CHAPTER 18
"I hope they're not doing it on my bed." Sam said to Leigh, making the girl laugh. They were in her room, sitting on her bed, talking since there was nothing else to do and everyone else was out getting laid.
"Oh come on, would Dean actually do that?" she asked with a smile.
"Yes, Dean would totally do that." Sam replied seriously, Leigh laughed once again and shook her head, "once he shaved his junk with my razor and didn't tell me until after I'd shaved my face with it."
"Oh that's just gross!" she exclaimed screwing her nose up in disgust but giggling nonetheless.
Sam looked at her and smiled. He liked her laugh, this was the first time he'd seen it properly. He really liked to see her smile.
"So, what's your story anyway?" she asked, noticing Sam's dreamy gaze.
"What do you mean?" he replied trying to avoid the question.
"You choose to hunt demons. You can't tell me you're in the job because you happen to like the end-of-year bonus."
"It's just the way I was raised." He said looking away from her. "When I was six months old my mother was killed by a demon and my dad wanted revenge. So since then he dragged us all around America trying to get it."
"Did he?" Leigh asked cautiously, trying to meet his eyes.
"Yeah, I mean, sort of; me and Dean killed the demon for him because it killed our dad before he got the chance to do it.
"I'm so sorry."
"Not your fault." He shrugged.
"So that's it? You've spent your whole life hunting these things?"
"Well, not my whole life I guess. When I was eighteen I ran away and went to Stanford."
"That's so cool. So why did you start hunting again?"
"My, uh, my girlfriend, Jess, was killed. By the same demon that killed my mom, and the same way. That was when I was twenty-two."
"I'm sorry. I keep bringing up these deaths and I think I'm just going to stop talking now." She said, feeling guilty for bringing up the memories.
"Its fine, it kind of helps to talk about it." He was still avoiding meeting her eyes "so what about you?"
"Me? Well there's not much to know. I grew up in foster homes and lived alone from eighteen until now."
"What about this prophecy thing? How do you feel about it?" he asked watching his hands intently.
"Scared; really, really scared. I live in a house with three witches who fight demons, a whitelighter who also fights demons, and you and your brother are in town and you're demon hunters. What'll happen to me if I can't control my demon side? Do I just sit around and wait for one of you to kill me?"
"No one's going to kill you." He said certainly.
"How do you know? You aren't half demon."
He finally looked at her, staring intensely into her brown eyes. "Yeah, I am."
"I-I-I had no idea. What the fuck Sam?"
"Well not half, but part."
"Thanks for telling me sooner and not making me feel like a black sheep." She said sarcastically.
"Well it's not exactly something you go around telling everyone."
"Not everyone but maybe someone who just found out they're half demon and is terrified of herself."
"You're terrified of yourself?"
"That's not the point. How are you part demon?"
"The demon that killed my parents fed me some of his blood when I was a baby. I used to get visions but they stopped when the demon died. I have mild telekinesis and I can exorcise demons with my mind…but, only when I drink demon blood." He said the last part with shame in his voice.
"Wow." Was all she could manage to say before they were engulfed in an uncomfortable silence. She wanted to ask about the demons blood but wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer.
"Leigh-Anna…" he began but wasn't sure how to phrase the question.
"You just bared your soul to me, you can call me Leigh, trust me we're there." She said with a huffed laugh.
"Leigh, why are you afraid of yourself?"
"Because I'm nearly twenty-four and I've just had this huge bombshell dropped on me. I'm half demon. I shoot energy balls, Sam! What if I can't control it? I've already thrown you into a wall with my telekinesis. What if I hurt myself or-or someone else?" the last three words came out in a choke and she let a single tear escape.
"Hey," Sam said caringly "I'm going to help you alright? Nothing bad is gonna happen."
Leigh nodded. Sam brought his calloused up to her cheek and wiped away the tear with his thumb. Leigh moved in a little closer and Sam leaned in too. Leigh's stomach filled with butterflies and Sam could feel his heart thudding. Their lips were about to meet, when Sam took his hand away and muttered something about being thirsty and left the room in a hurry.