Chapter 6

Bobby let us in and got us all beers. Oh my gosh, I really needed one of 'em. He sighed and sat next to me. "So what's up, guys?"
"Bobby, have you ever had a quick hunt for a demon or ghosts?" Sam asks, knitting his eyebrows together.
Bobby took a swig of his beer and exhaled. "Well, sure. It's not like every demon is really strong and smart. Some aren't all that smart and don't plan ahead. Some demons aren't important, just like miscellaneous, basically. So yeah, I have. Not a really big deal. You boys just go for the really big stuff."
Sam made his sturgeon face.^^
"Okay," He said, understanding. "'Cause we had it really easy with Vallie yesterday so yeah. Thanks, Bobby. How've you been?"
"Good. You boys?" He asks also as he takes another swig.
"Good, good. Just... Ya know... hell." Dean answers.
I shift on the couch uncomfortably and chug half of my beer, staring off into space.
"What's wrong with you?" Bobby's voice broke my short train of nervous thoughts.
"N-nothing..." I look down at my beer bottle.
"Vallie... It's obvious there is something going on." Sam said. I look up to see a sympathetic look on his face.
"Well, is it obvious that it's probably none of your guys business?" I set my beer on the glass table rather hard and stormed out of the house.
It was getting rainy, but I didn't care. I walked away from the house and continued down the sidewalk. Someone was screaming my name behind me, but I ignored them. It started to pour pretty quick. Great. I put my leather hood over my head. A hand was placed on my shoulder and I spun around to be face to face with Sam. I crossed my arms around myself and started to shiver. Sam and I were just inches away from each other, but the rain had gotten so hard, his face was hazy.
"What?" I spat at him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked.
"I can ask you all the same questions, Sam. You all need to get out of my business. That's why the word 'my' is in front of 'business'. That information is in my possession. Mine." I roll my eyes.
"You can't let that all stay inside. I'm just saying I'm here for you, Vallie. There's other people in the world. You're not the only one who has to deal with the hurt inside of you, the world doesn't rest on your shoulders." Sam held out his hand and I looked at it. "Come on, Vallie. You're going to get sick." His hair was soaked and so were his clothes, water dripped off his nose. I looked back between his face and his hand. I took it. He gave me a cute, dorky smile and I smiled back. My first realsmile in ages. This guy has been the nicest to me and he's been there for me twice in the past two days, I think I'm starting to take a liking to him...
God, so help me...
He led me back to Bobby's house and Bobby jokingly yelled, "Ya'll better strip those wet clothes!"
I smile and laugh.
Bobby gets up and fixes his hat, then looks at me. "Let's go get you some pajamas or something warmer." He went upstairs. "Be right back." I nodded.
I realized I was still holding Sam's hand, but I didn't pull away.
"Well, Sammy!" Dean stood there, sarcastically smiling and looking at our hands.
I look at Sam as he let go of my hand. He looked at me with a hurt expression and then walked away, past Dean. Dean stared at me, "You and Sam?"
I shook my head, "N-no."
"You know about Jessica, right?" Dean asked, taking a sip of his beer.
I nod. "I-I know. It hurts him a lot still, which is keeping him from... things."
Dean looked surprised all of a sudden and pointed at me. "YOU-" He started smiling but Bobby had come down with some clothes for me and then the other pair of clothes was probably for Sam. He reached the bottom step, "Did I interrupt something?"
"No. Thanks, Bobby." I took the clothes and found my way to a bathroom. I changed quickly and brushed my fingers through my hair.

Sam's POV

"Hey, Sam." Dean said. I looked up from my laptop and glared at him.
"Don't even say anything, Dean."
He put his hands up in surrender and chuckled. "Sorry, Sammy. Just thought you scored somethin', ya know? Vallie is a piece... a piece of somethin'."
I smiled a bit at the thought of her.
"See. You like her, but don't you still like Jessica?" Dean teased me.
The smile dropped and I glared at him. "Don't bring her up, she's dead. I can't do anything. Vallie actually makes me feel happy, I guess."
Dean laughed again. "Whatever, dude. I don't care much for your love life. All I know is that Vallie really trusts you, she might like you a bit."
I smile wide, not caring about Dean anymore. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Uh yeah." I say to him.
"Okay."