Sam Winchester Rp, Dean's Here Too But Hes Picky

Sam groaned, “em of course I don’t think you will judge me, just….it makes my head all weird. You’re my bestie and I don’t wanna randomly wake up from a wet dream where you happen to be the star, how the fuck am I gonna eat my damn breakfast burrito if all I see is your face and my….” he shook his head, “ahh! Never mind silly little one I love you, we are good I promise.” He said giving her hand a light squeeze and opening her door for her.

“Okay, okay. I don’t want to traumatise you.” She joked as she handed him her bag and got into the car with a bright smile she wasn’t entirely feeling. His words a solid reminder that they were friends. Nothing more than friends and that he thought thinking of her in any other way would be very wrong. The next few days were going to be difficult as it was without entertaining the possibility that maybe this could be something it wasn’t. She couldn’t lose her best friend just because she was- was emotional. It was just weddings and pretending to be with him that were messing with her head.

He laughed at her, really he just didn’t want her to know she was already the star of far more of his dreams than he’d care to admit, particularly in their current situation. He placed all the bags in the trunk, save the cooler with snacks, and got in the car. “Here you are snack queen. You is in charge of all snacks for he trip.” He said with a smile, trying to get back to himself.

“All the snacks? I will have to be careful the power doesn’t go to my head.” She smiled as she took the cooler and placed it carefully by her feet. “So, boyfriend of mine, what do I need to know before we get there? I don’t want to go accidentally embarrassing you or anything.”

He laughed, “dads a hard ass, like boarder like douche bag, yes I just said that. Dean, is….well kinda the same but much bigger heart he refuses to admit he has. And Adam, well he’s actually great. Had a rough growing up, we actually didn’t meet till he was like 13 and I was 17 I believe. But he’s a giant sweet heart, pretty sure he’s gay. But we will let him figure that out on his own.” He said with a chuckle.

“This is the way you describe your family?  Nice.” she chuckled.  “So what’ve you said about me?  How would you describe your wonderful, amazing girlfriend since you describe your family as two boarder like douche bags and a closeted gay?” Raising an eyebrow she looked over at him with a smile, truly curious how he would describe her and figuring she would get a sarcastic answer.

Sam scoffed and half his hand over his chest, “and who says I don’t LIKE my two douche bags and closet gay? Hu? Nooo one! They are epic, dads an ex marine who is still running his own gun range and super involved with the community and Dean well meh he’ll figure his shit out in his own time. And Adam, well dude that poor kids life was all kinds of fucked up, if he wants to sit in the closet forever that’s ok with me he’s still super fucking sweet, and smart as shit dude, like irritatingly so.” He said laughing at himself. “And you, well you is the tiny one whoms is perfect other than you leave the damn step stool out and I kick it in the dark.” He said only half joking.

“Well if you just got the high stuff or lifted me up to get it then I wouldn’t need to use the damn step stool and you wouldn’t walk into it with your massive giant legs.” she shot back with mock offense.  “Although that would mean you being with me like 100% of the time just in case there’s something up high so fair enough.  That’s not the only thing I do that drives you crazy though.  You’re always early and I’m always just about there on time.  You like to get up early and I like to lay in bed til midday if I can help it.  You like kale.  I don’t think I need to say anything more than that.”  she smiled a little sadly, knowing there were a billion reasons why she was not the girl for him.  

“Maybe that’s karma for the kale! Oh My God! I can’t believe you’ve been forcing me to eat kale!  That… that’s…” she trailed off shaking her head, her eyes wide in disbelief.  “You serious?  You get me to eat kale all the time?  I’m not sure how I feel about that.  This changes our relationship entirely you sneaky bastard.” she tried to hold back a smile but it was tugging at the corners of her lips.  In truth, she didn’t really mind kale but he looked so damned adorable when he got all frustrated with her about it she couldn’t help herself.  “Here was me about to offer to tend to your bruises and make you feel better about the step when all the time you’ve been plying me with kale.  You’re lucky I love ya because nobody else would get away with pulling that sort of shit.” she punched his arm playfully. 

