As with all things, even good things must come to an end...so without much ado, here enclosed is the finale! :)
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Jenny walked up to the door of her room and peeped through the peephole before opening it. You could never be too sure in their line of work. As she saw Sam, she smiled and opened it with a wide smile for him.
"Hey, Sam…" she greeted him as she made room for him to come in. Seeing him look around strangely, she shrugged and added, "Oh, Dean isn't here though—" she explained brightly. "See, I went to get some groceries and when I came back they said that since you weren't back they were gonna go hustle…goodness knows what that pair will do to the poor unsuspecting victims at the bar," she chuckled good humouredly. Noticing Sam seemed spaced out, and knowing that Bobby had had a talking to with him about Samantha, she wondered if maybe he was disappointed to find her instead of Dean or Bobby…maybe the kid needed to talk to them about what he felt…
"You have any idea of when they'll be back?" asked Sam, his eyes roaming through the room with little interest.
Jenny shook her head. "No, you know Dean…probably not till he's done clearing every one of the player's pockets." She rolled her eyes playfully, then added, "I'm sorry they're not here."
Sam stuck his hands nervously in the front pockets of his jeans and looked at Jenny for the first time with a silly grin on his face. "Uh…yeah, that's ok…seeing as how I actually came to see you."
Jenny frowned and closed the door. "Ok…I'll bite…what's up?" She leaned against the wall and looked at Sam curiously. Sam obviously had something up his sleeve.
Sam laughed nervously and shrugged like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Uh…Jenny…you know…I was wondering…"
"Yeah?"
"If I could ask you for a favor," Sam finished.
Jenny smiled softly. "Sam, you know you don't have to ask that. You know I'll do anything for Dean's brother," she laughed. It did her good to see Sam perk up. He hadn't been acting like himself for the past two days.
Sam brightened up and any trace of shyness was immediately forgotten. "I was kinda hoping you'd say that," he replied happily.
Jenny nodded and crossed her arms across her chest. "So what's on your mind?"
***
"Ok…just a few more finishing touches and we're good to go," the petite black haired girl pointed out as she tried to adjust a strap of cloth and talk with pins in her mouth at the same time.
The young man on whom she was adjusting a coat of sorts sighed with boredom and rolled his eyes. "That's what you said half an hour ago," he complained lightly as he adjusted his weight on his other foot.
The girl looked up from her work to his face and pursed her lips. "Do you want help or don't you?"
The shaggy brown haired youth nodded in defeat.
"All right then," she replied, more to herself than to him. Finishing with the coat, she put aside the leftover pins on a counter nearby and stood back to check her work. She frowned slightly. "Hmmm…"
"What's wrong?" asked the man with worry as he frantically looked himself over trying to figure out what was wrong.
"I don't know…it just…something's missing…"she replied slowly as she rubbed her temples in thought. Then she laughed and slapped her forehead playfully as it hit her. "Duh! How could I forget?" Before the man could reply, she had grabbed a pillow from the motel bed and walking over to the man, she stuffed it inside his red coat and adjusted the belt around it to fit it properly. "Ooh, hey, now we're talkin'," she squealed as she clapped her hands like a child. "You look perfect, if I do say so myself."
He grinned sheepishly down at her and taking a step forward, gathered her into a brief and gentle hug. "Thanks Jenny, you're a good sport for helping me out." He stepped back at her and smiled fondly at the small frame in front of him. "Dean's a lucky man."
Jenny giggled, and replied wickedly, "No, Sam, Samantha's a lucky girl." Giving him a playful punch on the shoulder she teased him. "Talk about a step up…you make one sexy Santa Clause. I wouldn't be surprised if she fainted at the sight."
Sam laughed. "Yeah, I'm a sight all right." He grinned as he looked at himself in the mirror. He had a ridiculously large red Santa Clause outfit with a big pillow as a pot belly that threatened to fall off if he wasn't careful. Add to that the funny red hat and fake beard he was wearing, and well…any trace of Sam was most certainly gone by now. "Let's just hope this works," he added quietly.
***
"You know, I must say you look ridiculous," Dean commented brightly as he rolled his eyes from his stance on the driver's seat of the Impala. Jenny, Dean, and Sam were all piled up in the Impala, and were heading to Samantha's house, which was only a few blocks away now. Apparently Bobby had declined the offer to join them, saying he wasn't about to look like a part of the moving circus.
Sam, who felt more stupid than he was willing to admit, felt his ears burn red. "Thanks Dean," he responded in muffled voice from underneath the fake beard. "I knew I could count on you for moral support."
Feeling sorry for Sam, Jenny turned in her seat to look back at Sam, she gave him her best smile of encouragement. "Don't you listen to a word he says, Sammy, I think what you're doing is one of the nicest, sweetest things a guy could ever do."
"Hey, all I'm sayin' is, it takes guts to come out in broad daylight with a get up like that and …OW!" Dean stopped abruptly as he turned to Jenny to had just given him a hard jab in the ribs. "What was that for?!" He whined as Jenny rolled her eyes at him.
"Leave the kid alone, Dean," Jenny warned.
