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Chapter Eleven
"Uh- right," Dean stuttered as he came into the room and dropped the duffle bags.
Sam sighed. "Don't worry about it."
"What," Dean asked, surprised.
"You were going to get another room," she said and sat down on the bed. "Don't worry about it. I'll sleep on the floor."
"No you won't."
"Yes, I will."
"I'll sleep on the floor, Sam." They had a mini-stare-down. "That's final."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Fine."
"Good," he said and came to sit on the bed with her. "Now what?"
Sam thought. While it tempted her to ask what they did while they hunted, she didn't think Dean would come out and tell her. He seemed a little quiet about his home life and she figured hunting was the same way. "Maybe we should watch a movie?"
"Which one?" Maybe if it was a scary movie then he could hold her again. Then maybe she wouldn't be so mad at him. Then maybe they would be a couple.
She shrugged. "Whichever."
"Something scary," he suggested gently. "I could teach you about my hunting."
Well, that was easy. "Sure," she said with a smile.
"I'll be right back," Dean told her standing and heading for the door. He was going to get the movie from the front desk. "Want a soda and snack too?" She nodded 'yes'. "Grape soda and pretzels without salt?"
She smiled and nodded.
He knew her too well.