A/N: Another update. Thanks to everyone who is reading and reviewing to this story, if it wasn't for you girls/guys I wouldn't have finished the first story, or even considered a sequel to it. You made this sequel possible with your ideas of what you wanted to see and because I just couldn't let you all who didn't want the story to end be sad there wasn't more.

Here is more of your gift, a new chapter of the sequel. Enjoy! :)

My dreams weren't necessarily any help to the situation I was in. The scene kept replaying itself over and over again, flashing behind closed eyes. I must've made some sort of distressed noise in my sleep that called attention, because I woke up to Sam shaking my shoulders.

"Adie," he said, "It's just a dream. You're safe."

"Easy for you to say, you don't know what I was seeing."

"I think I can gather an idea."

There was something I hadn't noticed before in his appearance or way of speaking, a hint of a secret wanting and needing to be discovered. What was Sam keeping from me? Did Dean know what it was? It'd only make sense since they are brothers.

"What'd you do while I was sleeping?" I asked, curious, sitting up on the bed as he sat down.

"Watched television."

"There's nothing on at night, and even you wouldn't stoop to that level of boredom."

"How do you know?"

This new form of attitude caught me even more by surprise than the other things I was beginning to notice. I'm starting to think that this has been going on for a lot longer than just recently.

"Sam. Are you okay? What's wrong?" I began only to stop when I realized him avoiding my eyes as if in guilt. "You talked to him…" Leaning against the headboard, face empty, actually, I was empty, period.

"I'm sorry. I know you told me not to, but I was just—it was a stupid—I shouldn't have…"

"Sam…" I hadn't even known I had grown closer to him, placing my fingertips on his mouth to quiet him. "Shh."

"But," Sam tried, getting halted when I leaned in and softly pecked him on the lips, replacing my hand for a fraction of a second.

"I may have said not to, but for once I am going to be thankful. Someone at least cares," I smiled.

"More than you'll ever know," he muttered, however not too low that I couldn't hear.

I furrowed my eyes in confusion, knowing what I heard, but not sure what he meant. "Do you have any chunky monkey?" I asked innocently, shrugging off my thoughts and lack of knowledge at the moment, as my face beamed with anticipated excitement.

"Sugar isn't good for you this late at night Adie. You need to sleep."

"Oh come on Sammy, I had my sleep, I even got woken up by you if I recall, and sugar is what I need right now. If you have some in the fridge I promise to let you share with me."

'How can you resist that? You can't, that's the thing,' he thought.

"Isn't that Dean's and your thing? Chunky monkey and movies that are pointless and you watch them anyways to mock them?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I hit him playfully on the arm and giggled.

"Now it's our thing. From what I saw, there is no Dean and me," I said, standing up and grabbing his hands, pulling him forwards and on his feet.

What had come over me suddenly? I was never this way with Sam, ever, not even when younger. There was something about him that made me feel appreciated, and I've always loved that about him. Why hadn't I gone after him? Did I have hidden feelings about this man all this time and never really realized it?

My lips puckered out as my eyes widened and I nodded, considering the idea that was going through my head. I didn't know the answer to those questions that I had, I guess I'll have to find out as I go along. Right now wasn't the time to be thinking though and contemplating things, right now was the time to have fun and hang out with my friend Sam.

"Yes. I do have chunky monkey."

"Good."

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Sam watched Adie as she ate her ice cream, staring intently at the movie, "Dude Where's My Car?" How she could like such a movie, he had no clue. It was completely pointless, like she had wanted, but there was nothing to mock. Whenever he tried to do so on certain things he'd get shushed by her, and don't even get him started on the Ashton lip-lock. Sam shuddered at the thought playing in his brain, forever etched there. That scene didn't seem to faze Adie one bit.

'Now would be the perfect time to tell her Sam, that's if you were ever going to. That kiss she gave you… What you are doing now with her, it's definitely more than what you did as friends. Maybe she likes you too. Go on, find yourself and say something,' his voice inside was saying.

"Adie…" Sam began.

"What?" I asked, never taking my eyes off of the screen as Sam spoke to me.

"Can you turn that off?" he asked, causing me to groan and roll my head on my shoulders, taking my attention from the screen to settle onto Sam.

I immediately shot up when I sensed that this was important just by looking at him. My hand reached for the remote and turned off the screen, shifting to face Sam and staring at him, waiting.

"Okay, television off. Now what?"

"Listen and don't speak until I say I am done." I nodded in understanding.

The young hunter let out a big breath of air, knowing that he needed to get what had been kept inside all these years pent up and festering. "I know that you are hurting, even if you aren't showing it, about Dean and that this may not be the best time to bring this forth…"

Oh god, he better not want to be talking about getting my feelings out, my emotions that are sure to eat me alive because it's unhealthy to keep them in and not tell anyone. Why did I have to have a friend who was a guy that was touchy feely like this? My face remained the same, encouraging and smiling, but deep down, I was screaming my internal organs to pieces of shattered chunks and liquids. I didn't hear anything else really, until my hearing decided to kick in full blast as I tensed up, startled.

"…I've liked you ever since I met you in High School. Since that day that my brother and me moved in, it was our first attending to the place and I had run into you in the hallway because we were both late for class. It kills me to know what Dean is doing to you, and it kills me more to live every moment around you, knowing that you love Dean and not me. I just wanted to let you in on the fact that I like you and may even possibly love you Adie. It's okay if you don't feel the same in return—just—I needed to get that off my chest and out into the open. You deserve to know."

He stared at her, eyebrows raised, wanting to see or hear her response to what he had just informed her of, and yet there was no movement but her mouth opening in silent shock.

"You can respond now."

Author End Note: (Runs and ducks for cover behind tall bad and new tall mattress from flying objects)

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