Chapter 38
Jessie and Sam spent the entire day after the wedding at her house. Most of the time was spent in the bedroom, although they weren't fussy about which room they might choose when the mood struck them. For one day, they imagined they were any normal newlywed couple. They didn't answer their phone, or worry about the world. All they focused on was each other. It was their time out from even spent the evening outside in the backyard, laying on a blanket, feeding each other, making out and watching the sunset in each other's arms. It was a surreal moment, until the mosquitos began to bite. Then they headed inside to cuddle up on the couch with a cheesy movie and fell asleep together.
Jessie was the first one awake the next morning. The first thing she did was make coffee before heading upstairs to have a shower. She had been hoping that Sam would wake up and join her, but she finished her shower alone.
When she came downstairs, she noticed Sam was missing from the couch and there was a lot of noise coming from the kitchen. So she followed the noise, grinning as she saw Sam looking through her cupboards while wearing her apron.
"What're you doing?" she asked with a mix of curiosity and surprise.
"And good morning to you, too," he replied sarcastically, his hands on his hips in a teasing manner.
She raised her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Good morning."
He approached her with his arms outstretched, pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her deeply.
"I was trying to make you breakfast," he said as he pulled away slightly, pushing aside a lock of damp hair.
"That's sweet of you, Sam," she said with a bright smile. "But, why don't you let me take care of it?"
"I'm more than capable of cooking breakfast, Jessie."
"Yeah, but you need a shower," she replied with a wink.
He smiled, kissing her once on the cheek before pulling off the apron and handing it to her. "I guess you'll be needing this."
She took the apron with a smile. "I'll let you make me lunch—if Dean doesn't show up before then."
He sighed. "Do you think it would be too much to ask if we could have another day alone?"
She shrugged her shoulders lightly. "I'm sure he'll leave us alone while we're in Vegas."
"Right," he snorted. "As long as he doesn't run out of money."
She chuckled knowingly, then turned her back to him and began to pull out stuff for breakfast. It took a moment for him to get the hint, but he finally left to have a shower.
After breakfast, they cuddled on the couch and watched the morning news together, both hoping for no unusual deaths. Neither one of them felt like hunting at the moment, not when they had planned to go to Las Vegas to continue with their honeymoon. Though, if they were being honest with themselves, they knew the reason they were going was because Dean wanted to go on his annual trip. A honeymoon was just an excuse to get them to agree with him.
It was shortly after noon when Dean finally showed up. Jessie teased him about his dishevelled appearance, calling him a bum. It looked like ha hadn't changed his clothes in days, and that he'd slept in them. But she was pretty sure he'd just been partying a little too hard. She wondered how many stories she would hear about him the next time she headed into town.
After a heated discussion, they all eventually agreed on leaving for Vegas early the next morning. Dean had wanted to leave that day, but not only did Jessie think he needed some sleep, she wanted to do some cleaning before she left home.
Sam helped Jessie clean her house, as well as managing to take some time out together while Dean was napping. And shortly after an early dinner, the couple went to bed.
The sun was barely peeking above the horizon the next morning, when Dean appeared in the couple's bedroom, waking them noisily. He wanted them to feel the same excitement he was feeling, but Jessie definitely didn't feel that way. The last thing she wanted to do was drive all the way to Vegas for no particular reason. She would have been just as happy staying at home with Sam.
After a quick argument, Jessie gave up and let the boys have their way. Dean wanted to take the Impala but not her car, so the three of them could take shifts driving and get to Vegas sooner. She hated the idea, but it was two against one, and since she agreed to be a part of their particular dynamic, she had to relent. But she didn't have to like it. And she didn't.
Jessie sat in the back seat with her laptop open, while Dean was driving and Sam was in the passenger seat. But all she really wanted to do was sleep. So after their first rest stop, she put her laptop away, laid down on the back seat and fell asleep.
Jessie slept until they stopped a second time to grab some lunch. She was so hungry, she not only surprised the boys by how much she ate, but she surprised herself. Neither of the brothers called attention to that fact. Both seemed to be happy to see her eat, which she hadn't been doing very much of lately.
Since she was feeling much more alert, Jessie decided to drive after lunch while Dean rested in the back. It was Sam's suggestion, but she was more than happy to drive while the sun was still up. She wasn't really fond of driving at night when she could help it, especially the Impala. She wasn't comfortable driving it like she was her own car.