“But maybe she is like that because she’s supposed to be with you and I ruined it.” she looked at him with big, sad eyes, her bottom lip resting between her teeth.  “I don’t know, I just figured she is gorgeous and slim with an ass you could bounce a quarter on and a sizable rack and… I don’t know.  I’ve never really figured out what your type is.” she looked at him curiously.  “Samster?  What is your type?  All this time I could have been setting you up, you never know I may know the perfect person for you.  Come on, you can guess what my type is and I can tell you how close you are then you can tell me how close my guess is.”

Sam rolled his eyes so hard at her he thought it actually hurt a bit, “you’re a dork. My type isn’t a size or shape or ass that quarters can bounce off of. Bleh. I mean ass is nice don’t get me wrong, but em, do you really see me so shallow?” He asked wondering if she assumed he hadn’t been dayonfbevuse he hadn’t found a women who meet his standards of beauty, “the fuck chick? I need mental stimulation, or The both of us would wind up so board we would both cheat!”

“So the sexy librarian type? Yeah, I can see that. Deep philosophical conversations filled with long words I don’t have a clue about. So, smart’s your turn on? Damn. I never stood a chance.” She sighed dramatically, only mostly joking.

“This bitch, so you hear half of what I say?” He said making fun of her but also exasperated, how the fuck does one day YOU, without saying it? “Nah, she doesn’t have to be a philosopher, or every super smart just not stupid, she can’t be just her body, cuz these things they have a self life duh!” He said Patting her head.

“I don’t think I’ll ever figure you out.” she sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder.  “I think I could spend my entire life tryin’ and still not get it right.  I must frustrate the hell outta ya.” she smirked.  This was nice, just the two of them.  She wasn’t lying, she could easily spend the rest of her life trying to figure him out and that kinda sounded appealing.

He smiled and felt his face go hot, “Man it won’t take that long you’re like half way there and we’ve only know one another for like three years.” He told her knowing what that sounded like.

“Halfway there?  Really?”  she glanced up at him in surprise.  “I’m thinking the other half is all the important stuff you don’t like talking to me about so I figure it’s gonna take more than three more years, especially working out all your kinks.  I know, I know you don’t wanna make it weird but I’m intrigued and I swear I will wear you down one day.” she smirked before leaning her head on his shoulder again.

Sam huffed out of his nose at her, “let’s make it part of the weekend then? You have to tell me weird shit too in return for weird shit about me? Butttttt! Only one per day!” He said for some reason feeling like he mine as well try..

“Really?” she sat up and turned to him, excitement written all over her face.  “I get to learn weird shit about you?!? Do I get to choose or if your brother lets something slip does that count as my thing?  Can it be anything?  Oh, oh, oh Sam, this is gonna be awesome.  You go first then I get an idea of how weird this is gonna get.  What do you wanna know?  Anything.”  she smiled brightly.  There was only one or two things she really didn’t want to tell him and they were pretty much about the sex dream she’d had about him and the possibility that she might actually have feelings for him.  

Her reaction was…more than he had expected. “Dean spilling secrets counts cuz then you have to too, not fairnjf you’ve already gotten a secret then another and I don’t. But weird as it gets eventually. Like when I shower I have to use it as this like weird ass cleaning ceremony or my whole fucking days thrown off, you know aura holes and shit dude it really frustrates me when I forget.” He explained, knowing she didn’t know much about his spirituality, or his weird ass empath shit, and expecting her to laugh at him.

“Okay, this just brings up more questions so am I allowed to ask follow up questions specific to the thing?  Like, I know about aura’s but what are aura holes? What is this cleaning ceremony?  Seriously man, you’ve gotta give me more about this.” she said, genuinely interested, turning in her seat to look at him with a soft smile.  

Her smile, it did things to his heart he didn’t know if he was ready for. But he smiled back and shook his head, “cleansing, not cleaning, my bad. Also your aura is like an extension of your body, and soul. And well if ya don’t take care of it you get holes, especially when you’re as fucking empathetic as my stupid ass is.” He tried to explain without sounding too, much. “And yes fallow up questions are allowed to an extent. But that goes for me too, so you’re turn oh tiny one.” He said mocking her, booping her nose on the way to the cooler, but he couldn’t reach so he pouted at em to see if she’d grab snacks, even though they had only been on the road for an hour and a half.