"What? This is just a little friendly brotherly interaction…you were expecting me to kiss him and wish him good luck?"
"Dude!" complained Sam from the backseat. "Seriously?"
"You're mean, Dean," Jenny piped up in sympathy for Sam's plight.
"And you have one hard elbow," Dean quipped back sourly.
"Oh you want to me to smack you again?" Jenny taunted Dean as her eyes danced with mischief. Messing with Dean was always fun, and now seemed as good as time as any.
"Just because you're a girl don't think I'm gonna take it easy on you, smartass," came Dean's withering response.
Smirking, Jenny poked him again, just as hard as the last time, without even looking at him. "Oops…sorry…muscle spasm…"
"OUCH," Dean grit out with annoyance and deliberate emphasis as he swerved to the sidewalk and turned off the engine of the car.
Jenny laughed in his face and smiled cheekily at him.
"You think you're cute, don't you?" asked Dean with sarcasm dripping off every word as he looked at Jenny with disapproval.
"Oh, I think I'm adorable," Jenny smirked, giving a pretty darn good imitation of the Winchester trademark smirk at that.
For a response, Dean leaned over to her side of the car and started tickling her with gusto. It wasn't long before Jenny was hollering and laughing like crazy, begging him to stop.
Sam rolled his eyes at the insane pair and looking to the right, he noticed that the reason Dean had stopped was because they had already arrived at Samantha's house. He gulped as the realization that he was only a feet away from either being kissed or slapped. Probably the latter…Sam thought glumly to himself as he remembered Samantha's pained look when he had left her the night before. Well, now or never… he opened the car door and slowly started heading toward the front door, without bothering to say goodbye to the rambunctious pair still inside the car. Not that it mattered. They were too busy laughing their heads off to care either way.
***
"Mom," said a tiny voice sadly, "Isn't Sam coming?"
Samantha inhaled and blinked a few times before answering. "Not this time, Sammy." She knelt next to the tree as she reached for the gift she had lovingly wrapped for her kid the day before. Maybe if we start opening presents I can get his mind off of Sam…
"But he said he would, Mom," Samuel insisted stubbornly. " He promised."
Samantha bit her lip and replied hoarsely. "Sometimes people can keep promises, Sammy…no matter how much you want to."
"But he said he loved you, Mom…he told me so," he promptly informed her, as if maybe telling her would change everything and make Sam come back.
Samantha started back in surprise. She hadn't known Sam had actually said so to her child. She felt a twinge of bitterness surge within, as she wondered why the hell he had told her child he loved her, instead of having the guts to tell her himself. Turning to look back at Samuel, she cupped his tiny face with her hands and looked at him earnestly. "You shouldn't get so attached to people, Sammy—"
Samuel put her hands away with annoyance and shook his head at her. "No, mom you don't understand…Sam said he liked us."
Samantha laughed bitterly and rolled her eyes. "Well, I guess he didn't like us enough then."
***
Here goes nothin'…Sam thought to himself as he softly rapped on the front door. Readjusting the potato sack he had thrown over his shoulder, he looked at his feet as he felt the cold sweat erupt in his back. It was like having the nightmare of your first high school date all over again. Before he could rehearse any of the lines he had ready for Samantha, however, the door was promptly opened.
"Ho, ho, ho…Merry Christmas," Sam croaked out as he felt his lips run dry at the sight of Samuel. If Samuel had opened the door, that probably meant that Samantha was not far behind.
"IT'S SAM!" squealed Samuel excitedly as he threw himself into Sam and gave him a bear hug that any polar bear would have been proud of. Then releasing him just as abruptly, he turned to his mother who was now facing the door uncertainly with her hands on her hips. "MOM, HE CAME BACK! JUST LIKE HE PROMISED!" He smiled from ear to ear, and holding on to one of Sam's hands, he pulled on it to make him come in.
Seeing Samantha's icy look, Sam felt his feet freeze in place. "Uh…maybe you should ask your mom first if I can come in," Sam squeaked out in a muffled voice as he smiled softly at Samuel's enthusiasm. He wished Samantha shared at least half of the enthusiasm her son had at his arrival. Maybe that would at least give him a fighting chance.
"MOM! He can come in, right?!"
Looking from her cute eight year old to the ridiculously dressed young man in her front door, she shrugged and walked back into the house, giving her back to both Samuel and Sam.
Sam gulped. I'll take that as a 'yes', then…
"She said, 'yeah'!" Samuel responded eagerly for his mother, as he hyperactively pulled Sam inside and closed the door behind him. As his eyes fell on Sam's potato sack, his eyes widened in surprise. "Did you get me a present?!" he exclaimed with a huge grin on his face.
Looking at his excitement, Sam couldn't help but feel his heart glow. It felt good to be the one responsible for putting a smile like that on a little kid's face. It made him feel like he was actually good at something else than killing things. Maybe, just maybe…this could be part of his life from now on…maybe…just maybe…he could make it up to Samantha…
"Sure thing…I got it especially for you," Sam finally replied as he got down on his knees, and extracted a nicely wrapped present for him. It had taken him over an hour to finally decide on what to get him, when he had gone to the toy store, and hoped Samuel would like it as much as he had. "Here you go, tiger," he added as he handed it to the small eager hands and patted his back companionably.
