Hi everyone! Thought after my last two Dean + OC stories went rather well I should write some Sam + OC. Enjoy! Reviews make me happy!
"What's that?" Dean asked as Sam walked into the kitchen carrying a notepad and chewing on the end of a pencil.
"The list," Sam said, sliding the paper across the table.
"Of what?" Dean asked.
"Thing's Natalia is paralyzingly scared of," Sam replied, "As of twenty minutes ago."
"Excuse me?" Dean asked, "So this girl, who was born in the Soviet Union, survived cancer, was tortured by a shapeshifter, and has since helped us gank three angry spirits, a werewolf pack and two weird Japanese demon things, is afraid of…"
"Skin on skin contact with people who aren't me," Sam recited, "Deer. Mice - up to and including cartoon mice. Squirrels and raccoons - but not opossums. People wearing hoods. Raw meat - chicken and fish seem to be fine. Moths. Ants. Cockroaches. Not spiders…interestingly enough. Very small dogs and/or dogs with very short hair - large fluffy ones are fine. Creaky doors and/or gates. Hail. Fog. Wind chimes. And wind. Wind is really more of a category of phobias with her. Potato mashers. Coffee makers. I'm frankly too scared to ask about those two at the point. And being alone."
"So you…" Dean prompted and gestured at the hallway.
"Will be getting back to her in a minute," Sam said, "She's in the shower. Took about a week and a half to get her over that particular phobia."
"Bathing?" Dean asked.
"Showers," Sam clarified, "Her um…husband…before he turned shapeshifter, used to…waterboard her. For fun apparently. But I'm glad she's gotten past that one. Washing all that hair in the sink got old very fast."
"And you don't mind helping her deal with all this?" Dean asked.
"Not really," Sam replied, "I mind that she has to deal with it. I don't mind helping. She's getting a lot better."
"You love her don't you?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, man," Sam replied, swatting his brother with the notebook, "Why the hell do you think I've dragged her across the country with us?"
"I mean…she speaks nine languages including six dead ones. And she knows old school herbal magic," Dean replied, "She summoned the ghost of a saint. That's kinda useful."
"Sam!" Natalia called from down the hall.
Sam picked up his notebook and made for the door.
"She is useful Dean," he replied, turning back briefly to make eye contact with his brother, "But I would still want to wake up next to her every day even if she weren't."