“My turn?  Already?  But I still have questions.” she whined, pouting playfully.  “I wanna know what this ceremony entails and I’m filing away the ‘empathetic’ thing for later questions.” she said as she reached for the snacks and popped a carrot stick into his mouth.  “Okay.  One of my weird things nobody knows.  So, when I get stressed I go upside down.  Like, if there’s room I’ll do a headstand against a wall or lay with my head off the end of the bed or the sofa.  It clears my head.  Is that a good enough one or do I need to do better?” she frowned, not sure if he would want something more.

Sam smiled, “well now that you told me yours we can still talk about mine, but you do know that is both physiologically and spiritually pernent? Like it helps blood flow to your brain, and also your energy rebalance, it’s like literally jumpstaring your whole body, little one you’re smart for doing that.” He tried to explain without sounding to weird, but he found it fascinating that she did this, it was also very yoga like, and well Sam would have killed it teach her yoga.

“It’s just something I’ve done from being small.” She shrugged. “I do like the whole ‘jumpstarting my whole body’ idea though. Can we just go back to you in the shower for a moment?” She asked and the mental image that question brought up sent a warm tingle through her body. “I wanna know more about this cleansing thing, I want to know if it’s something I should be doing. I don’t want holes in my aura. I need details. Is it every time you shower or just certain times of day? What does it entail? Come on, spill it.” She lay her hand on his thigh as she leaned forward a little to beg him for more information.

Her cheeks flushed a little and she dipped her head, trying to hide how spot on his teasing question was by letting out an amused huff through her nose. “I may now have a very interesting mental image of you dancing in the shower but yeah, the managing your energy kinda makes sense. It’s like, if someone’s a mood hoover they just sap all the positivity from everyone around them but if you send out positive energy you kinda get that back. The universe gives you what you put out there.” She hummed thoughtfully, leaning over to grab some more snacks, considering one of the kale laced brownies.

Sam smiled, good, they could both be overtly uncomfortable together, he thought with a small smile. “Yes! But also you keep others crap from messing with yours cuz some people don’t even realize what they are just spewing out at you!” Sam said with a smile, watching her, he swatted her hand, “no no you know it’s all kale infected right?” He said teasing her!

Scrunching her nose she huffed a small sigh.  “Damn you and your kale.  Now there’s these brownies that I can’t have and that makes me want them even more even though I know it’s probably a really bad idea because- because of the kale but they look so good and…” she subconsciously licked her lips.  “I don’t know.  The brownies are kinda like you.  Yummy on the outside but filled with fucking kale.” she sighed dramatically before looking over at him with a grin. 

Sam busted out laughing at her. “Ahh you’re too cute girl. Really the cookies are just regular ones, but the brownies aren’t. And there’s the one humas you like and the blue chips, that you don’t hate.” He explained that he’d purposely packed things he knew that she liked along with healthy-ish aide to them.

“You know what?  Some girl is gonna be so damn lucky to be with you.  You actually pay attention and you have no idea how rare that is.  You take in all this information and store it, like my favourite snacks, and I’m just your friend.  Imagine all the sorts of things you’d pick up about someone you were actually into.” Leaning forward she grabbed the hummus and chips before moving back to lean against him.  “We can do this, right?  Me and you can be a believable couple.  I don’t wanna screw this up for you.” she was beginning to feel nervous.  Sure, she’d always said Sam would make a great boyfriend but recently she had been seeing all the little things that she would wish for in a partner and now to play the role without the actual commitment, that was dangerous.  This was all an act for him and she needed to remind herself that it had to be an act for her too.  He was not hers and he wasn’t about to be.

Sam sighed far more heavy than he had mean to. “You know just as an FYI it’s cuz I love you. I don’t pay attention to weird shit for other people. I know all this about dad and dean, and even Adam, you are just one of those now, the peoples I love, in this stupid world.” He tried to explain realizing it came out for more….more than he had intended. “Besides it’s not hard to just act like that love is romantic is it?”