They drove several hours before stopping again to have a late dinner. And when they left the diner, Sam drove. He had napped a little while Jessie had been driving, so he felt awake enough to drive most of the night.
It was early in the morning when they finally arrived in Las Vegas. Dean was driving again by this time, while Sam and Jessie were both asleep in the back seat. He was so excited he couldn't help but wake the both of them up.
"You're worse than a child at Disneyland," Jessie said groggily as she sat up and wiped sleep from her eyes.
"I should have warned you," Sam said with a smile.
"How can you not be excited by Vegas?" Dean asked. "It's the best place in the world."
She snorted. "Let me know how you like it when you run outta money?"
"You're such a buzzkill," he replied with a roll of his eyes.
She grinned at Sam, who'd taken her hand in his. "I'll be much more excited when I have a room to sleep in," she replied. "Your car is a lot of things, but comfortable to sleep in isn't one of them."
"Where exactly is that hotel?" he asked.
"Right on the strip, Dean. You can't miss it."
"And how the hell am I gonna afford a room in a hotel on the strip?"
She sighed loudly. "I told you I'd pay for it. Besides, the man who owns the hotel was an acquaintance of my father."
"Oh, you mean your father got him out of trouble?" he asked sarcastically.
"My father was a damn good lawyer, Dean," she snapped. "All the years of hunting helped him tell who was a liar and who wasn't."
"So you're saying the man who owns this casino isn't a crook?"
"Yes, that's what I'm saying," she replied with irritation. "And you better not cause any problems."
"What? Do I look like a wild teen left home alone?"
She chuckled. "You really want me to answer that?"
Sam laughed. "A teenager with crow's feet."
"Hey! I've earned these crow's feet!" he replied, feeling insulted.
Sam and Jessie laughed, then laughed harder when he mumbled something under his breath that neither of them could make out.
Everyone was quiet until they arrived at the hotel Jessie had chosen. Dean was unable to contain his excitement almost from the moment they walked into the hotel. He really was like a child in a candy store, so Jessie made his brother keep him out of the way while she made arrangements at the front desk. She had pretended to be annoyed with him, but she really wasn't. She thought it was quite amusing.
"Dean," Jessie called as she walked away from the desk, approaching the brothers. "Can I talk to you alone for a minute?"
Sam shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as Dean looked at him curiously. He seemed to think for a moment, then walked a short distance away with her.
"First, here's your key," she said, holding a swipe card out for him. She waited until he took it before speaking again. "I set you up with some credit in the casino. You know, just in case you run out of money."
He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Are you trying to make sure I leave you and Sam alone?"
She smiled. "That's part of it."
"What's the other part?"
"It's a thank you, Dean. For allowing me in your brother's life."
"Hey! I don't run his life, Jessie. He's a big boy."
She smiled. "I know. But I also know if you had a problem with me, Sam would have a problem with me."
"Okay. No need to get all girlie on me."
She chuckled. "Fine. But thanks anyways."
She turned and was about to walk away when he called her name.
"What?" she asked as she turned around.
"How much is the credit for?"
She looked at him pensively for a moment. "Enough," she replied tersely.
"Why can't you just tell me?"
She shook her head, speaking quietly. "A hundred grand."
"What?!" he said with surprise. "A hundred thousand dollars? Really?"
She shook her head with a smile then walked away, leaving Dean standing where he was, feeling dumbfounded.
"What was that about?" Sam asked as he took her hand and began walking towards the elevators.
"I'll tell you about it later," she replied with a smile as they got into the elevator.
He waited until the elevator door closed before pulling her into a tight embrace and began to kiss her deeply. They continued kissing, even as the elevator stopped a few times and people got on and off.
Sam was surprised when they finally made it into their room, which was much bigger than he could have imagined. It was probably the nicest room he'd ever had the pleasure of visiting, let alone staying in. He quickly wondered what his brother's room must look like.
The couple didn't leave their room the entire day, not even to eat. They ordered room service, although Sam occasionally felt guilty about always spending Jessie's money. But she always played it down, reminding him that they were married now, so everything was half his. It didn't make him feel anymore comfortable about it, but, she was right.
The next day, they met up with Dean for breakfast in the restaurant in the hotel. He wanted to to thank Jessie for the money, as well as brag a little about the money he'd won playing poker. He also invited them to come to a show in the casino later.
While Jessie could think of a million things better to do than watch some show, Sam insisted on going so she let him have his way. She only reminded him that she wasn't going to make a habit of letting him have his way. He only smiled and nodded.
