Chapter 7

Bad things

1 week later

Sam looked at the sleeping girl on the bed, curled up under the blanket. She was very peaceful now. He had no idea how long he had stood there looking at her, he had only come in because he had heard her yelping in her sleep, but now he seemed to be unable to move. She had been pretty much afraid to sleep after Lucifer had appeared in her dream. Sam could certainly relate; he has had his share of unpleasant dreams. She definitely needed to rest; she had scrubbed the whole cabin during the last few days. According to her, she cleaned when she was nervous, distressed or just bored, she enjoyed cleanliness.

Despite everything, she had handled the whole situation pretty well. They still had no idea what she was, but Castiel had gone to gather some information. Dean had been away for couple of hours too, he had gone to the nearest town to buy some supplies and probably grab a beer. Staying indoors for too long really wasn't Dean's thing and he certainly hadn't argued when Sam had offered to stay with Mia.

There was something about her that affected Sam; he really couldn't put his finger on it. It wasn't just physical attraction, although she was a pretty young woman. He simply felt comfortable around her, like he would have known her for much longer. A part of him had wondered if Castiel had been right, was it possible that she affected him because he was Lucifer's vessel? He would have never said that out loud to anyone, the whole thought was ridiculous. He liked her because she was a sweet young woman; there was nothing more to it. Yet he took a step towards the bed immediately when she shivered and sighed in her sleep. Walk away. He didn't, instead he leaned towards her and was about to touch her hair. He almost jumped when her eyes suddenly flew open.

"It's okay," he said quickly before he managed to frighten her. "It's just me."

"Sam?" she muttered sleepily. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no," he replied and cleared his throat, he felt ridiculous. "I… I heard you yelping and I thought… Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yes," she muttered. "But it wasn't about…the devil."

She yawned and got into a sitting position.

"How long did I sleep?"

"Few hours," he replied. "It's almost 9pm."

"Oh."

She stretched her arms and got to her feet, she was wearing a pink Minnie Mouse t-shirt and pink and white pajama pants. Surprisingly Castiel had managed to bring her clothes that fit her, thanks to some helpful saleswoman, but Sam wasn't so sure if Mia liked them, although she hadn't complained.

"I think I'll make myself a cup of tea," she said and headed to the kitchen. "Do you want one too?"

"Sure," Sam replied and followed her.

"Where's Dean?"

"He went to pick up some supplies."

"Oh, okay."

Sam sat at the small kitchen table when Mia picked up the teakettle from the cupboard, she had washed it earlier.

"Do you want something to eat?" she asked. "A sandwich?"

"You really don't have to…"

"It's no trouble," she assured. "I was planning to make one for myself."

"In that case sure, a sandwich would be nice."

She had mentioned that she wasn't much of a cook, but Sam couldn't really agree. Maybe the dishes she cooked were simple, but they were also tasty. Sam had never cooked much himself and he had eaten enough fast food to appreciate a home cooked meal.

"So, you haven't heard from Castiel?" she asked while chopping tomatoes and cucumber.

"No, not yet. Did you get any rest?"

"I guess so," she sighed. "There weren't any unwanted guest stars, only my usual nightmares."

"What kind of nightmares?" Sam asked. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

She was quiet for a brief moment before replying.

"The nightmares are usually about my mom's death."

"You mean the car accident?"

"Yes, except that it wasn't an accident," she replied calmly and placed a sandwich on a plate in front of Sam. "Here you are."

"Thanks. You mean…"

She poured some tea into two mugs.

"Floyd, my stepfather, was angry at my mom; he wanted to kill us all. Do you want milk or sugar in your tea?"

It took few seconds before Sam managed to reply.

"No, thank you. Mia…"

"It's okay," she cut in and sat down opposite him. "You don't have to say anything. I… I really don't know why I just told you that, I don't usually…"

She took a bite out of her sandwich and concentrated on stirring her tea with a spoon.

"I'm sorry," Sam said quietly. "I've lost both of my parents too."

Mia looked up.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you. So, what about your father?"

Mia shook her head.

"I don't know who he is, my mom never told me. I tried to find out his name when I was older, but I found nothing. My birth certificate says, father: unknown." She paused and sighed. "It doesn't matter, I've made it this far without a dad, I have the best brother in the world."

Sam felt a nasty sting when she mentioned her brother. He felt guilty for lying to her, despite the circumstances.

"Do you have other siblings?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Not really. I mean, I had many foster siblings, but Ollie is the only one I call family. He always looked after me when we were kids and I guess he still does." She smiled and took a sip out of her mug. "I guess I still act like a little girl sometimes, expecting him to fix all my problems. Like the thing with my jerk boss, I should have just kicked his ass."

"What thing?"

She huffed and explained how her boss had harassed her the night she had met Sam, Dean and Castiel.

"Funny, that felt like the end of the world few nights ago, but now…"

"The guy's a douche," Sam snorted. "I can kick his ass if you want."

She laughed and touched his hand.

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. You're a good guy, Sam."

"Not really," he muttered and looked at his mug.

"Yes, you are. I've met enough jerks to know."

He bit his bottom lip before looking up.

"I've done some bad things, Mia. Very bad things. You see, Lucifer…"

"Hey!" Dean's voice cut in. "What's going on here?"

"Oh hi," Mia said. "We were just having a little snack…"

"And you didn't wait for me?" Dean sighed dramatically while marching in. "I'm offended."

"I made extra sandwiches," Mia replied and waved her hand towards the kitchen countertop. "Help yourself."

"Don't mind if I do," Dean replied and grabbed the rest of the sandwiches before sitting next to Sam.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" Mia asked.

"No thanks, sweetheart. A beer would be great."

Sam rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you get your own…"

"It's no trouble," Mia cut in, she sounded amused. She picked up a beer can out of the fridge and placed it in front of Dean.

"Thanks," he said smiling charmingly.

"You're welcome. I think I'll take a quick shower."

"Sure, go ahead," Sam replied.

"What did you think you were doing?" Dean whispered as soon as Mia had gone to the bathroom.

Sam frowned.

"What?"

"I heard you; you were going to tell her everything."

"Not everything, I just…"

What, he really wasn't sure. He had just felt the urge to talk to her, tell her about his connection to Lucifer. Why, he had no idea.

"Look, Sammy," Dean sighed. "I like her, she got the bloodstains out of my favorite shirt, but we have to keep in mind that we don't know what she is."

"Yeah, I know, but…"

Sam didn't have time to finish his sentence when both he and Dean jumped to their feet. Mia was screaming.