Pulling into the parking lot I let out a groan. I parked the car, letting my head hit the steering wheel. I am not a fan of hangovers. Slowly, I turned my car off and pulled my head up off the wheel before getting out of my car and making my way into the bar I once worked at, though Charlie's wasn't just a bar. It was kind of a hotspot for hunters.
"Calista, how are you?" a voice called from a room behind the counter.
I pulled off my sunglasses, letting my eyes adjust, and saw Charlie in the doorframe with a smile.
"Hey," I greeted him. "I'm…well, okay I suppose. Could be worse."
He nodded his head and gestured for me to take a seat.
"I take it you didn't just stop in to say hi."
I shook my head. "No. Actually I came in to let you know I'm going to be back on the road again."
"With the Winchesters?" he asked with a knowing look.
I smiled a little. "Yeah."
"I'm going to miss having you around. One of my best employees," he told me as he got a mug and poured some coffee and sugar into it before handing it to me. "Looks like you could use some."
I thanked him and took a big gulp, savoring the drink.
"Do you ever miss it?" I asked him after awhile.
Charlie gave me a confused look.
"Hunting, I mean. Have you ever just…missed it?"
He looked deep in thought for a bit before shaking his head. "No, not really. Helping people, maybe, but with everything I've been through? I wish I could have grown up living a normal life with a family like the rest of the world."
I nodded my head. "I've been wanting that my whole life."
I finished my coffee not long after, promising Charlie I'd keep in touch before I made my way back out to the car. I drew in a deep breath as I put the key into the ignition, knowing what was next on my list of things to do. I had to talk to Sam about last night. I was hoping he'd be awake by the time I got back.
It had been awkward when we'd left the bar last night, Sam didn't even ride back with me despite Lily driving my car, being one of the designated drivers last night.
After that he passed out on the pullout bed in our living room with his brother. I was quiet and made sure not to wake them when I had left this morning, but I wanted to so badly. I just wanted to get everything out in the open and clear the air between us. I really cared about Sam and I didn't want some lie Bryce made up to ruin what we might have.
"Hey, there you are!" Beth's voice rang out from the front porch once I pulled into the driveway.
"They still asleep?" I asked, assuming that's why she was having her morning coffee outside.
She nodded. "Didn't want to wake them."
She patted the chair next to her and I made my way over. I slumped down and sighed, resting my arm on the table and my face in my hand. My headache felt worse.
"You're dying to talk to him."
It wasn't a question that came from her mouth. She was so right, too.
"I knew you and Bryce dating was never going to be a good idea," she began in an almost 'I told you so' voice. "You know we can't be normal, lead normal lives. We're hunters. We were born into this."
"I don't want this though. I want to settle down, be someone for once. Not multiple different people with all this credit card fraud and stolen IDs."
She nodded her head in understanding. "I want a normal life someday too. Find a nice man, settle down and have kids. Never let them fall into this sort of thing."
We sat in silence for awhile after that, the two of us in our own little worlds imagining what we wanted for the future. Occasionally Beth would take a drink out of her coffee mug and it would break the silence for a moment.
The door swung open a little while later and I looked up to see Dean standing there.
"Morning sunshine," he said, grinning at me.
I rolled my eyes, annoyed he wasn't hungover. He barely ever was and I envied him for that.
"Is Sam awake?" I questioned him hopefully.
Dean gave me a knowing look. "Yeah, actually. He looks pretty miserable, kind of like you. So talk quietly."
"Thanks," I said sarcastically, getting up and walking past him.
He grabbed my arm before I'd fully gone inside and I saw Sam looking up from the pullout couch from the corner of my eye. I turned back to Dean with a questioning look.
"Just be honest. He's really not that upset, just kind of confused."
I gave him a soft smile. "Thanks, Dean."
He pulled the door shut behind me once I'd entered the living room. I gave Sam a small smile. He returned one slowly, patting the space beside him on the bed. I made my way through the somewhat dark room, noticing the blinds hadn't been opened yet. It made me feel even more alone there with him, which caused nervous butterflies to start up in my stomach.
"Hey," I greeted him cautiously as I sat down a few inches away from him.
"Hey," he greeted back in his deep, husky morning voice.
Sighing, I figured I'd just launch right into things. "Look, about last night with Bryce. We aren't together. We somewhat dated when I originally moved here, but we were never an actual couple. At least, I always tried to make that clear to him."
Sam nodded, keeping silent while watching me closely. He looked more tired than usual and I wondered why but decided not to ask.
"He never knew about me, about what I did. He's not a hunter. As far as he's concerned there's no such thing as demons." I shook my head, realizing I was about to get off topic. "Bryce was a nice guy, when I first met him. Didn't seem like the typical douche-bag guy. I liked him as a friend but nothing more, but he just kept asking me out for weeks. I gave in finally for just one date. Eventually I started to feel…normal with him. Like I didn't just take part in ending the Apocalypse or having ever met Lucifer."
I wiped a few tears away from my eyes and apologized to him for crying. I wasn't sure why I had even started, but I felt better when he grabbed my hand in a comforting way.
"So I hung out with him a lot. I meant it in more of a friendly way. I stopped going on hunts just to do normal activities with him. But once he took things too far and got mad about me not seeing him as something more than friends, I just ignored him."
Sitting in silence, I kept my eyes averted to my feet, which were still in my flats. I felt Sam's thumb rubbing a soothing circle on the back of my hand as I waited for a response.
"So, let me get this straight," he said, turning to really look at me. "He fell for you and became delusional about the relationship?"
"I suppose if you want to put it like that?"
He shrugged. "I can see why. Anyone would be crazy not to fall for you."
I melted into his side, a big smile on my face as I buried my head into his shoulder. My face felt like it was going to burn a bright shade of red.
"Sammmm," I whined, embarrassed a little, my face still against his shoulder.
I felt his body shake with a quiet chuckle.
"Lissssss," he whined in a mocking tone.
I looked up at him and he glanced down at me, our eyes holding each other's gaze for awhile. A goofy grin was on his face and after a few seconds I began to giggle.
"So…we're good?" I asked hopefully after a few minutes.
He nodded his head, throwing his arm around me and pulling me into his side more. "Yeah, we're definitely good."
Eventually we got up and I grabbed some pills for the both of us in hopes to relieve the headaches we each had. Pouring myself my second cup of coffee for the day, I offered Sam some.
"So what are the plans for today?" he asked me as the two of us took a seat at the kitchen table.
"She's going shopping with me before she leaves," a light voice sang from the other room.
Sam smirked when Beth made her way inside with her empty mug, Dean right behind her.
"You shop?" Sam asked me, clearly amused. "When did this happen?"
I rolled my eyes. I had never been the typical girl growing up as the guys knew. I didn't have time to go on shopping trips or get my nails and hair done. Of course, that never stopped me from trying to look my best when I had the time, but I didn't have the luxury of shopping.
"Ever since I moved in here and learned it's like Beth's favorite past time and she always dragged me."
"Then you can take Sammy with you now when we're on the road. I'm sure he'd like to play dress up," Dean said, taking a jab at his brother as usual.
Sam shot his brother a glare while I tried to hide my smile.
"You boys are welcome to come with, it'll only be a few hours," Beth offered.
"No, that's alright," Dean responded quickly, "you girls go on ahead and have fun. Sam and I will probably just call up Bobby and see if he's made any progress on that last case…"
I nodded, knowing what he was talking about. He wanted to know if he'd translated any more of the book. Maybe if he figured out what 'Mother of All' meant. As I left with my best friend knowing it might be the last time I saw her for a long time, or ever for that matter, I was hoping Bobby had figured something out.
