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I slowly make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen where I am greeted by a table full of breakfast foods. It smells like bacon and cinnamon and my mouth instantly starts to water. I grab a plate and load it up with as much food as I can. Bobby laughs when he walks into the room seeing me stuffing my face.
"Hi darlin'," he gives me a hug, "sleep well?"
"Actually, yes. Those pain pills they gave me really knocked me out. Where is everyone?" I look into the living room but don't see Sam or Dean.
"Dean's doing something to the car and Sam is sitting outside." He points towards the back door. As I glance at the back door my mind goes back to last night and I replay our conversation for the millionth time. Then reality comes back to me when I hear Bobby,
"Earth to Maddy, did you hear me?"
"H-huh? What? N-no what did you say?" I stammer.
"How are you feeling?" he looks suspicious.
I regain my composure, "Oh, yeah I feel okay. Moving around helps a little. I think I'll go see what everyone is up to outside."
Bobby nods as I make my way to the door and open it. Sam is sitting with his laptop at an old picnic table that has peeling red paint. He glances up when he hears me approach and a smile spreads across his face. I lower myself onto the seat and groaned a little when my stitches pull.
I let out a breath, "So… about last night. I am so sorry that I sprang all of that on you without any warning." I give a sheepish grin.
Sam runs his hand through his hair, "I was actually planning on telling you my feelings when I walked into the room, but you beat me to it." He laughs at my shocked expression but then turns serious, "When I saw you slumped over in that cabin I realized that I can't imagine my life without you."
I smile as wide as I can, "After spending this last year together; being together 24/7, sharing beds, etc. I kind of forgot that we weren't dating." I blush a little, "I have always felt drawn to you because of your kindness and reliability, I – I really like that, and you."
He reaches across the table and grabs my hand and rubs circles on it with his thumb.
"Does this mean I can do this now whenever I want?" as he leans across the table and kisses me lightly, leaving my head spinning. I am lost in the moment until my side bumps against the table and I let out a small yelp. He pulls back and looks at me with confusion and panic.
I laugh, "Sorry, bumped against the table. For a moment I forgot about the slashes in my stomach." I take some deep breaths to calm the burning pain. I brush the hair out of his face and kiss him once more before cautiously standing,
"I feel better when I'm walking around so I'll go see what Dean is up to." He smiles at me as I walk away.
I walk around the side of the house and towards the garage area. I enter the garage, clutching my throbbing side and walk over to where Dean is leaning under the hood of the car. He glances over at me, "Hey, kid." One really nice thing about Dean is that he doesn't like all the gushy conversation, so once he sees that I am alive and walking upright. he doesn't ask how I am feeling. I sit slowly onto a nearby stool and watch him work. It's oddly soothing, watching him work on the Impala.
Dean breaks the silence, "So what's up with you and Sam?"
This catches me off guard, "W-what do you mean?"
He chuckles slightly, "He was smiling like an idiot after he left your room last night and acted exactly like you did just now when I asked him about it."
He smiles at my stunned expression and pushes my shoulder, "I'm on your side, so if he hurts you I'll kill him. I don't care if he's my brother, you're more fun to have around."
This makes me laugh, "Thanks. It's just the beginning of something, but I think there might be something there."
"It took you two long enough." He smiles at my confused expression, "Sam was smitten with you the second he saw you. Bobby and I have been waiting for him to make a move for months."
I think back on the past few months, all the stolen glances and shared looks we gave each other. Every time he gave me his jacket or held the door open for me. Wow, we really were blind and just having a good time together.
"Yeah," I admit, "I guess we were pretty oblivious." I think about the past year and feel sentimental, "I don't think I say it enough, but I am so grateful for everything you two have done for me." I look down at the floor, "This has been the best year ever, I'm glad you let Sam convince you to let me join you guys."
He looks over at me and lets his guard down for a second, but he is back to the hardcore Dean again before I can blink, "Bleh, no chick flick moments please." He goes back to working on the car, but I can faintly hear him say, "It didn't take too much convincing though, you were awesome I couldn't let that get away."
I decide not to torture him anymore and make my way back to the house. I sit down to watch some TV because my side is starting to really hurt. Bobby is sitting at his desk flipping through books, marking certain pages and writing things on a notepad.
"Hey, what are you researching?" I ask him, trying to see the names of the books from the couch.
He closes the book and sighs, "There's been a string of demon possessions and other problems around this area. I have been trying to figure out a better way to stop the problems, other than just hoping we find them." He rubs his hands across his face and gets up to go to the kitchen. Sam and Dean come inside and join him at the table. They chat aimlessly while I watch the news with drooping eyelids.
Just as I am about to fall asleep, all of the windows in the living room explode inward, showering me with broken glass. I am about to get up when suddenly a woman appears in front of me, her eyes turning black. She grabs me by the neck and throws me across the room where my shoulders and head crack painfully against the wall, not to mention pull my stitches. Blood starts pouring out of my lip where I accidentally bit it and my vision starts to blur from the pain.
Sam, Dean, and Bobby spring into action shooting at her, but she simply stands there completely unharmed.
"I heard you were looking for me." She confidently states.
She tries to lunge at Bobby but hits an invisible wall "What the-" she starts.
"Guess you didn't think about the idea of me having a devils trap." Bobby says to her.
The demon looks up at the devil's trap painted on the ceiling. She screams with frustration and tries to break free.
My head starts to droop as I slump against the wall, holding my aching stitches. Sam and Dean rush over to see if I'm okay.
"Take her into the basement boys, the medical stuff is down there. I have this covered." Bobby says in our direction.
They lift me up, one on each side of me, and help me stumble down the stairs into the panic room. They set me down as the room starts to spin, "Ohhh," I groan, "make the room stop moving."
Sam starts to clean the cut on my forehead with a washcloth while Dean picks glass out of my arm. "Wow, you're really a magnet for monsters these days." Dean states with a laugh.
"I'm glad this is amusing for you." I try to act serious but can't hold in my laughter, "This isn't funny, I guess I'm in shock." I laugh harder, "What are the odds of a demon busting through your window?"
"For you, apparently much greater." Sam says, not hiding his worry well.
We can hear Bobby saying the exorcism chant and hear the demon scream in response. The boys finish cleaning me up and I pull my shirt up to assess the damage to my stitches. One or two stitches pulled a little, but the wounds were healing so it wasn't that big of a deal. I use a washcloth to clean up the excess blood and then put a fresh bandage over it.
"Glad all my stitches didn't rip out." I say to Sam who sits to my left.
"Me too, because I didn't want to have to stitch you back up." Sam says. He kisses my forehead and puts his arm around me, while I lean into him.
"Okay, gross." Dean says, "I'm going to go see if Bobby needs any help." He leaves the room, pulling his gun out just in case.
I look up at Sam, "We live a crazy life when a lady throws me across the room and we consider that just a 'day at the office.'"
Sam laughs, "Yeah, but can you imagine doing anything else?" His mind seems to wander then, as he thinks about what his life could be like without hunting. I grab his hand and he looks over at me.
"I like being able to touch you like this." I smile at him.
"Me too." He responds before kissing me deeply and passionately.
We hear Dean and Bobby talking upstairs so we decide it's safe to go up now. Sam grabs my hand and helps me climb the stairs; it feels good to hold his hand.