A Different Life
Chapter Six: Possible Relationship
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. It is the sole property of Eric Kripke, the CW, and the WB. So, not mine.
Once again, thanks to the reviews I've received-20 so far for the entire fic!! Thanks guys, it really makes this gloomy day seem so much brighter!!
Anyways, here's chapter six, it's really fluffy, so…beware!
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I woke up the next morning to be greeted with my cheek throbbing in pain. Of course, it didn't help that I had been laying on that cheek either. I got up and went to the mirror in the bathroom to make sure I hadn't popped the stitches, causing more damage than before. Luckily, I hadn't and I splashed a little water on my face to attempt to wake up. I walked back to my bed and glanced at the alarm clock on the side table. It was only seven in the morning. I groaned and collapsed on my bed, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep.
Knock, knock, knock.
My eyes flew opened and I groaned again. So much for sleeping. I got up and threw on the short thin robe I had over my tank top and shorts, then opened the door. Sam stood there with a smile on his face. He was holding a traveling tray with two coffees and a paper bag. I opened the door wider to let him in before shutting it again.
"Thought you would like some breakfast," he said as I turned back to him.
"Thanks," I said yawning and following him to the table. I grabbed my duffle bag and placed it on my bed, that way there was more room.
"So…uh…how are you feeling?" Sam asked. "I mean, are the stitches bothering you or anything?"
"I'm fine," I said. "They were hurting when I woke up, but I guess it didn't help that I was lying on them."
"I'm surprised that you slept at all if you were lying on them," he said, handing me a styrofoam container and a coffee. I opened the box, finding biscuits and gravy and a side of hash browns. Apparently Sam had ordered the same thing, for a similar box sat in front of him as well. We ate in silence, sometimes talking about how the meal was or our next plan of action. But none of our topics mentioned the night before…or the motive of that kiss. It was if it never happened. Of course, it would be a bit awkward if one of us just randomly burst out with, 'So, that kiss last night,' or something like that. I didn't let my mind wander about it too much, but I couldn't help but wonder why.
We finished our meal, and afterwards I cleaned off the table while Sam finished his coffee. "Are we leaving today?" I asked quietly, turning to him after I disposed of our boxes.
"Yeah," he said. "I figured we should take Bobby's advice and head back to the Roadhouse…see if Ellen has anything for one of us."
'One of us.' I thought about that phrase for a moment. Was this our only hunt together? Or was he blindly saying it. Maybe it meant nothing, maybe we weren't parting…
But why was I worrying about this? I should be happy, relieved that I would be back on my own, doing my own thing. I would be able to cruise the country in my Jeep in peace. But…the past few days…being with Sam…I liked having a partner again. I liked having someone to talk to. I liked…
I liked Sam.
"Alayna? Hey," Sam's voice brought me from my thoughts. "What happened you just…zoned out."
"Sorry," I said. "Just…got lost in my thoughts, that's all."
"Are you sure you're alright?" he asked. "I mean…you're not possessed or anything, are you?"
"A demon couldn't get to me if it wanted to," I said, pulling the necklace I had from under my robe. The charm was a small pendant my mother gave me when I was 13. "My mother gave me this," I quietly explained. "It keeps demons…well…out of me."
Sam smiled and pulled the collar of his shirt to reveal a tattoo on his chest. "Dean and I both had these put on a few years ago…after my own experience with a demon," he said.
"Smart," I said nodding. Smart? Is that the only thing I could say? Great, I was turning into a moron around him now.
"So," he said after a few minutes. "I'm…going to load up the car."
"Okay," I said awkwardly. Why was it so hard for us to talk to each other now? "I'm going to uh…get ready."
I looked down; I was after all in a tank top and a pair of really short shorts with a robe that barely went to my knees.
"I'll…I'll see you in a little bit," he mumbled before walking to the door. I panicked…wanting to say something…
"Sam!" I called out. He turned and looked at me and I froze up. Now what was I supposed to say? Great. "Um…" I mumbled stupidly. "Thanks…again…for everything."
He smiled. "You're welcome," he said, then he shut the door behind him.
My shoulders slumped and I growled at myself. What the hell was wrong with me? For goodness sake's it was just Sam! Sam Winchester, hunter, protector…
"Damn it," I whispered. Oh. My. God. No. I couldn't. I wouldn't allow myself to do it. It was against my job, my ethics! What the hell…I was fooling myself.
I was beginning to like Sam Winchester.
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30 minutes later, we were on the road again. I had quickly changed into a simple black shirt and faded jeans and stuffed my things into my duffle bag. My hair was down and blowing freely in the summer breeze as we got back on the interstate, heading back to the Roadhouse. I had called Ellen, telling her we were on our way back, then asked about any cases she may have come across. Unfortunately, she hadn't found anything, but welcomed both of us back.