As Samuel's agile hands speedily ripped of the wrapping paper, Sam's eyes looked up into Samantha, who had walked back and was now facing them with her arms wrapped around herself. Before either one of them could say anything, however, Samuel squealed in glee as he waved a Lego box kit enthusiastically in the air.
"Mom, it's the police force kit I wanted!" he informed his mother proudly.
Samantha smiled despite herself at his enthusiasm and chuckled lightly. "Well, imagine that."
"Awesome!" Samuel hopped up and down and hugged the box with both arms, as his eyes twinkled.
Sam smiled at him. "Well, I'm glad you liked—" he started, but was cut up abruptly as Samuel suddenly dropped his box on the carpet and engulfed Sam's neck with a vice like hug and finally released him only to grab his right hand with both of his tiny ones and shake it.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Samuel cried as he gave Sam's hand three good vigorous shakes, one for each 'thank you'. Then he stopped abruptly and started rattling on, like his usually happy old self. "Hey, you wanna see my other Legos?! I got a space kit, and a zoo kit, and a life saver's one with some cool sharks and a lighthouse."
Sam chuckled. "Man, a space kit? Does it have a real spaceship?"
Samuel rolled his eyes at him. "No, man…it's a toy spaceship…a real one would be too big…you wanna see it?"
"You bet I do," Sam grinned.
"Be right back…"Samuel called back as he raced up the steps to his room. "Don't open any other presents till I come back!"
"We won't!" assured Sam as Samuel's form disappeared from view. Then he slowly stood up and gulped for what seemed like the millionth time as he realized that it was just Samantha and him.
"Look…if you think that you're gonna butter me up by this whole Santa Clause getup you got on, you don't know me half as much as you think you do," Samantha cut in.
Right about now Dean would be saying that it's time to turn the Winchester charm on… Sam paused, then rolled his eyes at himself. First thing he had to do was get rid of the ridiculous red hat. Not to mention the fake beard which was itching something awful. Slapping the hat off and pulling the beard off with both hands, he ran his hand through his nose, taking off some flaky stuff left from the fuzzy beard.
"Much better," Sam mumbled to himself, as he began to feel more like his old self.
"What are you even doing here, Sam?" Samantha prodded further, without taking notice of the hat and beard that now lay on her floor. "I mean…last time you and I talked, you were too busy feeling sorry for yourself to remember that there were other people besides yourself that were hurting."
Ouch…Sam slapped himself mentally. Not that he blamed Samantha. He knew he deserved this and more after the way he had acted the last time. He had practically made it sound like he was tired of loosing his loved ones, and that he was not risking going through that again.
"Look, Samantha, I know I—"
"I'm not done, Sam. You may have had your full say last time, but I sure didn't," Samantha interrupted with a thin smile.
Sam nodded in acknowledgement and sighed. He knew she needed to have her say before she could make her peace with him.
Stepping up to him, she jabbed her index finger against his chest, making Sam wince, wondering what was coming next. "You wanna know something, pretty boy? You're not the only one whose lost people you love." She paused and blinked furiously a few times as she struggled to hold back an unruly tear from slipping down her cheek. Sam looked at her and felt a lump in his throat at the pain that reflected in her eyes, as she relived old memories. "Life hasn't exactly been a walk in the park," she finally continued. "I never had my dad, Samuel's father ditched us when he found out that I was pregnant, and I've spent these past few years trying to be both a father and a mother to that poor innocent child. But I suck it up because I realize that there are a lot of people out there who have gone through even worse things than I can even begin to imagine. There is always someone worse off than you." She inhaled deeply and waved her right hand in front of Sam in annoyance. "So when you're done with your pity party, let me know," she finished softly, and a couple of tears streaked down her now pink cheeks as she crossed her arms around herself and looked at the floor as she bit her lower lip, trying to check her emotions.
Sam looked at her in askance. He had never realized just how selfish he had been. He had been so busy caught up with the pain of having lost Jess, mom, dad…that somehow…someway…he had forgotten to be grateful for the little blessings. What an idiot I've been…how could I be so blind?
Seeing Sam didn't bother to respond, she rolled her eyes and exhaled. "You know what…just forget it…forget I said anything…"she started to turn her back, but Sam surprised her by abruptly reaching for her arm.
"No, wait, Samantha…please…just…hear me out," Sam pleaded softly as he gently, yet firmly kept his hold on her upper arm.
"Why should I?" she asked softly, yet gently.
"Just…give me one last chance…that's all I'm asking for." Sam breathed in and blinked before returning his gaze back to her blue eyes. Eyes that had no qualm about showing the hurt and fear that they felt at the present moment. "Just…one last chance…"
***
In a few broken sentences, Sam explained what exactly had been going through his head. He explained that the fear of her getting hurt in his insane lifestyle had been his major reason for leaving her. Then he apologized for allowing the bitterness and his personal insecurities get in the way. He realized he had been wrong. And all he could ask was for one more chance to win back her heart.
