Chapter 11

Almost normal

Mia sighed when she felt someone carrying her, she was still half asleep.

"Where…where are you taking me?" she muttered sleepily. She didn't know who was carrying her, but for some reason she felt safe, as strange as that was.

"To the bed," Sam's voice replied. "You'll be more comfortable there."

Her mind was hazy, but she tried to open her eyes.

"Sam?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

She blinked sleepily and tried to unsuccessfully raise her head that was leaning on his shoulder. His arms weren't shaking or anything like that, but she felt embarrassed.

"You really don't have to carry me," she murmured. "I'm not that light."

"I think I can manage," he replied, he sounded amused.

Gently he laid her down on the bed, leaning over her while supporting himself with one knee on the mattress.

"Go back to sleep," he said, his fingers brushed softly over her cheek. The gesture made her to force her eyes open and look at him. He was smiling, just like he had before, but the look in his eyes was somehow different. She couldn't really explain it, but it made her feel strange. Warm. That made absolutely no sense. He was still positioned above her, but he wasn't touching her. She had never been in this kind of situation before, but she didn't find his closeness in any way intimidating. In fact, she wanted him to come closer; she wanted to feel him… Her heart was beating like a drum and she was breathing faster when his gaze was becoming more and more intense. His eyes… There was something strange about them… For a second she could have sworn that they were black. Slowly he leaned closer and was just about to touch her when a loud voice snapped them both out of it.

"You keep your hands to yourself, boy, or I'll shove them where the sun doesn't shine!" a male voice snapped. "Same to you, wing boy!"

Sam stood up as quickly as he could; he looked just as confused as Mia. A faint flush was rising in her cheeks, she had no idea what had just happened. Was she losing her mind? Somehow she managed to pull herself together faster than he did.

"Who's that?" she asked, her voice sounded almost normal. She really didn't want to talk about what had just happened. It seemed that Sam was feeling the same way.

"What? Oh, that's Bobby, our friend. We…we thought that it would be the best to bring him here with us after the whole…fake phone call thing."

"He doesn't sound very pleased," Mia stated.

The corners of Sam's mouth were twitching and he cleared his throat before replying.

"Yeah, you could say that."

Mia certainly wasn't tired anymore; she got into the sitting position and touched her hair.

"I must look like a mess," she muttered. "I wasn't prepared to…"

"No, no, you look very nice," Sam cut in. "I mean…"

"Thanks."

They were both quiet for a brief moment before she stood up. She couldn't help but to feel nervous, Sam's friend sounded to be in a very bad mood. Loud men had always frightened her, mostly because of Floyd. Her mind associated shouting with fear and violence. That was probably one of the reasons why she had problems letting anyone too close, she couldn't really handle conflicts and unfortunately those were unavoidable in any relationship. Still she managed to stay calm when she walked towards the door. Sam was right behind her, he didn't say anything. Dean and Castiel were in the living room with Bobby. Mia had to admit that she was a little surprised when she saw the man who was probably in his fifties; he was sitting in the wheelchair.

"I don't need any help…" he was just saying when he noticed Mia.

"Hi," she said as politely as she could.

"Bobby, Mia, Mia, Bobby," Dean introduced them, he seemed tense and tired.

"Hey," Bobby said, he was observing Mia closely. She suspected that he knew about the mark, Sam had told her that he was a hunter like him and Dean. None of them spoke for a while; Dean was the one who broke the awkward silence.

"So, I guess we need to make some new sleeping arrangements now," he stated grinning and looked at Mia. "Two of us will have to share a bed."

Until now Mia has had one bedroom for herself while Sam and Dean have had the other bedroom and the sofa. She had said that she could sleep in the sofa, but they had been too polite to agree to that. Not that she was complaining, she truly appreciated a little privacy.

"Well," Bobby huffed and glanced at Dean. "I hope you don't snore, boy, I need my beauty sleep. And I like to sleep naked."

Dean's expression almost made Mia burst into laughter.

"It's fine," she said after she managed to speak. "I can sleep in a sleeping bag or something…"

"No," Sam cut in. "We'll work something out; you'll sleep in the bed."

"It's nice to see that there's at least one gentleman around here," Bobby stated. "I hate to think what the poor girl has been through with you idjits."

Mia couldn't help but smile, she was really starting to like this man.

"Would you like something to eat or drink, sir?" she asked. "Maybe a cup of coffee?"

"Yeah, sounds good. And it's Bobby."

"Okay, sure." She paused and looked at Sam and Dean. "How about you?"

"Well, I would kill for a cup of coffee and a bacon sandwich," Dean responded. "Or maybe two. Or three."

Sam rolled his eyes, but Mia had no problem making sandwiches, she always felt calmer when she had some task to perform. That was probably one of the reasons behind her cleaning obsession; she had always had problems to simply sit around doing nothing, she quickly became restless.

"Okay."

"I'll come and help you," Sam said.

"You don't have to do that…"

"I want to."

She hesitated a brief moment before looking at him, fearing that things would be awkward after what had happened. Strangely she didn't feel awkward at all and neither did he; at least she didn't think so. Still she had no intention to bring the whole thing up, how could she when she couldn't even explain to herself what exactly have happened. From the corner of her eye she noticed Castiel staring at Sam, but she didn't find that weird, the angel had a habit of staring at people. Sam was smiling at her; he looked like his normal self. Everything was perfectly normal.