Hey, guys! Sorry, I know I was supposed to post a chapter yesterday, but I fell off my horse, and hurt my back pretty bad, so I didn't get online last night. But here's two chapters for ya! Enjoy!

Dean was rambling on about explaining that he wouldn't ever do anything like that. I knew that already, but I was just worried that he might remember the demon saying what he did about me thinking of Sammy… It wasn't true. Dean was the only one. I was just scared that he might believe what the demon said. I got up the courage, and walked over, sat on his lap, and cut him off with a kiss, softly and briefly on the lips.

I pulled away and he held my waist with his large hands. "S-so we good then?" he stuttered.

I smiled hard, and nodded shyly. Dean pulled me into a tight hug. I moved over, and we continued watching TV together. I snuggled into his chest and fell asleep again. Though the sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky—it was an inside day. The fact that Bobby's house was so dark probably didn't help.

Later on, around two o'clock, Dean and I woke up to Bobby and John talking lowly in the kitchen.

"I didn't think the boy had it in him," said Bobby.

"He's a Winchester, why wouldn't he?" John retorted.

Dean and I looked strangely at each other, and continued to listen.

"I dunno, John. Never thought he would ever settle down."

There was a short silence and then John said "Sammy needs to get over Jess. I know I'm no happy-go-lucky since Mary, god knows how long ago, but… Sam's different than me. In some ways, I think he's stronger than Dean and I."

Bobby just nodded his head, thoughtlessly.

"Sammy?" Dean asked. "What are they talking about?"

I thought for a moment, and then an intense smile grew across my face. "Maggie," I said.

Dean cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. "Sammy and Maggie? No…"

I shrugged and got up, and ran up the stairs. I crashed into Maggie's door and opened it. Empty. I nodded to myself, slightly. Now I had something to bug her about. I knew it…

*MAGGIE POV*

I'd gotten up around 11, because I just couldn't sleep that well. I guessed that Indi, Sam, Bobby and John were all downstairs, probably gawking over Dean's stab wound. With a stretch and a yawn, I turned off my TV, and put on some clothes, figuring I would try to get out of the house and have a smoke.

I sneaked down the stairs and out the back door. I walked a ways behind some of Bobby's junked cars, and pulled out my pack. I lit my cigarette and took a big puff.

"You know, those things will kill ya, right?" asked a voice that made me jump and practically pee myself. I turned to see Sam walking towards me from the Impala.

I rolled my eyes, and gathered myself. "Sam… don't do that next time. I'll have to kill you, and THEN the cigarettes can kill me."

Sam chuckled. "So… did you end up sleeping at all?"

"Eh. Not really…" I replied.

Sam nodded awkwardly. "So, uh—since nobody seems to think we should be formally introduced… And we haven't had the best experiences talking to each other… I'm Sam."

He held out his hand for me to shake it. I looked at it a moment, and smiled a little bit, taking his hand and shaking it. I looked up at him. "Maggie."

"Yeah, my brothers no good at stuff like that—and well… Indi seems to be the same when she's around him. They sort of bounce off each other…."

"Yeah, maybe she can rub off some smart on him, and he can rub off some outgoing on her." I laughed nervously.

Sam smiled at me. "Yeah," was all he said. We stood there a moment, and he looked around, scooting some dirt around with his boot.

I decided to put out my cigarette, and ask him if he wanted to take a walk. To my surprise, he accepted my invitation.

"I know where we can go too," he said. "It's where Dean usually goes to think—besides the bar." Sam said.

I laughed and, we started to walk—him leading the way. We walked for a few minutes, talking about how Dean and John were just different than Sam. He was more morally stable when it came to certain things, but they just had more go than he did. According to Sam, they just didn't know when enough was enough, and I guess I could see that.

The walk with Sam was nice. I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going. Sam was really easy to talk to.

"So I heard you went to college," I said, looking for something to talk to talk about.

"Uh, yea… well… sort of..." He looked away, off the path we were on. I could tell it wasn't really something he wanted to talk about, but he continued for the sake of conversation. "What about you? Did you ever get into college?"

"I did my first semester, but a lot of crap happened and I ended up dropping my classes." I always felt ashamed when I talked about college. I know I could have done better, but I just didn't. We continued walking for a short while before Sam asked another question.

"So how did you get into the whole hunting thing?"

I laughed a bit nervously. "Well, when I met Indi of course, and Dean—which is how I knew you were in college… Dean wouldn't shut up about having to track you down to help them find John," I said. "And ironically enough, whenever she met up with you two, I couldn't be around because I was either on a self-proclaimed hunt, or in school…"

"Right," he said.

"Yeah, so long story short, there was a reaper after me for some god forsaken reason, and they helped me get it off my back. To this day we still have no idea why that reaper was after me…"

He laughed slightly and put his hands in his pockets. He looked into my eyes and I stared back into his. It felt like I had been staring at him for the longest time. I could see in his eyes there was some type of pain or sadness clouded with anger. I didn't notice until we were about an inch apart, but we had both been slowly moving together.

I wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. His lips looked warm and inviting. At the same time, we both realized how close we were and turned away from each other. I ran my hands through my long hair and twirled the ends. It was a nervous habit of mine. Sam decided to check his phone as if he might have gotten a message or something and missed it.

"W-we should uh…head back now," he said stuttering slightly, refusing to look at me.

"Yeah... they must be going crazy looking for us by now, no one but you knew I was up," I said, facing his back and feeling a bit disappointed for some reason. We both walked back towards the house in silence.

*END MAGGIE POV*