Sam and I were quiet for most of the trip, considering our trip to Collins, Utah (where I had told Sam about my past). Sometimes we would randomly begin talking about a crazy hunt we experienced in the past, or Sam would turn up the radio when one of our favorite songs came on. We would laugh, sing together terribly off key, then the song would end, and the silence would ensue again.
About 12 long hours later, we were pulling back into the Roadhouse. I sighed as I saw my Jeep, glad to know nothing terrible had happened to it. Sam laughed at me and joked about how obsessed I was about my vehicle as we got out, collecting our things. I grabbed my duffle bag and walked over to my Jeep, placing my weapons back into their rightful spots. I found my handgun and placed it back into the holster around my waist, then slammed the trunk. I turned around, Sam leaning on the hood of the Impala watching me.
"You could have went in without me," I said, looking at him curiously.
"I know…but I wanted to wait for you," Sam said.
"Oh," I said lamely. I mentally cursed myself as we walked up to the door of the Roadhouse. I opened the door and noticed it was empty, except for two lone hunters sitting at the bar with Jo behind the bar. She saw us and waved, then went back to serving the two men at the bar.
"Hey," she said as we approached the bar on the side. "Good trip?"
"If you can call it that," I said, dropping my duffle bag and sitting on one of the seats. Sam followed suit, placing his own duffle under him.
"What happened to you?" Jo asked as she saw my bandaged face.
"Fight with a demon," I said. Changing the subject, I asked, "Where's your mother?"
"She's in the back, trying to find two rooms open," Jo said, pouring me and Sam a drink. "How did you get hurt?" she gave Sam a hateful look, as if it were his fault.
"I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings," I said forcefully. "Sam was the one who sent the bastard back to hell."
Jo's expression seemed to soften as I said that. I quickly downed the glass and placed it back on the bar. "So, what are you two going to do?" she asked, refilling my glass.
"We don't know," Sam said. "Bobby doesn't have any cases and your mom doesn't either. We'll probably stick around until something comes up."
"We?" Jo said, looking from me to Sam.
"We've already discussed this," I said, sipping on my drink. "On the way here."
"Uh huh," Jo said, giving me one of those, we're-going-to-talk-about-this looks. Great, just what I needed. Another heart-to-heart with Jo. I finished my drink and slid off my stool, and headed to the pool table. I put in the 75 cents and pushed the handle, hearing the pool balls clang together and roll out to the entrance. I made sure all were out before I released the handle, the moved around the table, placing the balls in the rack and getting them into formation. After making sure they were in the right order, I grabbed the cue ball and a pool stick.
Sam had walked over and was leaning up against the jukebox, watching me. I looked up and smiled. "Quick game before we call it a night?" I asked. He smiled and grabbed a stick from the rack as well. I tossed the cue ball to him as I passed, saying, "You can break." He smirked and placed the ball on the table and the game began.
Though we said one game, one turned to two, and two soon turned to three. By our fourth game, Jo and the hunters had disappeared. Ellen had dropped our keys off, leaving Sam and me alone. Halfway through our fourth game I walked over to the jukebox and picked a random song. "Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey began playing, and Sam took his shot.
"How long are you actually staying?" I asked quietly. "I mean, have you thought about just driving across the country and investigating random mysteries?"
"I have," he said as I took my shot and hit one of my solids in. "If I did, I hope that one of them lead me a bit closer to Lillith."
"Do you have any leads on her?" I said, taking another shot and missing.
"No recent ones," he said, lining the cue ball up with the eight ball. "But I am a bit surprised."
"About what?" I asked as he shot and missed, giving me another chance.
"It's just that…this war…is so close to coming here on earth, and all of a sudden all demon activity stops? I mean…what are they plotting?"
"I don't know," I said, taking aim at the eight ball myself and hitting it, causing it to hit the side of the table and going into the opposite hole. "Whatever it is, it must be big."
Sam didn't respond, but nodded his head in agreement. After a few minutes, he looked at me and obviously stated, "You beat me."
I couldn't help it; I burst out laughing. He looked at me with an odd look before laughing as well. "Glad to know you realized that, Sam," I said, shaking my head. I glanced at the time on my cell phone; it was one in the morning.
Sam glanced at his own clock and looked up at me, smiling. "Time seems to fly when we're together, doesn't it?"
"It would seem that way," I said softly. He smiled at me, and I averted my gaze, afraid I would loose myself in his hazel eyes. I had long accepted the fact earlier on that Sam had grown on me, and I had some sort of feelings for him. However I didn't want to confront those feelings to him…but then that kiss the night before. He had come onto me, but I had kissed him back. Were our feelings about each other the same? Or were our feelings just confusing each other?
