A Different Life
Chapter Eight: Stay
Disclaimer: While my Spring Break creeps closer (this Saturday!!) and we come to an end of this "hellatus" and get ready for a new episode on the 25th, I would like to say the following: I do NOT own Eric Kripke's wonderful creation of Sam and Dean Winchester, or a black 1967 Chevy Impala (though I know where I can get one...but it's blue, so it defeats the purpose). I am just merely playing with his characters and world, and blaring something different that mullet rock through the Impala's speakers.
Have I mentioned that I don't own Supernatural? Okay, we're good then.
Here's the final chapter!
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"Alayna, I don't want you to go."
"Sam, you don't need me anymore…you have Dean again."
"That's not true, Alayna."
It had been two weeks since Dean's mysterious return from hell. The only thing we'd managed to find out was an angel by the name of Castiel had been the one who had rescued Dean and that they "had work for him to do," as Dean liked to quote, unquote it.
Dean had finally gotten used to me being around, but I was slowly coming to terms that the brothers needed to go back to their old ways. And with me being around, I was only making it harder. It was for that reason I was trying to convince Sam to move out of the way of the door to our room at Bobby's place, despite the pain I knew we'd go through.
"Alayna, please," Sam pleaded, "I love you."
"Sam," I turned away from him as my eyes filled with tears. "I love you too…really, I do…but I don't want to be a burden to you anymore. Just…let me go."
There was silence for a few minutes before Sam finally spoke softly. "I can't."
I turned to face him again, the tears slowly running down my cheeks. "Why not? It will be better…for both of us." I knew I was lying to myself, but I had to do this. It was for both our sakes.
Sam shook his head and walked over to me, taking my hands in his. "I don't think it will," he said softly. "I love having you around. Hell, even Dean is getting used to you in his own way."
I shook my head as he gently wiped my tears away. "You should be spending more time with your brother, Sam," I said quietly, hanging my head. "Dean needs you. You don't need me."
"That's where you're wrong," he said, lifting my head to where he could see my face.
"Then what's the truth, Sam?" I asked softly. "Tell me that."
"The truth is that I love you and you love me," Sam said leading me to the edge of our bed. "I need you to be here for comfort and encouragement. I need you to be here for the love and company we've gave each other for the past few months. And it's just that…after all we've been through…I don't want you to go, Alayna."
Those speeches he gave me…each time he gave me one I fell deeper in love with him. He could recite an entire play of tragedy and I'd fall deeper for him. But even though I couldn't find a flaw in his plan for me to stay, there was still one fear on my mind. "Sam, I don't want to go either," I admitted, "but…I feel like I'm intruding on…family," I looked up at him, trying to stop the tears from falling again.. "I'm not family, Sam."
Sam shook his head in disagreement. "You've became like family over the past few months…you're more than family, to me anyway. I love you more than you'll ever know."
I smiled a watery smile, then finally made my decision. "I'll stay Sam," I whispered, "for you."
Sam sighed a breath of relief and pulled me closer to him. "We'll work it out somehow…I promise."
I nodded against his chest, the tears finally beginning to stop forming in my eyes. We sat there for a long time, just holding on to each other. Sam kissed my forehead and took up with his new habit of playing with my hair. I began getting drowsy and started to relax. I closed my eyes, holding on to him closer.
He must have noticed I was falling asleep, for I subconsciously remembered him picking me up and putting me farther on the bed. When I woke up later on, it was near dusk; the sun was still slightly visible over the trees that surrounded Bobby's land. I threw back the covers Sam must have thrown over me and got out of bed, and padded down the hall and down the stairs to the well-lit kitchen.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Dean said sarcastically as I entered. I glared at him before blinking a few times for my eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness.
"I thought you didn't like fairy tales, Dean," Sam said, looking up from his laptop.
"I don't," Dean said. "But I saw the porn version of Sleeping Beauty."
