Disclaimer-I don't, regrettably, own Supernatural or any of the characters in this story that happen to appear in said show. They belong to Eric Kripke and co…lucky bastard…
A/N--Wow, this chapter's small...but anywho, that just means I update faster.
Chapter 10-Like Old Friends
"You don't have to come, you know." It was around about the fourth time he said it that evening when she spun to face him, hand resting on slim hips.
"I do. Who else is going to keep an eye on you two?" Sam laughed quietly to himself. She knew how to handle his brother, if nothing else he had to give her that.
Still, even he noticed she was paler than usual, and as she zipped up soft soled boots her hands were shaking. Sam surprised himself when he realized he'd even noticed.
He surprised himself even more so when Dean went to get some knife or another from the car, and he walked over to her.
"You holding up alright?" She too seemed surprised.
"I'll survive, I guess."
"Listen…"
"Sam, we're not best friends, I get that. You tolerate me, because I make Dean happy. Thing between us never even ventured towards friends."
Sam looked at her for a long moment.
"Maybe…" He hesitated. "Maybe we both just need to forget what's happened between us in the past. You're not that bad." It took a moment, but eventually she smiled. Sardonically, but she did.
"You either, I suppose. Mind if I ask what brought this on?"
"What you're doing today…even coming with us…It's gotta take guts. And for you to tell Dean you still want to come even when he's given you so many outs…I respect that. And you keep him occupied, so that counts for something too."
When Dean walked in they were sharing a laugh like old friends.
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"If something happens…don't let this be the last time I see you." He'd grabbed her hand and kept her near the Impala while Sam walked ahead.
"Didn't know you were such a hopeless romantic, Dean." One long arm snaked around her back and he bent down.
"Only for you."
He kissed her, and she couldn't shake the goodbye that was hidden deep inside it.