Chapter 7:
Sam and I walk up the narrow staircase to the guest room. The staircase creaked with every step we took. The guest room was the first door on the right in the hallway. I opened the door for the first time since I got this place, no reason for anyone to stay in here. It smelled like dust and mold, but the bed was all made with white sheets and pillows.
"The landlady had cleaned up the place when I first got it, I haven't seen her since though. Haven't had to pay rent for a year." I told Sam as he placed his duffel bag on the bed.
"It must be nice, having a place to go home to every night." Sam said sitting down on the bed. He had that sad look in his eyes; I sat next to him and held his hand.
"You really never had a home did you?" I said softly after a few minutes of silence. I thought back to when we were kids, he had never mentioned his house or any other family ties other than Dean, his dad, and Bobby.
"We mostly spent our time in gross motel rooms, or the Impala, Dad used to go off on trips and Dean would take care of me most of the time. The only thing we ever had that felt like a home was when we went over to your house. I used to count down the days when I could come over and see you." He looked over at me then, he had these puppy dog eyes and a sheepish smile on his face.
I smiled back at him, "Well the days you guys came over were the happiest days of my life. Mom was still alive, Dad didn't hunt, I didn't have to worry about Dad when he went off on those trips. After Mom died Bobby and Ellen took turns taking care of me, Joe was practically my sister." I said, I had never been able to talk to anyone like this before.
Sam nodded, we were the only people that could understand each other, we knew what the other was going through. Sam pulled me on to his lap and we both just sat there, holding on to each other. I put my head into the crook of his shoulder and he rested his head on the top of mine. We didn't speak, and at one point we both just fell asleep.
I woke up at around eight thirty with my head on Sam's chest, his arm wrapped around me. I looked down; we were both wearing the clothes that we wore yesterday. I just listened to the sound of his heartbeat, the steady rhythm of his breath. A few minutes later I sighed and shimmied my body away from his grasp, he groaned slightly but didn't wake up. I smiled and walked down the hall to my bathroom to take a shower.
