Title:Gifts and Curses

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"Sometimes I wonder," Sam sighed, lying in bed with Alex late that night.

The day had gone badly. Sam was stressed; he had a huge case. And when Sam got stressed, his family tended to know. After snapping at his wife, he had yelled at his two oldest sons. Then he proceeded to make a nasty comment to each of his daughters. Patrick was the only one who was spared Sam's wrath.

"What," she asked, calm and collected, relaxed and understanding through the whole day.

Sam shifted in bed so he was chest to chest with his wife. "If I'm supposed to be in this life."

"What," Alex asked, sitting up and turning on the bedside lamp. "Of course you are."

He sat up also. "No; seriously. The kids and I don't get along. I never see you. It feels like I'm never good enough for anything I have."

"Sam," she tried to soothe.

"No, Alex. Com'on. You can't tell me that you don't think I'm not good enough for you or the kids. I see it in your face."

"Samuel Winchester," Alex barked, angry now. How dare he accuse her of that? She never had the thought; not once. Instead her thoughts were that she wasn't adequate for this life, "You are too good for this life. You make those kids so happy. They're never asking for anything because you give it to them before they can. You spend quality time with each of them and you're always paying attention. You and those kids are meant to be. Don't you ever think different."

Sam silently agreed. She was his wife. She had to be right. "But you and I," he started but got cut off.

"You and I? Sam, I love spending time with you at night. It's just so quiet and no one's around… I can really talk to you. Our nightly talks are the highlight of my day." She smiled a soft, motherly smile.

"Okay."

That was it? All that for just an 'okay'? "Okay?"

"Yeah," he said, climbing back into his position earlier. "Night, Alex."

Confused, Alex turned the light off and got back under the covers.

Tick; tock. Tick; tock. Tick; tock.

"You're a jerk," she told him with a smile, realizing that he knew everything she said but he wanted her to say it.

"I know. But like you said: the nightly talks are the highlight of your day."

Oh, he was in for it.