After breakfast, the couple went into the casino and played the slot machines for about an hour before Dean came to get them for the show.
"What kind of show is this?" Jessie asked as she sat down at a table near the front.
"It's a comedy," he replied.
She wasn't sure why, but something in his response made her feel uneasy. She glanced at Sam, who smiled at her, making her smile back.
While they were waiting for the show to begin, Dean began talking about everything he'd done since they'd arrived in Vegas. Jessie was already tired of hearing about it, since that was all he had done during breakfast. But, she feigned interest, since she had nothing else to distract her.
When the lights in the audience went down, Dean became quiet. Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned her attention towards the stage to the person who had come out to intoduce the act. She listened, without really listening. She was too concerned about the hand that had just made its way onto her knee and began working its way up her thigh.
"Sam," she called in a chastising voice.
He beamed at her innocently, making her shake her head with a smile.
As the comedian came onto the stage, Jessie froze on the spot, terror filling her with panic, her eyes going wide.
"I gotta go," she said to Sam in a panicked voice.
"What's wrong?" he asked with concern.
She glanced towards the stage for a moment, before returning her gaze on Sam.
"I just can't stay," she replied, attempting to stand up, but he pulled her back to her seat by her hand.
"Jessie, what is it?"
She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing would come out. But then, Dean began laughing. She turned in his direction with a scowl. "How the hell did you find out?"
He laughed louder, irritating the people sitting nearest to their table, and the comedian.
She glanced quickly at the stage, cringing inside, before she stood up and made her way out of the room, almost tripping over someone's foot as she did so.
Once she was safely in the lobby, she was finally able to breath and relax. It was only moments later when Sam came into the lobby with a concerned look.
"What's going on, Jess?"
"What if I said...clowns?"
"Where?" he replied quickly, glancing around with unease.
"There aren't any clowns, Sam."
"I don't understand," he said, shaking his head with confusion.
"Dean is so dead," she mumbled under her breath.
He gazed at her pleadingly. "Have you lost your mind?"
She chuckled ironically. "Yeah, kinda."
He stretched out his hand, taking a hold of hers and pulled her close.
She pulled away slightly, looking embarrassed. "This is really stupid, Sam, but, I might as well tell you."
He smiled supportively as she took a couple of deep breaths.
"The comedian had a ventriloquist dummy, Sam."
"And?"
She rolled her eyes. "I'm afraid of them. Okay? Now you know."
He gazed at her evenly for a moment before he began to grin, stifling a laugh.
"I'm glad you find this so amusing," she said, feeling insulted.
"I'm sorry, Jessie. I can't help but find it funny."
She narrowed her eyes crossly. "You know what, Sam? Go back in and watch the show with your brother, I need some time to myself."
"Jessie—"
She turned her back to him and stomped away, leaving him standing in the lobby watching her leave.
As soon as Jessie put some distance between herself and the situation, she realized how silly she was for being angry. She knew it was one of those silly irrational fears, but she hadn't expected Sam, of all people, to laugh about it. She'd expected more of him. Either way, she decided to make use of their time away from each other.
As nice as it was having someone to share her life with, she also missed having some alone time, which she rarely had any longer. So she headed into the casino to play some poker. If anything, it would help her relax and focus on something other than her silly fear.
She'd been playing poker for almost two hours before Sam managed to find her. He didn't immediately say anything to her, but she knew he was standing behind her. She'd expected him to say something, but she was glad when he didn't. She wasn't ready to go quite yet. She was winning.
He stayed silent through a few more hands before laying a hand on her shoulder to let her know he was there. She noticed as he did that, that one of the players across the table seemed to become irritated.
"You got a problem?" she asked the man.
He narrowed his eyes pensively. "Yeah, I do. You're a cheater."
She laughed. "I'm sorry that you don't have the first clue on how to play poker, but don't put that on me."
"I see how it is," he replied harshly. "You have a big guy standing behind you so you think you're all that."
She chuckled. "I don't need any man to fight my battles for me."
The dealer stepped in, asking both of them to calm down, but Jessie wasn't going to let it go that easily. When it was her turn to bet, she went all in.
The dealer looked at her with surprise. "You do know how much you have there, right?"
She narrowed her eyes dangerously. "What? I'm a woman so I can't count? Yeah, I know there's over two hundred grand here. Just do your damn job."
