Hello! I'm back with another chapter and I'll post yet another one either today or tomorrow! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review, it makes me really happy and I end up smiling at all of the comments :) This chapter's song is Something by The Beatles and it is *whispers* a love song! :D BTW THERE ARE 1,666 WORDS IN THIS CHAPTER AND I WAS SO HAPPY XD

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*Epic Chapter Begins*

I woke up with my head in Sam's chest and his arms still around me. I wasn't sure if I actually wanted to get up, so I just buried deeper.

"Good morning, Elisia," he said, somehow pulling me closer.

"Good morning, Sam," I said, "Any plans for today?"

"I'm not entirely sure, we can ask Dean when he wakes up," he said sleepily.

"So, Sam, what exactly are we? Are we a thing?" I asked. After his actions last night, I assumed that he liked me, at least a little bit. I just needed some further confirmation.

"If you want to be, then sure," Sam said. I could tell he was slightly smiling.

"I'm not entirely sure about that, I'll get back to you," I said, backing away from the idea rather quickly. I hadn't ever been in a true relationship before, so I was rather nervous.

"That's okay," he said, slowly sitting up and running his hand through his hair, "Take your time."

I sat up as well and then realized that I was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. I instinctively folded my arms to hide my scars, but Sam pulled them apart.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, checking to make sure I hadn't opened any of my stitches while I was asleep.

"I have a bad headache, but that's about it," I said. He let go of my arms and I moved my arms back to their folded position.

"I'll get you some drugs," I giggled and he swung his legs over the edge of the bed to stand up. On his way to his bag, he yanked the covers off of Dean, only to have him grunt in protest.

"Nuh uh, Sammy," he grabbed the covers again and yanked them over his head.

"C'mon Dean, we need to talk about some things," Sam grabbed a bottle of pills and a small cup that he then filled with water.

"I don't want to," I said, interjecting myself into the conversation. It was true, I just wanted to avoid the obvious and continue on with life. Dean shot up after my comment.

"Nope, sorry princess. We need to talk to you or else we won't be able to help you," he said.

"Maybe I don't want to be helped," I muttered under my breath.

"Wrong answer," Sam said, handing me the water and two pills, "You need help and we're here to give it."

I grudgingly accepted his offering and took the pills.

"Okay, let's talk," Sam said as soon as I had drank all of the water, "My first question is, how long have you been doing this?"

"Eighth grade," I thought that maybe I could stick to one word answers, effectively annoying them.

"Have you ever gone the the hospital for it?" Dean piped up.

"Yes," it continued with them bouncing back and forth, asking me questions.

"Have you ever tried to get help?"

"Never."

"Do your parents know?"

"My foster dad does."

"Did the demon actually tell the truth? Do you really want to kill yourself?" This question was from Dean and it slightly took me aback. I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell the truth, so I chose my words carefully.

"Once, right before graduation, I tried to cut deep enough to bleed out, but my friend found me and called 911. That's when I went to the hospital," I said, giving them the bare minimum.

"Is that where you got these?" Sam pointed to two rather large and thick scars, one on each arm.

"Yes," I definitely wasn't proud of them, and didn't want them to come up in conversation, but they were there and they weren't going to go away.

"You don't need to be ashamed, you know that right?" Dean said, "Those scars don't necessarily define you."

I smiled a bit and again moved to cover my arms, but Sam grabbed my hands so that I couldn't.

"So what are we doing today?" I inquired.

"You enjoy asking that a lot, don't you?" Dean laughed. I smiled, I guess that was true.

"I was thinking we could go to Bobby's, maybe see if he could help us out with what the demon said," Sam proposed to Dean and I.

"Who's Bobby?" I asked.

"He's a hunter friend of ours. He's practically out father now that our dad died and he knows more than the two of combined," Dean explained, "If anyone were to know about this, he would. I think we should go for it."

"How long would it take to get there?" I was afraid of the answer, as I was certain that these guys always just traveled across the country and wouldn't mind a long drive.

"From where we are?" Dean thought for a moment, "How about I just tell you that's in South Dakota. So a while."

I groaned. That was at least a day, stuck in the Impala with these two bozos.

"When will we be leaving?" I really hoped it would be as soon as possible.

"Tomorrow, maybe around five in the morning, we can try our best to be out by then," Dean said. Ugh, really? Five in the morning?

"How about we leave right now?" I proffered. Dean and Sam both looked like they were thinking about it.

"We can trade off driving if someone gets too tired and we could easily make it to Bobby's house in a decent amount of time." I explained. There were more thinking faces until Dean shook his head yes.

"Get packed up then," he said, turning to do just that.

"It took me only a few minutes to get all of my things. Somehow my tape player had gone missing, but I still had all of my tapes and records.

After everything was packed up and we were all in the car, Sam moved rather quickly to the back seat.

"We still need to talk about some things," Sam said quietly. He took my hand in his and pulled me close, "I need to know more of what is going on."

I was still rather hesitant. This was something that I had kept inside of me for over ten years and Sam was just expecting me to spill all of my problems and worries to him.

"I don't want to trouble you anymore. You seem annoyed and it'll be too much," I said, pulling away to look him in the eyes, "I really hate talking about it."

"You know, it's better to talk about it than to keep it all bottled up inside," Sam said, pulling me back into a hug. His hugs were war, and made me really happy and fuzzy inside.

"It all sounds so stupid when I tell anyone," I said, "No one seems to have the same problems, so I never know what their reaction will be to how crazy I am. I'm a well to do freak and once people find that out, they leave me. I haven't been with your guys for that long, but I know I don't want to leave you. Sam, I like you a lot, your the only relationship I've been in that hasn't ended after a day. I just want this chance."

I realized I was babbling and I shut up after that. I didn't mean for most of that to be said, but it somehow came out. Sam just looked at me for a bit and then smiled.

"See, you're starting somewhere!" He gently kissed me on the forehead.

"Hey, whoa, too much PDA back there!" Dean joked, "Are you two dating yet?"

Sam and I looked at each other, exchanged a few glances, and then nodded.

"Yeah, I think we are," Sam said, smiling at me.

~Beautiful Time Skip~

We had both fallen asleep a little after that conversation. Sam was propped up on the door and I was in his arms, on my side with his head on my chest. A blanket had somehow wound up on the top of us. I had to admit, this was how I had always envisioned sleeping with my significant other. I was a very cuddly person and loved the feeling of being in someone's arms, but I had never had this kind of experience. I was loving every moment of it.

I wasn't sure how long we had been asleep, but eventually, Dean decided to interrupt everything.

"Wake up you two! Someone else's turn to drive now!" Dean said, slapping Sam's arm. He jolted awake, in turn waking me up.

"Do we have to?" I said rather groggily, "I'm still tired." I curled back up against Sam, attempting to protest a little longer.

"Up and at 'em, sweetheart. We won't be moving until one of you takes the wheel," Dean smiled a sarcastic smile.

"I'll do it," Sam carefully moved me off of him and opened the door so he could move to the front.

"I'll sit up front with you," I quickly grabbed the blanket and pushed Dean out of the way for the passenger's seat. He just chuckled and moved to the back.

I fell asleep again with Sam holding my hand.