"I don't need to hear this," I muttered, walking over to Sam. We were the only ones in the kitchen; Dean was rummaging through the cabinets and Sam was looking through old files on his laptop. I sat down beside him, leaning on his shoulder. He looked at me and smiled, then wrapped his arm around, pulling me closer to him.
"What are you doing?" I asked, watching as he closed down the many files on his computer.
"Just going through files, seeing if anything was trash that needed to be deleted," he said. "Turns out the files are all things on different creatures and lore, and we may need those later down the road."
"Speaking of down the road," Dean said, shutting the refrigerator, "There's an old diner about 15 minutes away, and I'm hungry!"
"Dean, you're always hungry," I commented.
"Yeah," Sam added. "If it's not a burger, it's pie. If it's not pie, it's something else you think is appetizing."
"I hadn't ate in four months!" Dean protested. "Two weeks isn't going to fix four months!"
"That's not how it works, Dean…you do know that right?" Sam said as I laughed.
"It does for me," Dean said, grabbing his keys and jacket.
"Where's Bobby?" I said, noticing that the other hunter wasn't present.
"Got called out to St. Louis for a case," Dean said. "Now let's go before I starve."
I looked at the clock as Dean walked out; it was 8:30 p.m. "Sam…how long did I sleep?"
Sam looked at the clock as well and seemed to be counting in his head. "Um…I'd say…five hours?" he said.
"I've been asleep since 3:30?" I said disbelievingly.
Sam nodded and gave me an one arm hug. "It seemed as if you needed to rest…you've been too stressed lately," he said quietly. "I take it our…previous talk helped out?"
"I feel better now…knowing you want me to be around," I whispered, looking up at him.
"Good," Sam said, kissing my forehead and pulling him into his arms. He touched his forehead to mine and looked into my eyes. "I love you," he said softly.
"I love you too, Sam," I said, before hugging him and kissing his cheek. Of course, Dean chose that moment to walk back in.
"You think you two can stop being sickeningly adorable to one another long enough to get food?" he said, looking at us in disgust.
Sam rolled his eyes as we broke apart. "Happy?" he said.
"Thrilled," Dean said sarcastically before walking back out the door.
Sam and I looked at each other and shook our heads. I started to walk out of the kitchen when Sam grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him for a quick kiss. We broke apart and I smiled at him before following Dean's lead to the Impala.
It seemed as if everyday was a different life to all three of us. I was glad of my decision…for once…to stay.
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Yes, the end has come for my first Supernatural fic. Though it is sad, it is also an accomplishment! And to top it all off-I've finished the sequel to A Different Life as well! I'll try to update as much of it as I can before Spring Break, that way you guys aren't forming mobs to hunt me down for an update.
I want to thank everybody who's stayed with this story to the end, who's fallen in love with Sam and Alayna as a couple, and had supported and encouraged me to the end.
Thus comes the end of A Different Life, and I now leave you with a short excerpt from the sequel, Second Chance:
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Alayna's POV:
"Where did you go?"
He gave me a hard look before shaking his head and taking off his jacket. "Alayna, we've been through this," he said, throwing it on the chair beside the table. "I found a way-"
"To stop Lillith, I know," I said, getting up and standing in front of him. "What I don't get is why you have to sneak out every other damn night and do God knows what with God knows who."
"Alayna-"
"And besides that," I said cutting him off, "why won't you tell me and Dean what exactly is going on and why you won't tell us exactly who or what is helping you, but for us just to trust you."
"I can't explain it Alayna," Sam said. "I can't."
"You'd better find a way to explain, Samuel Winchester, because I am about 10 seconds from calling somebody to pick me up, going to Bobby's, getting my Jeep, and continuing my job without you."
Inside I was hurting, afraid of Sam and whatever he was doing. I didn't want to leave him; I loved him and didn't want to lose him, not after what we'd been through. But if he didn't change or start explaining what was going on, I would painfully walk away.
I didn't know what else to do.
Now if was up to him.
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Oh no, is there trouble for Sam and Alayna? We may be waiting until after Spring Break to find out! Please review! And keep your sights out for the sequel!!
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