Dean and Sam butt heads...Jenny gets pissed at both of them...Sam ends in not so well terms with Samantha...along with a very much unexpected visitor for Sam... what next?!? lol
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Sam met up with Dean and Jenny at the motel late that night, with a surprised Dean asking him why in the world he had passed up the perfect chance to get laid after "the kid" had gone to sleep. Sam had rolled his eyes and told him that it wasn't going to be like that. Samantha was a really nice girl and he respected her too much to just play for one night. To which Dean had responded to suit himself, but to not expect to stay there and live an apple pie life, because they had a job to do. Before long, Sam and Dean had ended up on a sour note, with Dean telling him that if he really wanted something serious with this girl that it was practically impossible because he also had to think of Samuel. To which Sam had responded that he wasn't any "freaking crusader", that couldn't try to live as much as a normal life as possible.
"What are you gonna do, Sam?" Dean asked in irritation, for once speaking sense. "Stuff the kid in your back pocket and hope Samantha doesn't mind spending the rest of her life going from crappy motel to crappy motel?"
"Jenny doesn't mind," Sam persisted stubbornly.
"Jenny didn't have a freaking kid when we met!" Dean spat. "It was just the two of us!"
Jenny opened her eyes wide, worried that it might get out of hand. After all, they were both tired and overwrought. Maybe they should just go to neutral corners until they had blown off some steam. Taking a step toward them she started, "Uh guys, maybe it would be better to talk about this la—"
"You keep outta this!" Dean and Sam said in unison.
"This is between the two of us," Dean added, as he glared at Sam whose nostrils were flaring already.
Jenny rolled her eyes. Fine… she huffed to herself as she sat back down on her chair in the corner of the room. Who am I to get in the way of testosterone, anyway? They can go ahead and kill themselves for all I care…
"This is my life, Dean," Sam grated. "It's my decision to make, not yours. You can't be like Dad who thought he could run everybody's lives!"
Dean squared his jaw, quite angry by now. "Will you stop that?!" he hissed. "You don't have to drag Dad in every time you can't get what you want, Sam!" He stopped to catch his breath before continuing. "And that's another thing. It's not just your life we're taking about. We're talking about Samantha's and Samuel's too!"
"Then its Samantha's decision…not yours!" Sam's lips quivered in anger.
"Aw, give me a fudging break, Sam! You mean to tell me you don't think it's the least bit selfish to drag two innocent people into this messy hunter's life of ours?" Dean yelled in exasperation. "You think can live with knowing that you took an innocent kid into a life he didn't have to grow up in, when he could have a normal life and not have to worry about anything except what flavor ice cream he wants to get for supper!?"
"Oh…you know what, Dean? I mean…really?" Sam shook his head and shoved away a chair that was nearby. "Since when do you care so much about others? How about all those times you leave on a hunt and you don't take Jenny with you? How do you think she feels when she's left in a motel all alone?"
Jenny took a sharp intake of breath, and her lips quivered. She wished Sam hadn't brought that that into this mess. That was one sore point between both her and Dean. Sometimes when Dean was afraid of her getting hurt in a hunt, he would up and leave secretly at night and pay off a month's rent at the motel so she could stay there till he came back from the hunt. Which she wouldn't have minded so much since she knew he did it out of fear for her safety…but she hated the fact that he never told her when he was going to leave. It made her feel left out and unwanted, even by Dean.
Dean stiffened and his upper lip curled into disgust. Really…Sam knew better than to bring that into this argument. He felt the blood mount to his head…Sam could be so pigheaded at times…
WHAM! In a blink of an eye, Dean's fist had made direct contact with Sam's face, making Sam's head snap to the side.
Jenny stood up in shock, scared of seeing the brothers actually fight. She had already seen them fight one other time, and it had not been pretty. "Dean, no! Please don't!" she screeched as she hesitated about getting too close.
Which was probably just as good because Sam didn't think twice about retaliating with a good resounding punch on Dean's jaw. Dean staggered a step back, but after shaking the dizziness away, he shoved Sam hard against the wall, making Sam shove Dean back. After shaving each other back and forth a couple of times, Dean somehow lost his balance and tripped, hitting his head on the edge of a piece of furniture, making Jenny cry out and rush to Dean's side. She gasped as she saw some blood squirt out of the cut on the back of his head.
