Shelby and Sam helped Dean and Harley into the hotel room. They both collapsed on the bed closest to the door. As soon as they laid down, they were both out. Sam and Shelby didn't disturbed them.
"I guess there won't be any victory party tonight," Sam said with a chuckle as he watched Dean and Harley shift into more comfortable sleeping positions.
"Guess not," Shelby said as she moved to the duffel bags along the far wall. She began putting things in the correct bag and then zipping them. After a few minutes of Sam watching her do this he finally spoke up as he walked over to her.
'You know that it is three in the morning, right. You must be exhausted. You didn't seem like you have gotten much sleep lately," Sam said with concern as he took one of her hands in his. When he did this, she looked up at him with her face stained with tears.
"What is wrong? The hunt went well. Harley and Dean are going to be fine. We saved all of those children. What could be making you cry?" he asked as he wiped her face with his free hand. I never would have thought that Super woman would let her guard down.
"This hunt was the final straw. She is going to leave me," Shelby whispered hoarsely.
"Who Harley? Why would you think that?" he asked with concern in his eyes.
"Mine and Harley's families have been killed off by supernatural things. I never realized that each hunt we go on reminds Harley of how we are not normal. I know that she doesn't want perfection but she would love to have a social life. She has nothing and nobody when she is with me. This hunt was too much for her. She will leave so that she won't have to deal with it anymore. Then she won't have to get drunk so that she won't have to think about hunting or me," Shelby finished sobbing into Sam's chest as he hugged her close. He just held her as she cried. He knew that this was the first time that she has been able to show her true emotions. He felt like she was finally opening up and he was getting a glimpse of the real Shelby. She is trying to be the big sister to her best friend instead of the little sister that she should be. She is the baby of the group acting like the mother hen.
"She loves you more than anything, Shelby. She wouldn't leave you because she needs you just like you need her. You are each other's family. Family doesn't stop with blood. All those that you meet that you let into your life make up your family. That is especially true for hunters," Sam told Shelby in a low deep tone that made Shelby feel like he was being honest with her not just consoling her.
Shelby stayed in the embrace for a moment longer so that she could calm herself. She finally, gently pushed away from Sam and looked up at him. "I do need her but she doesn't think I do. She thinks that I am superwoman." I save her from everything except me.
"Even Superman had friends like Louis Lane," Sam said encouragingly with a smirk. Let me be your friend. Let me get closer to you.
Shelby looked up at Sam with a very serious expression on her face and asked, "Will you be my Louis Lane?"
Sam chuckled at this and Shelby blushed realizing what she had said. "If you will let me," he said with a smile.
Shelby looked at him seriously, "I will try. You might have to be patient with me." Sam just kept smiling and lifted a hand to sweep one of Shelby's wayward curls out of her face.
Shelby turned to look at Dean and Harley sound asleep. Dean's arm was laid over Harley's middle and Harley was turned away from him with her back snuggled to him. "She's a flirt even when she's out cold," Shelby chuckled.
"Yeah and look at Dean. He is a player conscious or not," Sam laughed with Shelby. "Well that leaves one bed," Sam said after their laughing died down. "You can take the bed. I will sleep on the floor."
"No, you just had to witness me have a mental break down. The least I could do is let you get a good night's sleep," Shelby insisted. This has not been one of my finer moments.
"You take the bed. I insist," Sam said as he grabbed a pillow off the bed and the top coverlet. He laid on the floor between the beds on the floor.
Shelby waited a moment. She watched him as he got comfortable and then she went to turn off the light. She then got in the bed. A few minutes later she rolled to the very edge of the bed to the side Sam was on and looked down on him. "Sam?" Shelby whispered. Here we go. My first attempt at flirting, I mean being friendly.
"Yeah?" Sam whispered back as he looked up.
"I don't think Superman would let his Loise Lane sleep on the floor when there was enough room for two on the bed," she said this before she scooted to the far side so that he could have half the bed. Don't leave me hanging.
After a moment, Sam got up, put his pillow on the bed and then stretched the blanket he had over the bed. He then scooted in the bed facing Shelby who was facing him. "Oh, my God," Shelby whispered. I am in the bed with a gorgeous guy. Oh, my God.
"What?" Sam asked with concern.
"Good night," Shelby whispered before she closed her eyes. Could I be a bigger dork. Yes! I definitely could.
"Good night," Sam whispered back before they both closed their eyes. I wonder if she knows that her face gives away her every thought.