Sam had watched Stevie get up, walking out the door with Dean, and a part of him wanted to simply follow them just to make sure she was okay, but the stronger part of him knew that she would be fine with Dean, that his brother would never let anything happen to her, and in truth, he felt pretty positive that Maria shouldn't be left alone. He got up off the bed, grabbing the chair that Dean had pulled over to sit in front of Maria earlier, now replacing it in it's place at the table. Leaving enough room for him to sit down, as he did so, his elbows hitting the table as he put his chin into his hands.

"I don't need you to watch over me," she sighed, though she was wondering if that was exactly true any more.

"I'm not watching over you, I think we should talk, and something tells me that we'll have a few minutes to do it," he said, his head leaving his hands to nod toward the room next door.

Again she found herself sighing, though this time it was more out of the frustration at what she felt was Sam's stupidity, "Do you really think that my sister is over there putting the moves on your brother just to keep herself from jumping you? Because, honestly, if that's what you think of my sister, I'll gut you the next time you so much as look at her."

Sam threw his hands up, a somewhat smile creasing his lips at Maria's promise to protect her sister. "No, Maria, I do not think that Stevie is making moves on my brother, but I do believe she's going to talk to him," he said, slowly lowering his hands as she thought about what he said, her anger lessening.

"Why in the world would she need to talk to Dean when she has me," she asked, then almost groaned with another sigh, "or you?"

Sam kept his answer simple, "Because she loves us." When her eyes widened, he shook his head, "Really, do you really think she doesn't love me? Why? Because it's been days and not months? In this world, do we really have the luxury of months?"

Maria huffed, her anger sparked once more, "You may not be able to play house for months, Sam, but you also don't fall in love in days. It doesn't happen. Be real and think about what you're saying. Do you really think you're in love with my sister, and not just being led down this road by whatever in the hell is wanting to sacrifice the two of you?" She got up from her seat, unable to sit still as her mind whirled with so many thoughts it was hard to figure out which one she wanted to speak of next.

Before she could decide, Sam spoke up, "I love your sister, and you can believe that or not. At this point I do not care, because I know you don't. We are going to make it through the next day and a half and you will have to believe it then, because I promise you that on November 18th Stevie and I will still love each other. Will it be this strong? I don't know, but I do know that it's just not going to disappear."

Maria cut her eyes at him, "And after all you've ever been through, you really believe that? I thought you Winchesters were supposed to be the all knowing experts of the supernatural, but you act like a goofy teenager with his first girlfriend thinking he's going to marry her one day because heaven forbid, nothing could ever feel like this! You're fucking delusional, Sam!"

Sam stood up, his own anger coming out, something that he rarely showed unless he was fighting for his brother, kicking the chair into the wall behind him, "I'm delusional? You're a bitch, Maria. Why are you so pissed about someone actually caring about your sister? Maybe you're just jealous that you're not the absolute center of her world anymore. Maybe it's you that just can't handle you losing your spot on the pedestal!"

Having heard the chair crashing into the wall, Dean and Stevie had rushed into the room, forgetting the laptop, the only concern was that someone had tried to harm their siblings. As they entered the room, having caught the last of Sam's words, they both stopped in the doorway, Stevie's eyes wide while Dean shook his head, "What the hell happened between you two?"

All at once, both tried to explain how the other was an idiot, but Stevie shushed them quickly, her own temperature rising at the heat between Sam and Maria. "Look, I don't know what happened between you two, but both of you need to calm down." She looked at Sam, hurt in her eyes, "How could you talk to my sister like that? You know how important she is to me, and regardless of my feelings toward you, she will always be my sister and I will always love her as such." She saw Maria's smirk before it even fully formed, and she squared her eyes on her sister, "And you? You know how much I care about Sam, regardless of whether you believe in it or not, but you should respect me enough to not to attack him."

Dean shrugged his shoulders as Sam looked to him for help, "Sorry, little brother, but I think Stevie has this pretty much under control."

Sam made his little aggravated face, "Great, so now whatever the hell is going on has got the three of us going at each others throats, but you're still your normal asshole self."

Dean arched a brow at his brother, "Keep it up, Sammy, and it will be all four of us."