"Oh, Dean, you're hurt!" she wrung her hands and gingerly tried to check the wound with a gentle hand.
Embarrassed at having gotten bettered by his kid brother, however, Dean tried to shoo her attentions off and to get up. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he grated out gruffly. He got back up on his own two feet, but somehow the floor seemed to reel slightly, making him shake his head, trying to shake off the dizziness away.
Sam opened his mouth to say something, but this time Jenny had had enough. She glared at Sam and waved her hand at him. "Just look at you!" she cried as she saw that Sam's lip was bleeding. She rolled her eyes. "You two make me sick! Instead of talking things over like reasonable adults, you have to kill each other first!"
Sam and Dean looked at each other in defiance, neither one of them willing to give in just yet. The only reason they didn't lunge at each other again was because Jenny had situated herself in the middle of them, making them hesitate about shoving her away. Sam was afraid of Dean killing him for sure if he touched his girl, and Dean was afraid of Jenny killing him if he tried to move her himself. As a result, they both just stood there, glaring at each other like a pair of spoilt children.
"Just go, Sam," Jenny hissed in irritation, pointing to the motel room door. "Maybe tomorrow when you're both in a more reasonable mood we can talk this over like mature adults."
Not having anything else to say, Sam turned his heel and slammed the door behind him, but not before muttering, "Screw you," to Dean.
"Yeah?" Dean huffed. "Right back at ya' doll face!"
***
"Ah!" Dean cried out in pain as Jenny applied something to clean up the wound on his head. It stung something furious, and Dean didn't need anything else to make him even more pissed off. "Stop that!" He shooed her hand away and he rubbed his eyes, suddenly feeling tired. "Just leave me be…I'm fine…" he grumbled as he started to lie on the bed, but Jenny pulled him back up shaking her head vigorously.
"No, Dean, you can't go to sleep just yet," she informed him coolly.
"Says who?" Dean huffed irritably. Man, talk about a splitting head ache.
"Me—" she started but was cut up abruptly.
"Yeah? You and what army?"
"Will you shut up and listen, you retard?" Jenny spat out. "You can't go to sleep because hitting yourself in the back of the head is dangerous. You have to wait two hours, just to be on the safe side," she explained, having read up some about the matters involved in basic injuries.
Dean grimaced. "You gotta be freaking kidding me…"
"Of course none of this would have happened if you two stooges wouldn't have started dishing out knuckle sandwiches," she added sarcastically. "You could have just talked it out like two reasonable adults, but no, you have to—" she gasped as Dean's mouth suddenly covered her own in a hard kiss. Experienced as he was, it wasn't long before Dean had her melting into the kiss, easing out all of the tension in her body. Releasing her a few seconds later, Jenny blinked and looked at him with slight confusion. "What was that for?" she asked somewhat dazed, still soaring after that kiss.
"That's one way to make you stop nagging," he retorted as he made a face at her.
That did it. Jenny was sick and tired of Dean and his stupidity. "Fine," Jenny replied in a dangerously sweet voice. "You want to know what I think of you? Well, go to hell Dean! That's what I think—" but once more was cut off by Dean's lips over her own. She shoved him away on annoyance and started heading toward the door, but Dean moved in lightning like speed and grabbing onto her arm, he swung her into his chest, with a very pissed off Jenny fuming and kicking all the way. "You're not going to get off that easy, you retard!" Jenny wheezed out as she balled her hands into tiny fists and hit his arms with as much strength as was in her, but Dean only smiled.
"You know…that doesn't even hurt a bit," he remarked casually, no longer pissed, but by now highly amused.
"Oh!" Jenny fumed. "I hate you!" she spat out, her hands against his chest, trying to shove him away, but of course Dean would keep her safely entangled in his arms with a vice like grip.
"Oh, babe…but I like you…" he drawled out seductively.
Jenny glared at him, giving up her struggle for the moment at least. "Oh, you think you're so cute, don't you?"
