Chapter 14:
Sam carried Cassandra down to the Mustang; we put her in the backseat and dropped her off at the hospital. We told the doctor that we were walking down the street when she collapsed, and we brought her straight here. He thanked us and soon we were driving back to my house.
Most of the ride back I thought about what was going to happen next. Were Sam and I over? Was I ever going to see them again? I just got them back; I don't know how I would be able to handle losing them all over again.
Sam broke the silence. "So I'm yours?" He said, smiling.
I felt myself blush, "I wasn't thinking, I-I knew it would shut her up." I stammered.
Sam kissed my cheek, "Too bad, cause you're mine." He said. I could feel his breath on my cheek.
I smiled and quickly pecked him on the lips.
"What happens now, Sam?" I asked quietly.
The smile vanished from his lips. "I want to be with you Jamie, I do, but I have no idea what is coming up the road ahead. You could get hurt, and I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you." He said, looking at the road.
"Sam, I don't think I can bear to lose anyone else. I just got you boys back. What if you don't come back one day? How would I be able to cope, knowing I could have been there to help you? You guys need all the help you can get, from what I have heard." I paused. "What if I hunted with you, helped you with Dean's situation and cases? If you say no I understand, but I need to be with you Sam, I need to help you." I said quickly. "You need to help me." I added with a whisper.
"I feel the same way Jamie, but that is something you, me, and Dean need to figure out." Sam said. I nodded. That is all that was said for the rest of the trip.
We pulled into my driveway in silence. The Impala was still there. We walked up the steps and through the door.
"Dean? Are you there?" I said, walking into the living room. I heard Dean's voice in the kitchen.
"We won't be hearing from Sasha again." Sam said.
"Great. How was she doing it?" Dean said, walking into the living room. Sam threw himself on the couch, he took up the entire length of it, and then some, his feet were dangling off the end of it.
Sam started explaining what happened and I walked into the kitchen to grab two beers. I walked back into the room as soon as Sam finished. I threw him the beer and opened mine of the side of the coffee table. I sat on Sam's stomach and heard him groan. I started to laugh when Dean sat on my lap.
"This is abuse!" Sam yelled, still laughing I pecked him on the cheek and pushed Dean off. Dean laughed and sat on the chair. I slipped down to the floor in front of the couch.
"So Dean. Jamie and I were talking…" Sam started.
"You told her everything, didn't you?" Dean interrupted, a cold look on his face.
"She can help us Dean, we need all the help we can get." Sam said, sitting up.
"Dean, Sam and I were talking about me traveling with you guys. We decided that we don't want to leave each other for a couple of months and find out that the other one was killed." I added, telling him straightforward.
"Sam you know this, the less people that get hurt the better, you know what happened to Mom, Jessica, Dad. Do you really want the same thing to happen to her?" Dean said Sam ignoring me.
"I want to help Dean, it is my choice, not Sam's." I interjected.
"I am just looking out for you, Jamie! Sam is not the only one here that doesn't want you to get hurt!" Dean shouted, standing up. He started to pace.
I stood up and put my hand on Dean's shoulder, he stood still. "Dean. I know that you have lost a lot, been through a lot, but Sam is not the only reason I want to do this. You taught me that if you care for someone you should take care of them, help them. I can help. Please let me help you. You guys are family to me, and I can't lose you again." I said softly.
He turned around and I could see all that he had lost and been through in his expression. I hugged him close, letting him know silently that I am here for him. He put his chin on the top of my head and kissed my forehead, like he used to do when we were kids. I knew from that he had said yes, in his own way. I let go and sat next to Sam, he grabbed my hand and squeezed.
"Alright, but you asked for it." Dean said, sitting down on the chair again. "I play my music loud, driver picks the music, shotgun, and I guess backseat person, shuts their cakehole? Got it?" Dean said.
"Got it." Sam and I said at the same time.
"No lovey dovey, goo goo stuff in my presence either. It's gross." He said, shuddering.
"Not like this?" I asked. I turned to Sam and kissed his nose, making lovey dovey, goo goo noises as Sam kissed my nose, forehead, and pecked my lips.
"Yes! Like that! Please stop." Dean said, cringing. Sam and I stopped and laughed at Dean's expression.
The night continued like that, Dean listing out his list as I put the Mustang up for auction using my computer. This is the night where it all began.