"Please Samantha…I swear…I will never hurt you again like that…"
Samantha sniffed, as she tried to appear cool and collected. "Whatever…I've heard that line before."
"Then how about this…I swear I will never leave you alone," he whispered earnestly.
Samantha rolled her eyes and turned her head, but Sam grabbed hold of both her shoulders gently and made her look at him. "No, Samantha…look at me," he commanded gently. As their eyes locked, Sam felt his stomach do a flip flop as he realized that despite his stupidity, she still loved him. She didn't have to say it…he could see it in her eyes. "Sammy," Sam smiled softly as he used the silly nickname for his girl, "You know I love you."
Samantha looked at him incredulously. It was the first time he had admitted it out loud.
"And nothing's ever going to change that," Sam stated firmly, as he squared his jaw stubbornly.
Gently disengaging herself from him, Samantha took a few steps back, as if in a daze. She put her hand to her forehead and laughed mirthlessly. Still holding on to her forehead with one hand, she put up the other hand in the air, and started rambling on, "Oh this is just fine, Sam…right when I had decided to send you to hell, you drop this bomb on me…what am I supposed to say?"
Sam smiled like a teenager star struck in love. "Just say the truth, Sammy." Then his eyes grew dark as he looked at her earnestly. "If you don't feel the same way, just be honest. I can take it." Then he nodded briefly and his chest heaved with emotion as he braced himself for whatever her answer would be. Seeing her hesitate, he felt his heart grow cold with the thought that maybe…just maybe…he had read her all wrong…maybe this had been just a one sided thing…maybe…maybe she didn't really love him half as much as he loved her…maybe…
"You want an honest answer then?" Samantha finally asked as she moved to stand directly in front of him. With only a few inches of distance between them, she could feel her legs shake.
Sam nodded wordlessly, his throat suddenly feeling dry, as he clasped his hands to his side. Then he tensed up as she leaned towards him. He closed his eyes, in expectation, then…
SLAP!
Sam's head snapped to one side, as Samantha's well directed hand came in contact with his cheek. Sam opened his eyes wide in surprise, too flabbergasted to reply. He moved to take a step backward, but stopped midair when Samantha moved toward him with lightning speed and grabbing on to his shirt, she looked him square in the eye.
"That's for leaving me in the first place," she informed him gruffly. Then, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to her, she added softly, "And this, is for coming back."
The next minute, Sam smiled despite himself as he found himself getting kissed by the girl he now loved. He pulled her into his arms, wanting to keep her as close to him as possible. Stroking her hair with one hand, he suddenly heard a small, childlike tune fill the air.
"I saw Mooommy kissing Saaanta Clause…" sang a certain imp as he pranced around the happy pair.
Sam and Samantha laughed into the kiss, forcing them to pull away and look down at the silly kid who was serenading them as he danced around the room playfully.
"When did you come back, squirt?" chuckled Sam in embarrassment as he realized he had been spied on by a child. "I didn't even see you."
"'Course you didn't…you were too busy kissing the girl," came the imp's prompt response as his eyes danced with mischief.
Samantha laughed loudly and made a grab for him. Tickling him, she lifted him into a big hug. "Oh you! What am I going to do with you!" she giggled happily as she buried her nose in his hair.
"How's about giving me another Lego kit?"
Sam chocked back a laugh and shook his head severely at him. "I just gave you one, sir. Isn't that enough?"
Samuel pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Well, yeah…but you all seem so happy I just thought I'd ask."
"Shame on you, little sir," Samantha laughed, still holding onto her treasure.
"Well, adults always give you more toys when they're happy…thought maybe I could score a free toy out of the deal," Samuel explained shamefacedly.
Sam shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Sounds like someone I know…" That totally sounded like something Dean could have come up with…
Samantha hummed a happy tune, as she hugged Samuel and looked up at Sam with a shy smile.
"I love you," mouthed Sam to her above Samuel's head.
"Me too," she mouth back at him.
"Oh come here…both of ya all!" Sam yelled out with a silly grin on his face, as his arms suddenly engulfed both of them, making them all squeal in surprise and laugh happily. "There's room enough here for both of you," Sam added as he looked softly at Samantha, who had a girlish smile on her face.
Samantha smiled for like the billionth time and sighed. It doesn't get much better than this…
***
"What in the world is taking him so long anyway?" Dean complained.
"Shhh!" Jenny warned him as she tried to get a better vantage looking point from her stance behind Dean. "Keep your voice down, genius."
"What?! All I'm saying is it's about freaking time he kissed her or something," he whispered back to her before turning back to peek through the window.
"You know…maybe we should go back to the car and wait or something…"
"Now what's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked distractedly, his full attention on the scene unfolding before his eyes inside Samantha's house. Shortly after Sam had entered the house, he had come up with the brilliant idea of finding a window where they could peek into and spy on Sam's interchange with Samantha. Sure enough, they quickly found a window with a great vantage point into the living room, and they had been having fun the past few minutes trying to figure out just what exactly Sam was saying. So far, he had given the kid a gift and the kid had run off somewhere, leaving them alone. Dean had assumed that Sam would use the chance to kiss her, but to his surprise all he had been doing was talking. And now Jenny was beginning to feel guilty about spying into the private interchange.