"Uh…I think I'm going to go to bed," I said quietly, going over to the table where Ellen had dropped our keys off. I had my usual room and Sam had the one across from me. Joy. I grabbed my key and tossed Sam his where he stood still at the pool table. I placed my pool stick back on the wall rack and walked down to where my room was at, Sam behind me. I looked at Sam as he unlocked his own room and turned around to me. "Goodnight, Alayna," he said, then added with a smirk, "Try not to lay on your stitches this time."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Goodnight, Sam," I said before shutting my door. I unzipped my duffle bag Ellen had kindly offered to take to my room earlier and grabbed my usual sleeping attire, throwing my day clothes into the bag. I collapsed on the bed and let my mind wander back to Sam and my feelings for him. I was surprised at myself. I had only been with him the past few days, and met him one previous occasion. Yet when we were together it seemed like we'd known each other for years. I usually didn't fall in love for somebody, especially since my "occupation" didn't really allow a relationship to take place. But with Sam…it was different.
An awful, yet in a way, brilliant plan formed into my mind. I jumped from the bed and unlocked my door quietly. I turned the knob and squeezed out, and took three steps across the hall to Sam's door. I looked up and down the hall before quickly and quietly knocking. I heard the deadbolt being unlocked and the door opened. Sam had already changed as well, now only wearing a pair of dark blue pajama bottoms.
"Alayna?" he whispered, looking at me and blushing. "What's wro-"
He didn't finish the question, for I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down to me, kissing him fully on the lips. He stiffened for a moment before relaxing and placing his hands on my waist. I lost myself into his strong response and placed my own arms around his neck. Finally, we broke apart, both breathing heavily. Sam looked at me with a questioning and surprising look and I just smirked. I didn't say anything, but walked the three steps backwards to my door. "Goodnight, Sam," I said before shutting my door, Sam still standing gobsmacked in his front door, a sly smile spread across his face. I relocked my door, leaned against it, and smiled smugly to myself. My plan had worked. I had turned the tables.
I kissed Sam Winchester.
This time, he kissed me back.
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Knock, knock, knock.
My eyes snapped open. I groaned and looked at the clock on the bedside table. 9:00 a.m.
Knock, knock, knock.
I sighed, threw the covers off me, and walked to the door, trying to wake up. I unlocked the door and opened it to find Sam standing there, fully dressed and his duffle bag in his hand.
I immediately seemed to wake up as I opened my door wider to let him in. He smiled and entered, placing his duffle by the table. I shut the door and turned back to him, but his back was turned to me.
"I'm sorry if I woke you up," he said softly. "But I thought I would let you know I'm heading out."
"Oh?" I squeaked. I coughed, trying to blame it on my lack of vocal use. Truth was, it was a bit of a shock to me. Sam and I had discussed this and I had thought we would be staying at the Roadhouse for a few days. I didn't expect him to leave unless…I mentally cursed myself. I knew deep down this would fall back on me. I should have just let the first kiss go, I should have let the entire liking someone for the first time in a long time go. I should have…I should have let my thoughts of Sam go.
"I've been thinking about what you said last night," he started, turning back to me. I tried to show I wasn't affected by his sudden decision. "Maybe I should just drive around the country and try to find a case, like I used to with Dean."
"Oh," I said again. Apparently it was the only thing I could say. "I…I didn't know that you and Dean used to…do that."He smiled and nodded, then looked down at the floor. I ran a hand through my unbrushed hair, uncertain as to what to do. Part of me wanted him to just leave, keep me from worrying any more about the whole deal. The other part of me wanted to explain my actions for last night, wanted to tell him how I felt. But I couldn't. I'd only knew him a few days; I couldn't say anything like that.
"Alayna!"
"What?" I said. Once again my thoughts had consumed me, and I had forgotten Sam was in the room.
"Are you alright? Here lately you're zoning out," Sam said.
"I'm fine," I said too quickly. He raised his eyebrows.
"Maybe I should hang out here a little longer, to make sure you're alright," he said concern in his voice.
"No, I'm fine!" I protested.
"Alayna," he started, but I kept on rambling.
"Really, I'll be fine, you can hit the road-"
"Alayna, listen-"
"You're probably better off without me-"
"What? Alayna-"
"I'm just a klutz who's always in trouble and a trouble to hang around-"
"No, you're not-"
"I just confuse people and their emotions, like I did to you-"
"Alayna-"
"I apologize for last night," I blurted out. He stopped trying to get my attention and gave me a confusing look. "It's just you kissed me back in Utah and it confused me, but then I realized I kissed you back and probably confused you too-"
"Actually-"
"Then I thought you might like me because I have these feelings for you-"
"Alayna-"
"And I thought you might the same feelings for me but I thought it was a bit weird because we've only knew each other a few days-"
"Alayna, you're rambling-"
"-but I thought what the hell and I came to you room last night and kissed you and you kissed me back which probably confused you even more and-"
I was cut off mid-sentence as Sam did what I did to him the night before-he grabbed my shoulders and kissed me, this time to shut me up. We broke apart and he said, "You sure do ramble a lot."
