Chapter 6:
We walked inside and put away the boys bags in the living room. The living room consisted of a rundown couch, an armchair, and a 35" flat screen. "Now I really only have one rule around here. If anything happens to my TV you will be kicked out sleeping in the Impala faster than you can say 'sorry'. You got it? It took five days a week for a month doing the nighttime shift at the Roadhouse for that TV." I said as I got a couple of blankets from the pantry. I looked over and they were looking at the TV like it was about to fall over.
I started to giggle at the scared look on their faces, and that just escalated into full blown out laughter. "Oh, so this is funny is it? You think you're so hilarious do you?" I heard Sam say as he wrapped his arms around me and started tickling my sides. Tears started steaming down my face I was laughing so hard. I heard Dean start laughing as he joined Sam and grabbed my feet, tickling them. "Let me go!" I screamed through bouts of laughter. "Do you surrender?" Dean asked. "Yes! OK? Yes!" They let me go and we just sat there in the middle of my living room laughing like a bunch of children again.
I wiped the tears off my face and realized how happy these boys made me, I started to feel like a child and for a while they made me forget about how sucky our lives were. We were normal.
I got up and put the blankets on the couch. "You two can switch every night between the couch and the guest bedroom." I looked at the both of them and asked, "So who wants the couch first?" They gave each other a look and took their hand out of their pockets. They started doing Rock, Paper, Scissors. Dean really sucked at it, and he was stuck with the couch the first night. "I let you win!" he yelled as I guided Sam upstairs to the guest bedroom.
"He always uses scissors." Sam whispered to me. I laughed again. For the first time, this felt like a real home.