Dean smirked. "I think I'm adorable."
Jenny looked at him, her jaw set. For a full half of a minute she just looked at him, making Dean wonder if she was thinking of stabbing him in the night. "You know what I hate most about you?" she finally asked sulkily.
Dean quirked up an eyebrow…Uh…maybe I don't really want to know… He inhaled sharply. "What?" he asked cautiously.
"You always end up having your way, Dean…it's not fair," she pouted, furious at herself for melting in his arms already, like she always ended up doing when Dean pulled these stunts off. Which were quite often.
Dean felt like laughing in her face, but not wanting to ruin what he had already accomplished he wisely choked it back and slackened his arms around her a bit, to make her more comfortable. Then he ran one hand down her back ever so gently, knowing Jenny loved it when he did that.
"Oh Dean, stop," she muttered, not sounding even half convincing. She didn't think Dean deserved being forgiven yet. But she didn't move either.
"What?" Dean asked innocently as he slowly moved his hand up her back and down again, his other hand on the back of her head, intertwining his hand in her black tresses. Hearing her moan as he rubbed her back, he whispered in her ear huskily, "That?" in reference to his current pastime. He kissed her lips gently, and smiled as he saw Jenny close her eyes despite herself. Then he trailed her neck with kisses, making Jenny grab onto his shirt and pull herself closer, despite herself.
"Dean, you're a pain in the ass," she complained, as she realized how Dean intended on spending his next two hours.
Dean chuckled and kissed her on the mouth again. "Come on," he wheedled as he engulfed both his arms around her this time and lifted her an inch or two from the floor, making Jenny cry out in surprise. She always did when he did that, making him laugh. "I'll make it worth your while," he bargained as he kissed her shoulder and devoted his entire attention on her, making Jenny gasp once more.
Jenny giggled despite herself, her previous anger well forgotten. Kissing Dean back, she lifted an eyebrow seductively and lowered her voice playfully. "I still think you're a retard," she informed him as she laughed while Dean threw both of them onto the bed.
Caring less, Dean shrugged. "As long as you kiss me you can call me whatever you like."
***
Next morning, Dean strutted over to Sam's room and rubbed his temples as he pursed his lips. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but thinking better of it, first stepped aside, in case Sam swung at him when opening the door. Finally positioning himself in what he considered a safe vantage spot, he stretched and tapped on the door smartly. About a minute later, Sam opened it, with a dull expression.
"Good morning, sunshine," Dean tried with an idiotic grin which only made Sam roll his eyes.
"What do you want, Dean."
"Uh…well, I was looking for—"
"And if you tell me just one more time that you were looking for a beer I swear I'll slug you," Sam interrupted, obviously in no mood for stupidity that morning.
Dean frowned, as if surprised that Sam had known what he was going to say. He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it again as he scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. Finally, "Sheesh, what was in your coffee this morning?" Dean shrugged and stuck his hands inside his leather jacket's pockets. "A guy can't even drop by and wish you a good morning without you snapping his head off."
Sam exhaled, and leaning against the door told Dean to just tell him what he what he really wanted and get it over with for God's sake.
"All right…all right," Dean replied. "I was just thinking—"
"New one for you."
Dean glared at him. "Whatever, smart ass." He huffed and continued. "I was just thinking that maybe you and Samantha should talk it out and uh…well…you know…maybe you guys can work something out." Dean tried to smirk and punched Sam playfully on the shoulder giving him a mischievous wink in an attempt of Dean-like humor. "I mean…you'll never know unless you try, right?"
Sam looked at Dean with no expression whatsoever, making Dean wonder if he had even listened to him at all.
"Well?" prompted Dean seeing Sam seemed in no hurry to respond.
"Wait a minute…let me see if I get this straight…are you trying to say you were wrong?" Sam looked at Dean with surprise. He knew Dean well enough to know that this was his roundabout way to apologize for being harsh and swinging at him first last night.