"I mean it's really none of our business…I mean…maybe we should just go back in the car and—"
"And wait like good little soldiers?" Dean finished for her. "Nope, nothin' doin'. This is more fun," he chuckled softly as he turned his attention once more to the inside of the house.
"Dean…" warned Jenny. "Common'," she insisted as she started tugging on his sleeve.
"Lay off, will ya?" Dean griped as he tried to shrug her off, then suddenly whistled. "Ha! That's my boy!" he laughed in his husky voice, making Jenny stop and peek once more despite her better judgment.
"What happened?" she asked in a fake stage whisper.
"Sam just kissed Sam!" exclaimed Dean to Jenny as he turned around and gave her a thumbs up sign with a huge grin. Then he paused and frowned. "Wait…I mean…Sam kissed Sammy….I mean…wow… my head hurts…" he added as he rubbed his forehead.
"That means they both made up!" Grabbing onto Dean's arm, she buried her face in his shoulder, trying to muffle her happy squeal.
Still rubbing his forehead, Dean shook his head. "If you ask me, there's way too many Sams in this family now."
Jenny threw back her head and laughed like the Jenny of old. Feeling so happy for Sam made her feel happy and carefree. "Then, again, there are those who would say that there are way too many Deans in this family," she teased him as she gave him a playful punch on his left shoulder.
"Oh no, babe. There is only one Dean," he assured her as he shot her his trademark Winchester grin.
"You don't say…ooh!" Jenny squealed most unbecomingly as Dean unexpectedly dipped her, making her eyes open wide as she made a grab for the front of his jacket.
In that moment, however, Dean somehow managed to loose his balance, making him dip her precariously, as he struggled to regain his footing. Unfortunately, a tree root got in his way, making him fall backward, with Jenny not far behind.
"DEAN!" shrieked Jenny, as they both fell to the grass, a jumble of arms and legs.
***
"What was that?" asked Samuel as his ears perked up at the unexpected scream that had come from outside.
Sam's eyebrows shot clear to his hairline, as Jenny's unmistakable scream reached his ears. What in the world? Then it hit him…Dean had probably been spying in on him the entire time…Dean like…he muttered to himself as he rolled his eyes at no one in particular.
"Sam, did you hear something?" asked Samantha as her eyes followed tiny Samuel who was already heading toward the window.
"Uh…" Sam stuttered. The last I thing I need right now is to have her think that maybe Dean set me up to this…
"It's Dean!" Samuel informed them cheerfully from his stance on the living room's window. "And Jenny!"
"Dean?!" Samantha looked in askance at Sam and held her arms up in the air in a "what in the world" kind of pose. "Was he spying on us?!"
Sam felt the color mount to his cheeks as he gave her an embarrassed grin. "That's Dean for you," he muttered slightly irritated.
"And they're both lying on the grass!" Samuel added, cheerfully informing them of every move. "But they're getting up now!"
Samantha laughed and shook her head. "Oh wow…this I gotta see…"
***
"Well, well, well…who have we here," Samantha crooned as she looked at the sorry mess in front of her. Dean and Jenny's crash had left a hole in one of the bushes and although they were already on their feet, Jenny's hair had managed to get some leaves stuck in it.
Shaking off the residue of leaves on his faithful brown leather jacket, Dean gave her a sheepish smile and tried to turn on the charm. "So…looks like you too made up."
"No thanks to you," Samantha quipped with a bemused smile. "So tell me Dean…is it a habit of yours to spy on other people's property?" she asked as she quirked up an eyebrow at him.
"Samantha, I'm so sorry…I told Dean not to, really…"Jenny started, trying to apologize.
But Samantha would have none of it. She was to busy being happy to be mad at anybody…even Dean. "Oh, honestly…really…it doesn't matter, girl," she smiled happily at Jenny, and on impulse, hugged her, making Jenny squeal in surprise. "I'm too happy to be mad at anything today," she whispered in Jenny's ear, making Jenny smile and hug her back tightly.
As the girls started bubbling over and hugging, Dean rolled his eyes. That left Dean and Sam looking at each other awkwardly.
"I'm not gonna hug you, dude," Dean clarified to Sam as he saw Sam looking at him.
That made Samantha laugh and letting go of Jenny, she stepped up to Dean and patted him on the cheek playfully. "Oh Dean…even I can't be mad at you today," she shook her head and grinned at Sam, who grinned back shyly.
Perking up, like he always did when he got any female attention, Dean smirked.
Samantha looked at Dean and shook her head at him. Crossing her arms across her chest, she quirked up an eyebrow at him. "You think you're really something don't you? You think you're so handsome, huh?"
Dean looked at her and raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.
"Well you are," she continued with the slightest trace of embarrassment or even a hint of a blush on her cheeks.
"What?" gasped Jenny, suddenly looking like she could slug her. Sam looked with shock all over his face at her, and opened his mouth but no sound came out of it.
As for Dean…well…Dean's features indicated clearly that he had been caught slightly off guard. Then he smirked—Dean like. And Sam fumed. It was to be expected—Dean always won in the end.