“So you love me like you love Dean and Adam? Like a sister?” She tried to keep the disappointment from her voice and kicked herself. Surely it was better to be an extension of his family than to not have him in her life at all. “You know what, you’re right. We can do this. We’re already pretty close so the personal space thing isn’t an issue, we can and sometimes have finished each other’s sentences. Are there any off limit things here? I mean, obviously there’s not gonna be any sex but like, would you freak out if we had to kiss or something? I would ask you NOT to touch my ass because that’s kinda a thing for me and unless we really are crossing lines here you’re not gonna wanna deal with the consequences of such actions. See, there’s another weird thing about me so now you share, that’s how it works right?” She asked, her cheeks hot at her confession.

Her anxiety made him feel a little less anxious, ya least she was just as frazzled as he was. He laughed at her too, “well now I’ll keep that for later.” He said with a smirk. “And if things get blurred we will figure it out sweetie. If you ever get uncomfortable you tell me ok?” He said softly. “And my ass too, don’t go a groping unless you want to get it back ok?” He said with a wink.

Sam hears a crunch as she finishes her sentence, “you sure it was a man?” Sam whispered taking he girls arm and dragging her away from the noise. “Where sweetie? Where did it stab you? Can you sit here or should we leave now?” He wanted to kill the thing, now. But if this girl died because of his own impatience he would never forgive himself?

The girl rolls up her shirt revealing a deep stab wound just underneath her ribs and diaphragm. Bandaging the wound would ensure that she can get to the hospital alive, and it might give sam enough time to kill whatever is after the kid.

Her wound was to close to her lungs and diaphragm for sams liking. “Let’s get you out of here.” He said firmly, a windego on ones own wasn’t smart any way, especially with a wounded person along for the ride. “Believe me I will get the dude.” Sam said softly leading her to the car he had rented.

“I don’t wanna get blood in your car sir.” The girl shyly says, before yelping as she trips over a stone.

Sam smiled, and lightly lifted her up. “That’s not an issue sweetie leather cleans pretty easy.” He said as he lead her to his brand new charger.

The girl nods before introducing herself as Ace. Once in the car Ace starts mumbling to herself, shes borderline delirious.

“Nice to meet you ace. Let’s go get you to a doc k? Keep talkingnif you can, that kind of blood loss isn’t good.”

“What’s your name?” Ace weakly asks fighting to stay awake.

“Sam, Winchester. Nice to meet you ace. How old are you?”

Sam groaned, “em of course I don’t think you will judge me, just….it makes my head all weird. You’re my bestie and I don’t wanna randomly wake up from a wet dream where you happen to be the star, how the fuck am I gonna eat my damn breakfast burrito if all I see is your face and my….” he shook his head, “ahh! Never mind silly little one I love you, we are good I promise.” He said giving her hand a light squeeze and opening her door for her.

“Okay, okay. I don’t want to traumatise you.” She joked as she handed him her bag and got into the car with a bright smile she wasn’t entirely feeling. His words a solid reminder that they were friends. Nothing more than friends and that he thought thinking of her in any other way would be very wrong. The next few days were going to be difficult as it was without entertaining the possibility that maybe this could be something it wasn’t. She couldn’t lose her best friend just because she was- was emotional. It was just weddings and pretending to be with him that were messing with her head.

He laughed at her, really he just didn’t want her to know she was already the star of far more of his dreams than he’d care to admit, particularly in their current situation. He placed all the bags in the trunk, save the cooler with snacks, and got in the car. “Here you are snack queen. You is in charge of all snacks for he trip.” He said with a smile, trying to get back to himself.

“All the snacks? I will have to be careful the power doesn’t go to my head.” She smiled as she took the cooler and placed it carefully by her feet. “So, boyfriend of mine, what do I need to know before we get there? I don’t want to go accidentally embarrassing you or anything.”

He laughed, “dads a hard ass, like boarder like douche bag, yes I just said that. Dean, is….well kinda the same but much bigger heart he refuses to admit he has. And Adam, well he’s actually great. Had a rough growing up, we actually didn’t meet till he was like 13 and I was 17 I believe. But he’s a giant sweet heart, pretty sure he’s gay. But we will let him figure that out on his own.” He said with a chuckle.