Dean tilted his head and frowned, as if rethinking of rephrasing what he had just said. "Uh…"
"No, you know what…never mind…it doesn't matter anymore." He rolled his eyes and looked at Dean through squinted eyes as a sudden thought came to his mind. Looking Dean up and down, he muttered, "Man, Jenny must have done a good job with you last night." Sam couldn't figure out any other reason for Dean to have gotten so mellow and chummy magically overnight.
"Hey," Dean protested.
"Look, I appreciate you coming over just to say that," Sam continued sarcastically, "But it doesn't matter anymore because I had already made up my mind to talk to her anyway."
Dean brightened up at that. "You gonna go get some action going?" he smirked.
"No," Sam replied to Dean's surprise. "You were right, Dean. I don't know what got into me last night."
"What?!" This was definitely not what Dean had expected.
"I mean it, Dean. This life is no life to offer to a girl…especially somebody like Samantha…she deserves something more than this crappy hunting life." Sam stopped, his eyes suddenly looking wistful and sad.
Dean said nothing, his eyes brooding and thoughtful.
***
"Sam," Samantha greeted him as she opened the door of her house. "Come in," she added, her eyes brightening up at the sight of him.
Carefully avoiding her eyes, Sam gulped and entered her house, simply standing near the entrance. Seeing him look at the floor, Samantha opened her eyes widely in slight surprise. Crossing her arms across her chest, she looked at him inquiringly, and smiled hopefully at him.
"You want to sit down a while or something?" she asked.
"Uh no…that's fine really."
She tilted her head, wondering what was wrong. Suddenly things felt…well…awkward… "Did you have lunch already? I have some real good leftover pie from this morning," she tried once more.
"No, Samantha, I'm good." He paused and finally turned to look at her, his eyes serious. "Actually, it would probably be better for both of us if I just got down to the point."
Samantha squinted, not getting why Sam looked so dry all of a sudden…so unlike the Sam she had said goodnight to only last night. True, he hadn't kissed her or anything, like she had thought he might, but she hadn't really cared. She kept telling herself that taking things slowly was good too. She didn't exactly want to rush into anything, especially since she now had Samuel to think about too.
"Ok," she finally replied quietly, Sam's moodiness dampening her spirits considerably.
"I came to say goodbye," he blurted out.
Samantha looked at him in shock. "Uh…ok…you and your brother have another case, right?"
Sam bit his lip. "I guess you could say that."
"So…I'll be seeing you after that…right?" She so was not getting Sam in this strange mood of his.
Sam didn't answer. Then he pulled on a blank expression, determined to not express any emotion. "Look, Samantha this was all a mistake…I shouldn't have let you and Samuel get attached to me…I gave you all the wrong idea."
"Sam…what are you talking about?" Her mouth quivered.
"I'm talking about the fact that this…this whole relationship thing with me can never work out."
Samantha felt like a fool. Maybe she had read things wrong the entire time. "I don't remember ever mentioning having a relationship with you," she huffed, bent on not being made a fool. After all, it was true. They HAD spent all day yesterday together, but they hadn't as of yet used the word "relationship". If that was the way Sam wanted to play it, well…Samantha figured two could play that game.
Sam staggered back, not exactly having expected that from her. "Well…good…so…we're just friends, right?" He paused, partially relieved. Maybe "breaking" up with her was going to go a lot smoother than he thought. "No hard feelings?"
So that was it…he was going to pull out the "friendship" card on her. Samantha smiled charmingly. "But of course…why would there be hard feelings?"
"Ok…perfect…" Sam hesitated, wishing suddenly that the carpet would swallow him up. "Well, I just wanted to stop by and say goodbye before we left…we're leaving in a day or two, at the most," he explained. He too suddenly felt hurt, not believing that she seemed so cool with the whole thing. It wasn't exactly that he had expected her to beg him to stay…but…he hadn't expected her to act like there was nothing between them either. He felt the color mount to his cheeks.
"Will I be seeing you again?" she asked stiffly despite herself.
Sam played with his shoe, drawing circles in the floor. "Uh, I don't know … I mean…with a job like ours well…you just can't ever really know…you know what I mean?"
Samantha's lips formed a tight line. "Oh yes…I understand perfectly."