Before anyone could say anything else though, Samantha quipped, "BUT…Sam is twice as handsome as you are. And three times funnier and cooler than you." Then she smiled wickedly. "And did I leave out that he's a good three inches taller than you?" She sighed melodramatically. "Tall guys are so sexy," she added, making Sam blush furiously.
Sam stayed frozen in spot, her words wringing in his ears. "Sam is twice as handsome as you are. And three times funnier and cooler than you…Tall guys are so sexy…" Sam smiled, suddenly feeling like for once in his life, he had scored one on Dean. It was a new sensation and it made him feel powerful and content.
And in that moment, Sam knew he loved Samantha.
***
"So don't let it go to your head, big guy," Samantha said to Dean before turning back to her lover. Then she shoved him gently away, in a sisterly kind of fashion and before either of them could respond, she had thrown herself into Sam's arms, making out with him with no sign of embarrassment whatsoever of having company.
Sam responded with as much enthusiasm, kissing her back with a gusto that made Jenny sigh with relief. She couldn't help but chuckle to think how close she had been to slugging Samantha a while ago.
Seeing Dean look at them with a funny look on his face, Jenny laughed and slapped him companionably on the shoulder. "Oh, it's ok sweetheart … I still think you're the cream of the crop," she crooned. Hugging Dean from the front with her arms around his waist, Dean smiled down at her and shrugged before kissing her. Pulling back a few seconds later, Jenny added traitorously, "Even if you are a retard."
Dean made a face at her and slapped her butt. "Shut up and kiss me," came the sole reply as he kissed her again, with Jenny smiling into the kiss.
***
"Hey!" Samuel protested finally a few minutes later. Kissing was disgusting enough, but enough was enough. He'd been standing there quietly a good five minutes and his mom seemed to have forgotten about his existence. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy ring his soul. "Who's gonna play with my legos with me?" he demanded sourly, his two feet apart in defiance.
Both pairs pulled apart from their making out sessions, laughing at his perplexed complexion.
Sam opened his mouth to say he would play, even though truth be told, he really felt like doing other things at the moment, but before he could utter a single word, Jenny came to his rescue.
"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart…" she crooned as she disengaged herself from Dean's arms and bent over with her hand propped on her knees so as to be on eye level with him. "Sam is going to play with you just like he promised…but see, Sam's a very popular young man…your mom wants to spend time with him too."
Samuel tilted his head in thought, as if the thought hadn't exactly occurred to him. Seeing his mom's happy face as she hugged Sam only a feet away from him, however, he decided that he could wait. After all, he hadn't seen his mom laugh so much…well…for a very long time. He figured he could wait just a little more.
"Well, ok," he agreed carefully. "Are we going to watch TV again, then?" he asked, trying to figure out what he and his mom and Sam were going to do now.
"Man, this kid just doesn't get it, does he?" Dean mumbled to no one in particular.
"Dean!" Sam hissed out in shock, as he felt Samantha tense up against him. He wished Dean could have more sense.
"Uh, well…no… see, Sam and your mom want to spend some time alone and just have fun together…you know what I mean?" Jenny explained. "And meanwhile, if your mom doesn't mind, why, you can come for a ride in the Impala with me and Dean." She smiled, trying to sell him her idea. "Maybe we can go watch a movie!"
Feeling guilty, Samantha cut in. "Oh, no…no…I can't do that! It's not fair for you and Dean to have to watch him…I mean…Sam and I can stay at home and watch TV or something…right?" she looked at Sam pleadingly. She didn't want to feel like a bother and leaving her kid to someone else to watch just seemed like such a selfish thing to do…after all, she was the mother…it was her responsibility to watch her child…she couldn't just go dumping him with someone whenever she felt like having fun with her boyfriend. "Sam?" she asked, worry written all over her face. Now she felt twice as bad, and she wondered if Sam wouldn't regret dating a chick who came along with an extra package.
Sam felt disappointed…after all, he had been looking forward to spending some time alone with her…but then, he had told her he loved her … and Samuel was a part of her… he couldn't just shove the kid away because he wanted to have some one on one with her. He sighed. After all…maybe they could work something out… Maybe Samuel can go to bed early or something… Sam thought to himself with a slight smile.
"Uh…yeah," he responded, trying to sound as understand and enthusiastic as possible. "Sure…we can all watch TV … or something…yeah, we can work something out," he nodded, trying to make Samantha feel better.
"My word, what part of me wanting to spend some time with this kid didn't I make clear?" Jenny pretended to fume as she shook her head, making her ponytail shake vigorously. "I like kids, I don't have one of my own, and I want to take this kid out and have some fun with him. Is that really too much to ask?" she glared at Samantha, putting on quite a good show.
"Oh…" Samantha looked at Jenny with surprise. She had never thought that she could be doing Jenny a favor by letting her have Samuel for the afternoon. "Oh, I'm sorry…I mean…if you really want to…"
"You're darn tooting I do," Jenny smirked as she ruffled Samuel's hair. "So is that a yes?"
Samantha smiled from ear to ear. "Well…yeah…sure!"
