prompt: accusation
fandom: Superwho
"Just tell me. You owe me that much."
"Tell you what, Sam?"
"Are you…are you…" he couldn't finish. His throat felt like it was trapped in a vise. He didn't know how to say it. He just wanted her to know what he meant.
He wanted to stop pretending, to stop wondering how she felt about him. He felt like he was in high school all over again, only this time he knew that he really loved her. But it had been so long since he had said it to anybody. It had been so hard, since Jess. And now all he wanted was to grab her by the shoulders and tell her he'd do anything—anything—for her.
But he couldn't. He wouldn't. Not if she belonged to someone else.
He breathed in through his nose slowly, steadying himself. He had one arm braced against the counter in Bobby's kitchen. He couldn't make himself meet Martha's gaze where she sat at the table, though he was sure she probably thought he was going crazy. So he just said it.
"Are you in love with Dean?"
Penny in the air.
When the silence was too much, he glanced up. She was staring at him, the strangest expression on her face. Almost as if she hadn't heard him. And he started to panic. His face was becoming exceedingly warm, and he wanted to duck out of the room and never come back ever again.
Then she was moving, pushing back her chair and crossing to him in one fluid motion. Her hands found his, her breath on his face, then her lips crashed into his, almost painfully, and they were melded. He felt like he was fumbling, but then his arms circled her waist, and her hand was tangled in the hair at the back of his head. When she pulled away for air, he wasn't ready.
"You complete idiot," she breathed, "why would you think that?"
He shook his head. "I don't know. I just…the way you two talk to each other. It just…"
"Shhh…" she kissed him softly. "You're insane," she laughed, and she met his eyes gently. "But I love you anyway. Took you long enough to ask me, though."
"I didn't want to…"
She cut him off, nestling her head under his chin and cementing him in a firm embrace. "I know, Sam. I know."
They stood like that for a while. Sam didn't know what had happened, but he didn't really care. Martha was safe in his arms and he wasn't going to let her go any time soon.