Sam pursed his lips. Well…nothing left to say…may as well leave… "Ok, well…goodbye then." He nodded at her and closed the door behind him. He had hardly had a second to clear his head, when the sound of a slamming door reached his ear. He turned to see a very pissed off looking Samantha slamming the door behind her and striding over to him, until she was directly on front of him in her front yard.
"You know what, the hell with the bullshit of the act that you just gave me!" she practically yelled at him as she jutted her forefinger into his chest, making Sam open his eyes wide in surprise. "If you have something to say to me, say it damn it!"
"Now what's that supposed to mean?" Sam countered, still not sure what to respond.
"It means just what it freaking sounds like, pretty boy," she spat. "Don't you pull the "friendship" card on me just because you're too much of a coward to tell me what you feel for me."
Sam exhaled like he had a habit of doing when he was tense and looked at the ground for a second before looking back up into her eyes. "Look, Samantha…the fact is you know this could never work. I mean, Dean and I have a job to do…we didn't exactly have a choice about it…we we're born into this crappy job, and now we have to stick it through—"
"So? You still manage… Why can't I manage it too?"
"You don't know what you're talking about, Samantha," Sam cut in almost harshly. Spreading out his arms in that mannerism of his when he was talking from his heart, he said, "I mean, Dean and I spend our lives going on from crappy motel to crappier motel…we kill all kinds of horrible things that most people don't even believe in anyway…we don't get paid…we don't get thanked…that's not the kind of life you want for you and Samuel!"
"Isn't that my decision to make? I mean…we could figure something out, Sam…if you really wanted this, we could do it…" her voice died down as a new thought hit her. Her eyes flashing she took a step backwards in disgust. "But maybe you don't want this. Maybe you think it's not worth all the hard work…is that it?"
"No, Samantha, you have it all wrong…" Sam said in exasperation. God…how could he make her understand? "Look, I've lost people I love in this job. I lost my mom to some freaking yellow eyed demon…I lost my dad …Jess is gone…and I don't want to go through that again!"
Samantha rolled her eyes. "So that's it…" she muttered to herself. Samantha looked him square in the eye. "Just how long have you been feeling sorry for yourself, Sam?"
"What!?" Sam breathed out, his chest heaving up and down in emotion.
"How long have you been having this pity party going on?" she asked taking a step closer. "Did it start with Jess? Or was it when your mom and dad died?" Overwrought with emotion, she lowered her voice, struggling to keep it in check. "You didn't come here to break up with me because you thought that was the best for me and Samuel. You came to break up with me because you thought that was the best thing for you."
Sam blinked in surprise. His throat suddenly felt dry, as he realized that there was more truth to her words than he wanted to admit. Lowering his voice to a husky whisper, Sam blinked to keep back an unruly tear that fought to make its way down his cheek. "You don't know what it's like to loose everything you have…you don't know what its like to go through life wishing you could change your life with anyone…even the worker at the gas station…anything that would be even relatively close to normal!" He paused and gulped down a sob. Squaring his chin, he added stubbornly, "I'm not going to go through that again…I can't."
Samantha closed her eyes. She could feel her eyes stinging, as the hot tears formed. Despite her best effort, they would make their way out and trickle down her already red cheeks. She breathed in and finally opened her eyes, her wet eyelashes drooping as she locked her blue eyes with Sam's brown ones.
"Well," she whispered sadly. "Looks like you already made up your mind."
***
24 hours later…
"Dean, would you open the damn door already!?" Sam swore. He was standing outside of Dean's motel room and although he had already knocked twice, Dean still hadn't opened it. "What the hell is taking you so—"he was cut up abruptly as the door suddenly swung open. His jaw sagged open in surprise at the visitor who had opened the door instead of Dean.
"Isn't it too early in the morning to be swearing already?" Bobby barked at him. He jabbed his thumb toward the inside of the room, motioning at him to go inside. Closing the door behind him he added, "And close your mouth, boy."
Sam shook his head, trying to register the fact that the old hunter son of a gun was indeed there. He hadn't been expecting him and he still couldn't get over the way the man always managed to pop in when least expected. It was a gift, all right. "Bobby," he finally said in acknowledgment.