"That leaves just one last thing…" Jenny turned to Samuel, who had been looking from Dean to his mom in panic. He wasn't all too sure how he felt about this other guy who seemed to wish him out of existence when Sam and his mom were together. "Samuel, do you want to go to the movies with me?" she asked him with a huge grin on her face. True, she did want to help Sam and Samantha out, but deep down inside, her soul craved for a child of her own. She still felt the loss of her own child, and she saw this as the opportunity to fill part of that longing she felt.
Samuel looked at her keenly, trying to read what kind of a person she was. He looked at her pretty gray eyes to her really dark hair…Samuel had never seen anyone with such dark hair…and looked at her smile. She seemed like she really did want to spend time with him. Samuel frowned in thought. She seems nice enough… he finally decided.
"Yeah, ok," he finally acceded. The kid had always been more on the easy going side, probably getting that from his mom.
"Perfect, then," Jenny offered him her hand to which he automatically latched onto, and tugged at Dean's arm with her free hand. "Come on, Dean, let's get going."
Sighing in defeat, Dean fell into step with her toward the car. "Yeah, ok…whatever."
"You all have fun! And don't worry about us…Samuel and I are gonna have the time of our lives!" Jenny called out from behind her shoulder, as Sam and Samantha waved at her with silly grins on their faces.
"Thank you so much, Jenny…you're a doll!" Samantha called out, to which Jenny winked at her.
"Thank you," Sam mouthed to her quietly.
"Yeah…yeah…" Jenny shrugged and opening the car door for Samuel, she stopped in her tracks as Samuel tugged at her leather jacket. "What's up, kid?" she asked curiously.
"Can I go get my new legos?" he asked with a hopeful look on his face. Seeing Jenny hesitate, he added rapidly, "Oh, I'll play by myself!"
Jenny chuckled. "Oh don't worry, Sammy," she responded using the nickname before she could think about it. "Dean will play legos with you."
Dean's head whipped around in shock. "WHAT?!"
Pulling his head down to hers, she whispered, "Do you want to get Sam laid or don't you?"
Dean grimaced and rubbed the back of his head. "Well…yeah, but—"
"Then you're gonna play legos with the kid," was Jenny's decree. "And that's all there is to it."
***
Still sulking about the whole ordeal, Dean kept his eyes glued on the road as Jenny and Samuel rattled on about legos and what not. Great…just fudging great…Sam's getting laid while I get to play baby sitter…this sucks… He snapped back to reality as a comment by Jenny caught his attention.
"Do you have any kids?" piped up Samuel abruptly dropping the lego conversation with Jenny.
Jenny inhaled sharply and looked out the window for a split second before answering. "No…not yet." She smiled softly at him, suddenly looking sad.
Dean turned slightly and he gulped, as his eyes caught her sad look before it could disappear.
"That's too bad, because I think you'd make a cool mom," Samuel observed sincerely.
Jenny laughed softly. "Well, thank you."
"Yeah," he paused and suddenly an idea popped into his head making him turn in his seat to look at her better. "You wanna be my aunt?!"
Jenny looked at him with surprise and Dean chuckled. You never knew what this kid could come up with.
"So you want me to be your Aunt, huh?" she asked as she looked at him in the eye, feeling like there was more to it than he was letting onto.
"Yeah! Aunts are cool…John says his Aunt makes cookies and stuff for him every time he visits!"
"And John would be…" Jenny suggested.
" John's my friend," Samuel responded, as if the answer was obvious.
"Of course he is," Dean put in. "Who else would he be, right?" Then he grinned despite himself. Ok…so maybe the kid isn't half bad…
Jenny smiled, glad to see that Dean was finally cooperating.
"So you want to?" Samuel persisted. "I've always wanted an aunt…all I have is my mom's cousin Jeb. He's ok, but he's boring."
Dean laughed. Having met Jeb before at the call center and having pretty much thought the same thing himself about the fellow, he couldn't help but agree with the kid. "Yeah, I got the idea that the dude had brains he hadn't even started to use yet." Then he looked at Jenny with a huge smirk on his face. "Well, come on Jenny…the kid can't wait all day…give us an answer."
Jenny lifted her eyebrows in surprise. Since when did Dean like the kid so much? One minute he's pouting because he had to take the kid with them, and the next he's actually siding with him. Go figure… "Well, I guess being an Aunt sounds like a fun job."
"That means yes, right?" Samuel giggled in glee and hugged her. Then, his eyes widened up even more as a second idea popped into his head. Turning to Dean he pointed out the obvious. "So that makes you my uncle right?"
Dean chuckled once more and scratched the back of his head as he looked at the kid in sudden appreciation. "You catch on fast." Smiling, he flipped on the radio and readjusted his shoulders in his seat as the sound of AC/DC filled the sound of the car.
"That's AC/DC!" Samuel yelled above the ruckus of the loud radio.
"How did you know?" Jenny and Dean asked in unison as they both looked with surprise at the kid.
"I love AC/DC! AC/DC rocks!" came the explanatory reply as he made two thumbs up signs with his hands.
Dean looked at him with a new measure of appreciation. Glancing at Jenny, he conceded, "Hey, this kid's all right."
