AN: In my rediculous effort to get ch 2 posted, I didn't do a great job editting. That's what I get for editting in the middle of the night and posting first thing the next morning without going back over it. Oh well. Please excuse the errors, especially the blatant 'rock, paper, scissors' one. Obviously, Sam was supposed to have thrown 'rock', and Dean, 'scissors'. Thanks, Raine, for pointing that out. ;)
That having been said... I don't own Supernatural, Dean, or Sam.
CHAPTER 3
I heard Sam and Dean go over the bars listed in the newspaper article as I excused myself to my room. I left my door open a crack, not bothering to go back and shut it when it didn't swing all the way closed. I toed off my sneakers and stripped down to my underwear, crossed my room to my dresser, and dug through my pajamas to find something I wouldn't mind being seen in. When I settled on something, black yoga pants and a black cami, I readied myself in case I ran in to Sam. My anger and hurt had subsided, but I was still overwhelmed with embarrassment.
I made it in to the bathroom and brushed my teeth without incident. When I opened the door, however, I ran smack in to Sam. Again.
"We've got to stop meeting like this." I sighed inwardly and took a step back. I tried to look around Sam into the hall, half expecting Dean to come barreling into him at any minute.
"If you're looking for Dean, he's not here." Sam planted himself in the doorway and crossed his arms.
"I'm- Dean's not here?" I was going to protest looking for him because I wasn't. Not really. Him not even being there caught me completely off guard.
Sam sighed and moved to lean against the wall by the door. I took a couple steps forward to lean against the door jam opposite him.
"He went to one of the bars listed in that article. One the guy disappeared from. He's scoping the place out... I wouldn't expect him back any time soon." Sam looked down at the floor briefly.
"Oh." It felt like such a lame reply, but I couldn't think of anything else to say. "Is it really a good idea? For Dean to go alone? I mean, is he safe?"
Sam snorted. "He'll be fine."
"Why didn't you go with him?" I expected an answer about it being more productive if they split up or something else hunting related.
Instead, I got, "Well, someone needed to stay here with you."
I didn't know whether to be flattered or offended.
"I need to take a break on the research. Do you mind if I watch tv?" Sam smiled sheepishly at me. I got the feeling he didn't like asking for things.
"Sure. Let me just get you the remote." I walked into the living room and grabbed the remote off the tv to hand to Sam. When he reached to take it, our hands touched again and I felt the same spark. I think I even gasped. Sam shot me a strange look before dropping his hand. I felt my face flush from the embarrassment of it all. I must be getting crazier and crazier in his eyes.
"Well, here you are. I have cable, so you should have plenty to choose from. Um. Let me know if you need anything, ok? And make yourself at home..." I turned to walk back to my room when Sam put his hand on my arm.
"You know you can stay. I mean, if you want, we could watch a movie together or something."
My insides did a little dance as I tried to answer nonchalantly. I settled on a curt nod and sat on the couch, Sam sitting less than a foot away.
"So what would you like to watch," Sam asked as he flipped channels. Before I'd had a chance to reply, he had found something. "Do you mind scary movies? This is my favorite and it just started…" Sam was watching me hesitantly.
I know I should have been thinking, "Oh! A scary movie! Maybe he'll hold me and comfort me and chase all the monsters away." But really, I was thinking, "My parents were hunters. I should be tougher than this. I'm going to end up jumping out of my skin and screeching like a little girl." In the end, I didn't want to let Sam down. And I wanted the chance to share something with him that he really enjoyed. I didn't know how many more of these opportunities I would get.
"Sure. Scary movies are great. I haven't seen this one, yet, either." I mentally kicked myself the whole time I was talking. "So what's this one called?"
"House of Wax." Sam made it clear that discussion time was over. I watched him settle in and get comfortable. I leaned back and tried to do the same, but my nerves were on edge. Every time Sam would shift, I would flinch. We were nearly half way into the movie before I could settle down enough to actually know what was going on. As luck would have it, as soon as I calmed down and got comfortable, some hot guy's skin would start coming off.
I did my best to make my flinch look like I was just changing positions when this Wade character was attacked. I don't think Sam bought it, though, when I tried to cover up my gag as a cough. I glanced at Sam out of the corner of my eye to see if he noticed. He definitely had, but I had firing power, too.
"Alright, big, bad hunter. Is that mean man too scary for you?" I was getting massive amounts of pleasure out of this.
"Hey, I'm not the one that jumped a foot in the air. Want me to scoot a little closer so I can save you from the tv monsters?"
I tried not to frown. "I'm not the tough guy here."
"You're right. I am. Come here." Sam gave me a goofy grin and raised his arm for me to curl up under. I wasn't sure if he was serious or not and hesitated for a beat before he motioned again. I leaned on him hesitantly, still keeping a little space between us.
"And I wasn't scared. The dude was getting his skin peeled off. By his friend. It's the only scene that gets me." I chuckled a little and allowed myself to relax more.
I was still focused on Sam, so when a loud bang sounded from outside, I nearly came unglued. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sam glance over at me, a huge shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He dropped his arm from the back of the couch and wrapped it over my shoulder, hugging me to his side.
"Hmph." I tried not to grumble too much at his mocking. After all, I didn't have much to be sore about. The guy I fancied had his arm around me and he smelled delicious. I took a deep breath, breathing him in. He had a light musky man smell and a hint of cologne. The combination was intoxicating.
Just then, there was a knock at the door and I jumped again. Sam was having a swell time trying to muffle his giggles. I shot him a questioning look and he shrugged in response. "Probably Dean. I locked the door after he left."
I regrettably got up, taking my time, hating leaving his side. I unlocked and swung the door open, noticing a trail of white stuff on the floor around the door. I bent to inspect it.
"You laid salt lines? Good job, Sammy," Dean said. It took me a minute to catch on. Salt lines. I had completely forgotten about my parents laying down salt to keep the spirits and demons out.
"Dean," began Sam, already sounding exasperated. "I'm not a kid anymore. Of course I remembered to lay salt lines."
"So what did you guys do while I was getting my ass chased?" Dean quirked an eyebrow at Sam and looked at the tv. "Scary movie, huh? Haley, I thought you hated scary movies? I mean, that's what you told me when I tried that move on you..."
"Dean, come on, its-"
"Chased?" I interrupted Sam. "By who?"
Dean showed his cocky smile. "Oh, I had it handled." Another cocky grin. "Besides, it was just a jealous boyfriend."
I rolled my eyes. One of many reasons Dean was only good to look at. The guy couldn't keep it in his pants for 48 hours.
"Dean, you didn't..." Sam didn't sound happy.
Dean hesitated, clearly just to annoy Sam that much more. "Naw. Not that I didn't want to." Dean winked at Sam and glanced at me.
"On that note, I think its time for me to head to bed."
"Aw, darlin', don't be jealous. You know you could have me if you'd just ask."
"Yeah. Me and half the town," I scoffed. I raised my hand in an abbreviated wave. "Night, guys." And I turned to head to my bed.