"Well, at least I know your tongue still's working…if nothing else is," was the crisp response.
Sam looked to Dean who was sitting on the bed nearby with pursed lips back to Bobby. Apparently Jenny wasn't there…he wondered briefly where she was, but didn't really stop to think about it. He smiled, suddenly happy to see the familiar face. Bobby was like the father Dean and he had never had, and his brief and unexpected visits were always a bright spot in their lives.
"Bobby, it's so nice to see you…what brings you over here?" he stuffed his hands in his front jean pockets automatically.
"Dean called me and told me that you were making a fool out of yourself, that's what brings me over here," he answered brusquely.
"Dean called you?" Sam looked in annoyance at his brother, but Dean seemed to be too interested in the design of the wallpaper to notice his glare. He looked back at Bobby. "What did he call you for?"
"He told me that you were acting like a bitch, and asked me to come down here and beat some sense into that moldy brain of yours."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Oh great, so I can't even have a little privacy because Dean always has to open his big mouth and talk about my personal problems to anybody who will listen. Look," he smiled sarcastically, "thanks for driving all the way over here just to give me a free soul searching session, but I think I'll pass."
Bobby blinked in surprise and shook his head at Dean. "Man, this is worse than I thought," he muttered to himself. Then turning to Dean he frowned and commented to him, "Do you realize he sounded just like you?"
"I told you," was Dean sole reply as he shrugged, in a "I rest my case" kind of tone.
"Look, I get that you two worry about me and want the best for me, but this is my life and it's my decision…not yours…and most definitely not Deans," Sam said, more irritated than he cared to admit.
"I think you forgot to mention what Samantha has to say about it," Dean put in dryly.
"Look, I already talked to her and explained everything to her." He paused and looked at Dean and Bobby in askance. "What is this anyway?! I don't have to convince either of you that I made the right choice for us."
"Yeah…right," Dean muttered.
"And that's another thing," Sam huffed. "Since when are you so crazy about the whole pairing up with Samantha thing? Last time I checked, you made it pretty clear that you thought I was a selfish bastard for wanting to have a 'semi normal' life with a girl," he spat out at Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes. "You're such a girl, sometimes."
"Shut up, Dean—"
"No, you listen—" Dean interrupted as he stood up from his stance on the bed and shoved Sam.
"Shut your trap the both of you!" Bobby hollered at them, as he stayed calmly in his place, where he had crossed his arms and rested against the wall. "Look at you two…how old are you…three?" He shook his head in disgust at the pair.
Dean and Sam looked at each other in defiance, but they stayed put, too used to obeying Bobby when he used that tone of voice.
"Dean, you're a pain in the ass," Bobby informed Dean coolly, making Sam give Dean a "I told you so" look. "I don't know how Jenny puts up with you. She has more brains than you ever had."
Dean huffed, but said nothing.
"And you, Sam…" Bobby came on to him, "You're worse than a bitch PMS'ing for the first time."
"Ha!" Dean pointed his index finger at Sam, who slapped it away.
"You don't understand, Bobby," Sam started, determined to be heard out. "I can't have a relationship with Samantha…it would never work…I've lost too many people in this job and I don't want to go through that again."
Dean dropped his eyes to the floor, suddenly quiet.
"And it's not just that," Sam continued, well worked out by now. "I was honest with her…hell…I told her everything…what we do…I even told her about Jess…I thought she would understand that I couldn't have a relationship with her, but she didn't even try to understand." His eyes flashed, as he remembered how Samantha had accused him of having an eternal pity party. His chest heaved, and he tried to choke back the beginning of a sob.
The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. Dean carefully avoided Sam's eyes, and Bobby…well…Bobby just looked at Sam. Then…
"Aw, are your feelings hurt, princess? I'm so sorry…" Bobby drawled out, sarcasm dripping off every word.
Definitely not having expected that in response, Sam's head bobbed up directly and his eyes met with Bobby's in surprise, if not offense. For his part, Dean simply looked from Bobby to Sam, but refrained from making any comments. He figured Bobby had the floor now, and needed no help from him.