***
Sam and Samantha watched in silence as the Impala made its way out of the driveway. They waved at Samuel, and with an arm around Samantha's small waist, they made their way to the house, whispering and laughing at little phrases of endearment that lovers often use. Closing the front door behind them, Sam surprised her by wrapping a strong arm around her and pulling her close to him for a kiss. Running his hand through her soft hair, he leaned against the now closed door. Pulling apart from each other briefly, he drank her in, the corners of his mouth turning up into the faintest hint of a smile as he looked softly down at her.
"What are you doing?" Samantha finally asked quietly as she saw he was in no particular hurry to move from his present pass time.
He smiled fully this time and tilted his head. "I'm enjoying the sight of you…it's been a long time since I got to hold a woman I loved."
Samantha blushed. "You really think this will work?" she asked quietly, hints of insecurity leaking out despite her resolution to enjoy this moment for what it was.
"If my pain the ass brother managed to get a girlfriend who loves him despite his…well…his Deanness, I don't see why we can't," Sam replied as he rolled his eyes playfully.
Samantha chuckled. "You know…" she said as she ran a finger down his chest. "I think you're brother left us because he thinks you're going to get laid." She walked her finger back up his chest and moving her hand to the back of his head, she brought it down to her level and whispered seductively in his ear, "Only this time I think he's right," she smiled at him softly, her eyes dancing with mischief.
"Really?" Sam, quirking up an eyebrow. "Well…let's not waste his good faith."
The next thing Samantha knew, he had scooped her up in his arms and spun her around, making her squeal most unbecomingly and wrap her arms around his neck. He laughed and threw her up in the air, making her scream and laugh. Seeing her laugh her head off, he tossed her up once more and catching her effortlessly, he kissed her searchingly, making her melt and kiss him back with hunger. Finally parting to catch their breath, Samantha suggested coyly he put her down so she could show him the way to her room where they could be more comfortable.
"Who says I have to put you down?" came the rebellious cry as he made his way up the stairs to her room, still holding her in his arms.
When they reached her room, he put her down carefully, and Samantha shoved him playfully toward it, making him sit down on the edge of it. Grinning at her, he helped her sit on his lap, her body facing his. Cupping his face with both of her slender hands, she leaned in to kiss him, a kiss which Sam most happily responded to, as his hands slowly made their way to her shoulders where they soon wrapped around her back, thus pulling her even closer to him.
"Oh, Sam," Samantha gasped as he ran his hands up and down her waist, making her body tense a little in expectation. She pulled apart, and helped him remove his shirt, with Sam's help. They finally pulled it off, revealing a barrel chest with a perfectly chiseled six pack abs which made Samantha laugh softly as she ran her hands down his chest. "Oh Sam…you're so…so perfect…"
Sam laughed at her way of putting it and hugging her to him, let himself fall back on the bed, making Samantha fall forward on his chest with him. He pulled back her hair and kissed her again and again, until Sam carefully lay her on her back on the bed, and pulling himself on top of her, he fingered her blouse, as if asking for permission. He needn't have worried. In the blink of an eye, she had pulled of her blouse and wrapping her arms around his broad back, she let Sam's hands explore her, moaning when he hit the right spots.
Suddenly, Sam pulled away and looked at her. "No…wait…I want to say something first."
Samantha looked at him with uncertainty.
"I love you," Sam breathed out tenderly as he traced her jaw with his thumb.
Samantha chocked. It took every ounce of self preservation for her to keep back her tears.
"Don't hold it back," Sam said gently. He kissed her on her forehead. "Let it go, Samantha…just…let it go." Kissing her on the lips this time, he added, "I promise I won't freak out." He smiled at her.
Samantha gasped as a sob broke from her despite her best effort to keep it inside. Her face scrunched up as the hot tears slipped out of her blue eyes. Eyes that for the first time in months, felt safe showing all the emotions hidden within. "It's not pretty," she pointed out as she pronounced each word with emphasis, in her effort to sound in control.
"Sh…it's ok…" Sam kissed her and wiped away the tears with his thumb. "It's all right to be scared." He looked at her earnestly. "I know you still hurt about Samuel's father…and I know you're scared of me leaving you…but I already promised you I won't leave…you're pretty much stuck with me whether you want to or not," he smiled at her with a mischievous grin.
Samantha cried softly, her tears making their way silently down her face, but wiping them away, she pulled Sam's face down into another kiss. Sam kissed her passionately, as if trying to kiss away all the hurt and pain.
"I love you, Sam," Samantha suddenly breathed out, her eyes locked with his. "I…I really do."
Sam smiled.
"Now shut up and just kiss me!" she ordered as she hugged him tight.
Sam's mouth soon found its way to hers, too happy to comply. It just doesn't get any better than this…
***
The End…?
Oh, no...it's all done! I'm gonna miss these folks! :'( lol
I loved the way Dean actually ended up liking Samuel after all...but I love even more that Dean is stuck playing legos ! And don't you just love that Sam's the one getting laid this time instead of DEAN???? LOL I hope Sam and Samantha will be happy and this lasts...after ...anything goes in fanfic! :)
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