A/N - last chapter is hella short! Not sure if I want to continue posting this series on here because uploading fic isn't exactly user-friendly. Anyway! Thanks for reading.
Christa finished packing her bags, ready to get back on the road. She felt a presence darken her doorway and without turning, acknowledged him. "What's up, Sam?"
"Just seeing if you needed anything," he replied, stepping into her room. "Can I help with your bags?"
"Sure," she said, turning to hand him her backpack, smiling widely. "Thanks."
Sam gazed down at her, his hazel eyes searching her blue ones for an answer to a question he had yet to ask. Christa thought she saw a bit of sadness in his eyes and was about to reach up to hug him when he leaned down and wrapped his arms around her.
"Hey, Sammy, are you okay?" She pulled away after a moment, concern knitted on her brow.
Sam nodded and swallowed. He looked like he was going to say something so Christa waited. When he didn't speak up, she smiled at him again and went to step by him. He blocked her path and leaned down, kissing her deeply.
Christa sighed, returning his kiss. It felt nice to not feel like she was going to burn to death from the inside out. They kissed for several minutes before Sam finally pulled back, leaving her wanting more. "Sam," she whispered, eyes wide.
He forced a smile and kissed her forehead. "Let's get you packed up."
"Sam," she said again, this time with more force in her voice.
"Hm?" He still had a smile plastered on his face.
"I'll miss you, too," Christa replied. She paused and then said, "I love you. You know that, right? Everything that's happened over the last several days… it meant something to me."
Sam glanced away and Christa noticed his smile became softer, more sincere. "I love you, too, Chris. Keep in touch, okay? Let me know if you need anything."
"Oh, I will," she wiggled her eyebrows at him and he laughed; they walked down the hall together in comfortable silence, her hand in his.
"So? See ya never?" Dean grinned, using Christa's own line on her.
She playfully punched him in the shoulder, grinning back at him. "You love me, Winchester."
"Look who's talking," he teased, wrapping her in a hug. Christa leaned into it, wrapping her arms around him and enjoying how he felt against her for several moments. "Take care, sweetheart. Call if you need us."
Christa stepped out of his arms and into Sam's. Sam lifted her up as she hooked her arms around his shoulders and she giggled. She was about to hop out of his arms when he kissed her again. Christa returned the kiss, trying not to care that Dean was two feet away. She let Sam break the kiss and smirked as Dean started obnoxiously clearing his throat. "Bye, Sammy," she whispered against his lips. He gently set her down and opened the car door for her.
She slid into the driver's seat of Sam's old beater, adjusted it for her height, and Sam closed the door, leaning into the window. "See you soon?"
Christa smiled widely and leaned over to place a quick kiss on his lips. "Soon," she agreed.
Sam stood up and he and Dean waved as she backed the old Ford out of the garage and headed back to the open road.
"Wellp. That was a really weird week I never want to think about. Well, maybe just once," Dean said, clapping Sam on the back as he turned to go back inside.
Sam rubbed his neck and closed the garage, following Dean down the stairs.