"News flash, Sam, you don't have to wait for things to be rose picture perfect to figure out if this girl is the woman of your life. What are you going to do?! Just sit around and wish on some damn star?! Think happy thoughts?" He jabbed his forefinger in Sam's chest.
Sam looked down at him, with something akin to a stupid if not down right idiotic expression, as Bobby's words started to sink in.
But Bobby was too busy blowing off steam to care whether or not Sam was heeding to his words. "I could throttle you!" he hissed at him, fully pissed of by now and he shoved Sam brusquely. "You think Jenny and Dean had it easy? You think it's been one big piece of apple pie all the way? Hell, no! They hollered at each other every five freakin' minutes, Dean's gotten his ass kicked by Jenny more times than he can count , and they shed tears of blood all along the freakin' way, but they did it together!" He stopped, not just because he was out of breath, but mostly because he didn't really have anything else to say.
Dean looked at Bobby as if to make sure he was done talking then nodding to himself, he turned to Sam and observed brightly, "He does have a point."
"Thank you, Oprah…I'll keep that in mind," Sam muttered in reply to Dean, not caring to say anything else at this point.
***
It was about an hour since Sam had "butted heads" with Bobby, which had ended up with Bobby giving him a bear hug, much to his surprise. He had gently patted him on the shoulder and told him to think about what he said.
"You're Dad was a great man…but he let his anger and self pity change him into something Mary never wanted him to be. Don't be like your Dad who let his hate eat him up," Bobby had pleaded. "You're not like your Dad…you can do better than that."
Sam had nodded quietly and excused himself quietly, saying that he needed some fresh air to think things through. Closing the door behind him, he had mulled through his conversation with Samantha, as it wasn't long before he was mentally slapping himself for having acted like a complete jerk. Really, Sam? He grated himself… how could you be such a retard? How could you hurt Samantha like that…she was right…you're so busy feeling sorry for yourself, you were to blind to see something good when you had it… He brushed some hair away from his eyes, and he frowned sadly…Maybe it's too late to go back now…I mean…why would she even hear me out…I don't deserve another chance after the way I blew it last time… He looked up at the sky and watched a robin fly by, his mind temporarily distracted. The little thing seemed so happy…so very unaware of all the pain and suffering in this world…he smiled to himself… Maybe I should be more like him…take one day at a time…just enjoy life for what it is…
It wasn't long before Sam realized that he didn't want to leave this town without Samantha and…he smiled…yes, and Samuel as well…the kid had a zest for life that was catching. He couldn't help but smile as he thought at the pair…such a beautiful woman and a crazy kid into the bargain…he quirked up an eyebrow as he chuckled. Who could ask for more? He asked himself, as he daydreamed about how life with Samantha and Samuel would be like. He was willing to bet it would never be boring. Samuel would certainly take care of that.
Now it was more a question of how to go back and face Samantha after the way he had made a fool out of himself the last time. Why would she even want to listen to him? What could he offer her that would be worth listening. And it wasn't just Samantha either…he had let Samuel down too. His heart sank at the thought.
"You wanna play with my legos?" Samuel had asked him.
Sam had promised he would and he had left the kid hanging. He rolled his eyes, mad at himself for having hurt two innocent people. Right then and there he decided he was going to make up for his past stupidity if it was the last thing he did…he wasn't going to loose Samantha…he would win back her heart…he would go back and apologize and make her see that he was truly sorry for his bad attitude…he would ask her to forgive him and start over again… Yes, but how? Sam asked himself. 'How' indeed. Ah, that was the question.
Suddenly, Sam stopped in his tracks as a crazy idea popped out of nowhere into his head. He smiled and resuming his walk toward the motel, he hastened his pace.
Yes, Sam knew just what he would do…
I just love it when Bobby puts his two cents in... lol And I'm willing to bet none of you were expecting that visit?? lol Hope it didn't too rushed, but I wrote this up at around 1 a.m. so I can't be expected to write sense at that hour! lol
And...what IS Sam going to do??? Samantha and Sam action, here we come! :)