The dealer looked taken aback for a second before he began counting the pile of chips letting everyone at the table know the exact amount so they could bet accordingly.
Everyone at the table folded, except for the man who'd been giving her a hard time, he went all in, after hesitating for a few moments.
Jessie grinned wildly at him, taunting him. She normally didn't play like that, but something about the man had rubbed her the wrong way. She knew her hand could beat his and that was all that mattered.
When the man flipped his cards over, she saw he had a king high flush. The man grinned tauntingly, thinking he had her beaten. But that was exactly what she thought he had. The only problem for him was, she had the ace and another of the same suit as well. Her flush beat his.
As her cards were flipped over, the man stood up dramatically, his chair flying backwards onto the floor.
"Cheater! You're a damn cheater!" he yelled irately, as he threw some poker chips across the table. "Damn women playing poker and cheating!"
The dealer was about to call for security when they showed up on their own, taking the struggling man away. Jessie could only smile.
"Are you going to be playing anymore?" Sam asked quietly, leaning close to her.
She narrowed her eyes slightly. "No. But only because I don't want to."
He shifted his gaze, keeping silent.
After dealing with her winnings, she walked through the casino with Sam, not really saying anything, but they stayed close enough to each other that they were in constant physical contact. It wasn't until they made their way into the hotel lobby that either of them said anything.
"I'm really sorry about earlier, Jessie," Sam said, reaching out for her hands, squeezing them tightly. "I know it was insensitive of me to laugh about your fear."
"You do know I'm not angry with you, right?" she asked. "I'm just disappointed. Of all the people, I thought you would have understood."
"I do, Jessie. I don't know why I couldn't help but laugh."
"Well, now you know," she replied tersely. "I don't know how the hell your brother found out, but someone is gonna get hurt."
He pulled her close, placing her hands on his hips while he held them tightly. "As long as it isn't me."
"No," she said with a giddy smile. "Unless you want me to."
He smiled, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "What do you wanna do now?"
"Why don't we go for a walk on the strip?"
"Okay," he replied with a smile.
He released his grip on her hands, but not before he kissed her lips lightly.
She took a hold of his hand as they began walking out of the lobby, stepping outside for the first time in almost two days. The sun was shining brightly and was warm on the skin. She blinked a few times to adjust to the brightness, frustrated she'd forgotten her sunglasses.
"Do you want me to go back up to our room and grab your sunglasses?" Sam asked, noticing her squinting.
"No. I'll be fine," she replied with a smile.
He smiled thoughtfully. "It's not a big deal. You stay here and I'll go get them."
She barely had a moment to smile at him before he was heading back into the hotel to get her sunglassess. She laughed to herself, still finding it odd that she had someone who would want to look after her. It still felt strange to her.
After a minute of waiting, she became bored and began to meander slowly down the sidewalk, making sure not to go too far that Sam wouldn't be able to find her. There were a lot of people around and she wasn't nearly as tall as he was.
She hadn't gotten too far when she was confronted by the man who'd been kicked out of the casino. He seemed to be even more inebriated than he had while they'd been playing poker. He had a sneer on his face as he stumbled close to her.
"There's the cheater," he said, heavily slurring his words. "Do you know what happens to cheaters?"
She chuckled. "Why don't you go get yourself a coffee? You definitely don't want to do this here and now."
"Why not? Your big giant man isn't here to protect you. Is that it?"
"I told you before that I don't need a man to fight my battles," she replied sternly. "And you're in no condition to fight."
"Maybe not, but they are," he replied, pointing to two men who had come to stand behind him.
"Wow! How very manly both of you must be. Two of you to one woman," she taunted.
The men glared at her angrily, but hesitated. She wondered if it was the look in her eye that stopped them, or maybe they were waiting for the man to give them an order. Either way, she was surprised they were acting this way in public, in a busy area, in broad daylight.
"What're you waiting for?" the drunken man said to the men.
The men began to advance on her, so she decided to take the biggest one out first, who was about the size of Dean, only not as bulky. He reached out to grab a hold of her, but she moved to the side, kicking him hard enough in the shin he nearly crumpled on the spot. But as he began falling forward, he tried to grab a hold of her again, but she once again moved aside, backhanding him in the face as she did.
The second man, who was much shorter than him, managed to grab a hold of her shirt sleeve as she moved away from the other man. He scowled as she freed herself with a tug then kicked him in the gut. As he doubled over from the kick, she punched him in the face, knocking him backwards onto the cement.
