was bullied and pushed away in every school for being different, forced into a life that goes against everything I believe on and I think that the only one I could always count on has now forgotten about me" she began crying, damping my designer shirt. I would normally kill whoever ruined any of my clothes, I am very picky on that. But for a reason my heart (the one I thought had lost a long time ago) broke for this strange broken girl "Dean is always with me for special occasions: birthdays, Christmas, Valentine's day, Halloween, Easter, Thanksgiving day and Independence day. Now he is always out, almost never talk to me anymore and now he had forgotten my sixteenth birthday" she cringed into herself "Damn it! I sound like a petulant little girl".
"No, you sound like a girl that had been hurt unjustly way too much by her family and couldn't keep it contained anymore" I told her and hugged her closer to me, she was practically sitting on my lap "Just let it all out, I'll be here for you Samantha".
As soon as the words left my mouth she broke down into tears, again. I will be there, Samantha. You won't be alone as I was, I promised myself inside my head.