"Sorry," I mumbled, turning red. Damn it to hell. Just…damn it. Why had I done that? Why couldn't I keep my mouth and mind shut? All this did was remind me why I was still a failure in the romance field of my life. Just…perfect.
"Alayna…what you said…is it true?" he asked. I looked at him, eyes wide. Oh no…please…don't make me answer that. But I still did. Slowly, I nodded, then pulled myself slowly from his grasp and turned from him, wrapping my arms around each other for comfort.
"Every word," I whispered. I was ashamed of myself. I betrayed my mind, my life, my ethics, everything. I confessed feeling for someone I barely knew, but felt like I had known my whole life. I let my guard down, a guard I had successfully kept up for five years. All for a chance that maybe…just maybe there was something in return.
"You really know how to bring out my feelings about things," Sam said quietly.
I turned back around, my arms still wrapped around me. "How?" I said quietly. "All I managed to do is cause more grief and pain."
"No, you haven't," he said, shaking his head. He walked over to me and we both sank to the edge of my bed. "This entire time I've been with you…I've been able to fulfill Dean's wish…his wish for me to keep going. You've helped me by letting me remember Dean the way I grew up knowing him, not someone who sold his soul for me and only that. You've helped me remember why I should keep fighting, keep on being a hunter. Yes, Dean died for me, and it will always be hard for me to live with that fact, but I know if Dean could, he'd come back from hell and kick my ass if I didn't continue." He smiled sadly at this. "I'll never get over Dean's deal, but as long as I continue to hunt down Lillith and send as many demons back to hell, then maybe…just maybe it wouldn't be for nothing." He paused and sighed. "And…you've also helped me one other way."
I raised my knees up onto my bed, wrapping my arms around them and leaning my head against them. "I don't see it," I said, not looking at him. Even though he said I helped him so much, I still didn't feel worthy to be so much of an influence.
"You've helped me to like someone again," he said quietly. My head turned and I looked at him, feeling confused, surprised, and shocked at the same time. He looked down at the floor and continued. "After my girlfriend…died the same way my mother did, I didn't think I'd really like…or love…anybody again. I had a few flings…not as many as Dean, but a few. I felt like I was doomed to roam the world alone for the rest of my life." He looked up at me and smiled.
"You changed that. There's something about you, Alayna…I feel like I could tell you anything…I can be myself around you…I don't have to lie or worry about you knowing what I do because you do the same thing. I have feelings for you, and they scare me. I haven't felt like this in a long time…I was scared of letting you know, afraid I would run you off or something if I confronted you. Then I kissed you."
"I think you're rambling," I said quietly, breaking into a bright smile. My heart had lifted, and I had been touched by what he said. My mind sighed in relief. He smiled and ran a hand through his hair.
"I think I am," he said.
"I like you," I said softly.
"And I like you."
"Then what do we do?"
"I think first off I should say I'm probably not leaving today…at least hopefully not alone," he said, a hopeful tinge in his voice.
"That's a start," I said slyly.
"Second," he said, turning red. "I think-and this is going to sound cheesy and something that would happen in high school but…I think I should ask you on an official date…tonight."
I blushed, my heart racing and my mind spinning. "It doesn't sound cheesy at all…I accept."
"Dinner, then?" he said. "We're about 15 minutes from civilization…what do you say?"
"Dinner would be great," I said. He turned redder and stood up.
"7:00 sound good?" he asked quietly.
"Sounds good," I said, smiling encouragingly.
"Good," he said. He looked around before picking up his duffle bag and walking backwards to the door. "Um…I'm going to tell Ellen I may need my room a few more days."
"Yeah, you might," I said, grinning. He smiled and awkwardly tried opening the door.
"I…um…I…uh…I'll…see you…later," he managed to say before shutting the door.
I softly laughed before falling back onto my bed, a big smiled on my face. I shook my head as I thought about what just happened. At first I thought I had drove off the first guy I had liked in a long time, then how I went against everything I believed, and ended up with a possible relationship. All in an hour and a half. I looked at my clock again, surprised to see it said 10:30 a.m.
Knock, knock, knock.
I looked at the door oddly before getting up and opening it. Half of me expected to see Jo, demanding answers, but my other half was the right guess as Sam stood for the second time at my doorway this morning. "I forgot something," he said.
"What?" I said, looking over my shoulder. I turned back to him, and he kissed me quickly and softly on the lips.
"Good morning, Alayna," he said, before smirking and walked towards the bar.
"Good morning to you Sam," I whispered, knowing he couldn't hear me. I shut my door and leaned against it, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu.
It had been a good morning, that was for sure.
A very good morning.
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Joy. Well, hope you liked it. I'm not very experienced in the romantic field of life myself, but I thinking watching romantic comedies help me….I guess. O_o.
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