The first man managed to grab her by the hair as she backed away from the second man. He pulled her hard backwards where she stumbled, almost falling, but she managed to stay up on her feet. He pulled her close enough until he managed to grab her around the waist with one hand, the other still holding on to her hair.
Furiously, she stomped on his foot with hers as hard as she could, which made him drop her hair. Then she used a free arm and elbowed him straight in the jaw, which made an awful cracking sound as she came into contact with it. He released her waist as he stumbled backwards, his hand over his jaw, blood running from his nose.
A large crowd of wide eyed people had gathered by now. None seemed very interested in getting involved in the fight, they were keeping their distance, some with their camera phones pointing in their direction.
"Have you had enough yet?" she asked the men, who seemed to be looking at her with apprehension.
After a few moments, the two men glanced at each other simultaneously and nodded. A few seconds later, they turned tail and ran away, leaving the drunken man there alone.
"Why don't you leave, too?" she said to the drunken man, waving her hand dismissively.
"No. I don't think I will," he replied with a sneer.
She rolled her eyes, mumbling, "Whatever," before turning her back to him.
She hadn't taken more than two steps when she sensed him moving towards her. She turned around just as she heard Sam yell her name in warning. The man was much closer than she realized and he was brandishing a long knife, however, he was holding it clumsily. She stepped back slightly, moving to the side easily as the momentum of his thrust carried him past her. But he was quicker than she realized, as he abruptly turned while slashing the knife towards her, missing her by barely an inch. By this time Sam had managed to make it to her, but she was so furious she didn't want him to interfere. As Sam tried to grab the man, he swung around to slash him, but in one smooth movement, Jessie was able to knock the knife from his hand, grab him by the head and slam him into her raised knee. The man fell backwards onto the pavement moaning in pain, blood spewing from his nose and lip.
"Didn't I say I don't need a man to help me?" she said to Sam with a wink.
He shrugged. "I just like feeling useful."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. "That you are."
He brushed hair from out of her face before leaning in to kiss her, but she backed away before he could.
"What the hell is that?" she asked pointing to his arm. "You're bleeding."
He glanced at his arm, completely surprised to see blood as well.
"It's not very deep," he said as he checked his forearm.
"I don't care," she said with a serious look. "You're getting it looked at."
He rolled his eyes slightly but he knew not to argue with her. She wouldn't let it go and he didn't really blame her. He would have insisted if it was her.
"After we deal with the cops," he said as he noticed a few police heading towards them.
"Let me do the talking," she replied with a grin. "Three men against one woman is better told by the—helpless—woman."
He chuckled. "Fine."
After dealing with the police, Sam had his arm looked at by paramedics. It turned out it was only a shallow laceration and all it required was some butterfly bandages to make sure it healed with minimal scarring, not that it bothered him. He had more than his fair share of scars. One more wasn't really an issue.
"You were damn good out there," Sam said after they'd returned to their hotel room. "A shame I didn't get to see more of the fight."
She chuckled. "Men are easier to fight than monsters, for the most part. They're much more predictable."
"So you turned your back to him because you were expecting him to knife you, is that it?"
She nodded her head. "I knew he was gonna attack me from behind, I saw it in his eyes. I just had no idea he had a knife," she replied, then shrugged. "It didn't matter. I knew he would try something. I woulda had him with or without your help."
He moved close to her, grabbing a hold of her hips with a grin. "I knew you had him. I just can't let you have all the fun."
"Oh? Is that it?" she replied with a grin of her own.
He smiled as he tugged on her hips, pulling her tightly against his body. He leaned close to her and began nuzzling her, breathing in her ear, feeling the excitement as her breathing quickened. He thought it might be crazy, but watching her defend herself against three men excited him for some reason.
As soon as their lips touched, their passion was ignited. Sam carried her to the bedroom, laid her down on the bed and took her clothes off hurriedly, then took his off as well before climbing into bed with her. He made passionate love to her for what seemed like hours before they both fell asleep in each other's arms.
It was early in the evening when the couple finally woke up. Sam had been awake for a short time before Jessie, but he found he rather enjoyed lying in bed with her, nowhere to go, nothing to do. He laid still, his arm around her, contemplating his life. He began to wonder why he still insisted on hunting. It seemed rather pointless during moments like this.
They snuggled for a little while, until Jessie insisted on getting out of bed so they could grab something to eat. She was starving and so was Sam.
