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Sam was trying to comfort his brother, who kept slapping away the other's hands. In between wheezing and gasping, he mumbled something about personal space and not swinging a certain way. I couldn't help but smile. What a strange, lovable duo they were.
"What's wrong with him? Is everything alright?"
They looked at me, surprised, as though they were seeing me for the first time… again. I suddenly felt like a nosy neighbor. I mumbled sorry, saying there was no need to tell me if it was personal.
"No, no it's okay. My brother's just sick, that's all." Sam stammered nervously.
"I shouldn't have ask-" I started awkwardly but was cut off by Dean.
"Sam you're such a girl… I am not sick." Dean stated firmly.
"Dean…" Sam glared at his brother, voice so low it sent a sense of unease through me.
"What Sammy? You can't help me, you know that."
Sam kept quiet as he averted his gaze and looked down on the floor.
"You can't save me kiddo. I'm dying, you know that."
"Alright, time for bed. C'mon Dean."
Dean began to protest but Sam paid no heed to the grown man's grumbling. It came to me that I had obviously dropped in on a family moment and I was probably being an unwanted audience. I got up from the bed slowly and pulled the hoodie closer to me.
"I should go."
Both of them stopped short. They exchanged looks. I stood still, wondering where I'd actually go. It didn't seem like a very bright idea.
"You don't have to. You can stay the night here till we head out tomorrow morning." Sam spoke in such a manner that it didn't feel creepy at all. Wait, did he say it was night?
I ran to the window and threw back the curtains. Dean probably thought I was planning to run away because he shouted after me. I, however, was too preoccupied as I looked out the window, stunned speechless by the darkness outside.
"Alexis, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" Dean enquired quickly. I spun around to face them, terrified and curious at the same time.
"It's night…" I trailed off uncertainly, "…here."
"Yeah… so what of it?" Dean asked again.
"It's still day where I live. The sun hasn't even set yet." I answered easily, too bewildered to care that I was talking away to a stranger.
Sam's face set into deep concentration.
"Alexis, where exactly are you from?"I
I exhaled heavily. I guess we are going to talk now, seeing that I really am in a compromising situation.
"I don't know if you have heard of it. I'm from America."
They snorted together. It was not condescending, but I did shrink a bit on seeing their reaction.
"Okay, don't worry. We are in America so trust me we are familiar with it." Sam laughed a little while saying so, "Could you be more specific?"
"Texas."
"Go on." Sam nodded.
"Lawrence." I debated whether I should go on. Then I told myself they might only be the only ones who can help me out of this crazy place.
"Kansas." I finished quietly.
The silence that hung in the room was deafening. I shuffled uncomfortably under their unblinking stare.
"You can sleep in my bed. I'll take the coach." Sam said quietly, leading Dean to the bed who seemed to be lost in thought as he stopped arguing with his brother.
"I couldn't impose on you two…"
"You are not. Don't worry about it okay? Just get some sleep."
I didn't reply. I stood there, weighing the different aspects of the situation. Could I trust them?
"Look Alexis, I'll just fill you in on what's going on okay? Dean was badly hurt in a… camping trip a few days back." Sam sounded genuinely honest, "I'm taking him to a specialist tomorrow. Could you just, at least, wait till morning? We won't bother you, I promise."
They seemed to be nice. Besides what choice did I have?
"Alright. Thank you Sam" I replied gratefully, though I was still wary of them, "One condition though." "What's that?" "I'll take the couch. You don't have to give up your bed."
"But… there's no need of that. I am fine with sleeping on the couch."
I looked at him, scanning his height from head to toe; then I turned to the couch that was just a bit more than half his parameters.
I raised my eyebrows. Yeah right. He'll fit like a kitten in a matchbox.
I made my way to the couch and claimed it as my own. Sam looked exasperated.
"I am with her on this one, Sasquatch." Dean remarked from his bed. I couldn't help but let the amused giggle escape.
Sighing in defeat, Sam mumbled something between "okay you win" and "teaming up against me" as he handed me an extra blanket and pillows.
"Sleep tight." Sam smiled his brand of smile again, making me feel safe instantly.
"Don't let the bugs bite." Dean wasn't one to keep quiet.
"May the angels watch over you tonight." I contributed to the little slumber banter.
Dean sat up in bed. He looked straight at me, an unreadable expression on his face.
"What did you say?"
I was slightly perturbed, but repeated my words. There was a sudden, brief rush of tenderness in his eyes and his lips curled up in a gentle curve before disappearing just as quickly.
"Why'd you say that?" he asked with the curiosity of a child.
I shrugged. "I always say that."
The ghost of a smile returned to his face and it lingered on as he laid back in bed slowly.
"Thank you." He said, voice softening as he drifted off into sleep.
Sam and I exchanged looks. He turned back to his brother who was snoring gently.
"That goes for you too." I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as I could as I went about, folding the blanket in to a temporary sleeping bag.
"Good night Alexis."
The smile in his voice was as clear as day. I found myself doing the same.
Thoughts of Caden and our parents flooded my dreams. I strangely felt safe in spite of being in an alien place.
Yeah mushier than usual, I know. I'm just a sentimental dork and I can't help it xD
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