She climbed out of bed to grab a shower, when Sam looked at her funny and pointed.
"What's that?"
She glanced down at herself in curiosity. "Where?"
He climbed out of bed, wrapping his arm around and pointed to her stomach.
"Right there," he said with a chuckle. "Looks like you've gained a couple of pounds. Maybe you need to lay off of Dean's diet."
She pulled away from him, gazing at him furiously. "Did you just tell me I've gained weight, Sam? Seriously?"
"Uh—"
"You're unreal!" she yelled as she stormed off into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Jessie jumped into the shower still in disbelief about Sam's comment. While it was true she'd put on a couple of pounds, she couldn't believe he would call attention to it, especially when they were still supposed to be on their honeymoon. It seemed more like a Dean thing to say.
What made it worse was, she had no idea if he had been joking or if he was really bothered by it. This way, she had no idea if she should feel more hurt, or insulted. Either way, she decided whether it was a joke or not, it wasn't a nice thing to say.
She took her time in the bathroom, thoroughly washing her hair, shaving, and scrubbing the callouses on her feet. And when she was done in the shower, she brushed and dried her hair thoroughly, then braided it, which she didn't do often. After she ran out of things to do, she wrapped herself entirely in a fluffy white hotel robe, tied it tight, then left the room in search of some clothes to wear.
She noticed Sam sitting across the room, his back to her when she walked out. He was on the phone, but as soon as he heard her leave the bathroom he ended the call and turned around with an apologetic look.
She rolled her eyes and continued to walk to the dresser she had her clothes in, looking through the top drawer. By the time she found something she'd been looking to wear, Sam was standing behind her silently. She turned around quickly giving him the evil eye.
"Don't give me those sorry puppy dog eyes, Sam," she said harshly. "Those don't work with me."
"Can I explain myself? Please?" he begged.
She narrowed her eyes in thought. "Tell me who you were talking to on the phone first?"
He sighed. "Dean."
She snorted. "Please tell me you weren't asking him for advice, Sam?"
"Uh..."
"Oh, this should be good," she said while crossing her arms.
"Can we just sit down and talk about this like rational adults?"
"So now I'm irrational, is that it?" she snapped
"What's going on with you today?" he asked. "One minute you're fine, the next you're overreacting."
She narrowed her eyes. "I guess you aren't using Dean's advice. I think even he has more sense than this."
"No, he..." the rest he mumbled so quietly she couldn't make it out.
"What did you say?" she asked with irritation.
"Forget it, Jessie. I don't want to argue with you."
"Well I'm not gonna forget about it, so spill," she replied with finality.
He rolled his eyes and sighed, speaking hesitantly. "He said, it must almost be your time of the month."
She rolled her eyes heavily and snorted. "Okay, I guess I was wrong. He doesn't have more sense than you."
"Jessie, please," he pleaded. "I thought it was harmless teasing. I didn't mean to upset you."
She gazed deeply into his eyes and felt her resolve melt. She could see he was truly sorry and she had been making a big deal out of something she knew he was only teasing her about. But something he said had hit home with her and had her thinking. Although it was the last thing she wanted to think about.
She nodded her head lightly, letting her arms fall to her side. "I know, Sam. I'm sorry."
He smiled encouragingly as he moved closer, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Are we okay?"
"Of course we are," she replied with a smile. "I think it's because I'm hungry."
He pulled her into an embrace, burying his face in her hair. "Then let's get you something to eat."
She pulled away with a smile, gazing up into his eyes sweetly. "I know this place not far from here that has awesome take out. You wouldn't mind getting it, would you?"
"You don't want to come with me?" he asked with surprise.
"I've had enough of being out today," she replied. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not," he replied with a smile.
She leaned close to him, kissing his cheek. "Thanks."
She wrote out what she wanted on a piece of paper, then gave him directions to the restaurant. And after a few long, lingering kisses, Sam headed out to get her what she wanted.
She waited a minute to make sure he was gone, then picked up the phone and called the hotel concierge.
"I need something from the pharmacy and I need it in ten minutes or less. Can you do that?"
The concierge told her it would be no problem. So after she hung up the phone, she began pacing the room imaptiently waiting, constantly muttering to herself over and over again like a mantra. "It can't be true."
A/N: So, have you figured it out yet? How long do you think they can stay happy for? Where will Crowley and Meg come in? What did you think of this chapter? Let me know.
Thanks for reading!