“This is the way you describe your family?  Nice.” she chuckled.  “So what’ve you said about me?  How would you describe your wonderful, amazing girlfriend since you describe your family as two boarder like douche bags and a closeted gay?” Raising an eyebrow she looked over at him with a smile, truly curious how he would describe her and figuring she would get a sarcastic answer.

Sam scoffed and half his hand over his chest, “and who says I don’t LIKE my two douche bags and closet gay? Hu? Nooo one! They are epic, dads an ex marine who is still running his own gun range and super involved with the community and Dean well meh he’ll figure his shit out in his own time. And Adam, well dude that poor kids life was all kinds of fucked up, if he wants to sit in the closet forever that’s ok with me he’s still super fucking sweet, and smart as shit dude, like irritatingly so.” He said laughing at himself. “And you, well you is the tiny one whoms is perfect other than you leave the damn step stool out and I kick it in the dark.” He said only half joking.

“Well if you just got the high stuff or lifted me up to get it then I wouldn’t need to use the damn step stool and you wouldn’t walk into it with your massive giant legs.” she shot back with mock offense.  “Although that would mean you being with me like 100% of the time just in case there’s something up high so fair enough.  That’s not the only thing I do that drives you crazy though.  You’re always early and I’m always just about there on time.  You like to get up early and I like to lay in bed til midday if I can help it.  You like kale.  I don’t think I need to say anything more than that.”  she smiled a little sadly, knowing there were a billion reasons why she was not the girl for him.  

“Maybe that’s karma for the kale! Oh My God! I can’t believe you’ve been forcing me to eat kale!  That… that’s…” she trailed off shaking her head, her eyes wide in disbelief.  “You serious?  You get me to eat kale all the time?  I’m not sure how I feel about that.  This changes our relationship entirely you sneaky bastard.” she tried to hold back a smile but it was tugging at the corners of her lips.  In truth, she didn’t really mind kale but he looked so damned adorable when he got all frustrated with her about it she couldn’t help herself.  “Here was me about to offer to tend to your bruises and make you feel better about the step when all the time you’ve been plying me with kale.  You’re lucky I love ya because nobody else would get away with pulling that sort of shit.” she punched his arm playfully. 

“But maybe she is like that because she’s supposed to be with you and I ruined it.” she looked at him with big, sad eyes, her bottom lip resting between her teeth.  “I don’t know, I just figured she is gorgeous and slim with an ass you could bounce a quarter on and a sizable rack and… I don’t know.  I’ve never really figured out what your type is.” she looked at him curiously.  “Samster?  What is your type?  All this time I could have been setting you up, you never know I may know the perfect person for you.  Come on, you can guess what my type is and I can tell you how close you are then you can tell me how close my guess is.”

Sam rolled his eyes so hard at her he thought it actually hurt a bit, “you’re a dork. My type isn’t a size or shape or ass that quarters can bounce off of. Bleh. I mean ass is nice don’t get me wrong, but em, do you really see me so shallow?” He asked wondering if she assumed he hadn’t been dayonfbevuse he hadn’t found a women who meet his standards of beauty, “the fuck chick? I need mental stimulation, or The both of us would wind up so board we would both cheat!”

“So the sexy librarian type? Yeah, I can see that. Deep philosophical conversations filled with long words I don’t have a clue about. So, smart’s your turn on? Damn. I never stood a chance.” She sighed dramatically, only mostly joking.

“This bitch, so you hear half of what I say?” He said making fun of her but also exasperated, how the fuck does one day YOU, without saying it? “Nah, she doesn’t have to be a philosopher, or every super smart just not stupid, she can’t be just her body, cuz these things they have a self life duh!” He said Patting her head.

“I don’t think I’ll ever figure you out.” she sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder.  “I think I could spend my entire life tryin’ and still not get it right.  I must frustrate the hell outta ya.” she smirked.  This was nice, just the two of them.  She wasn’t lying, she could easily spend the rest of her life trying to figure him out and that kinda sounded appealing.

He smiled and felt his face go hot, “Man it won’t take that long you’re like half way there and we’ve only know one another for like three years.” He told her knowing what that sounded like.

“Halfway there?  Really?”  she glanced up at him in surprise.  “I’m thinking the other half is all the important stuff you don’t like talking to me about so I figure it’s gonna take more than three more years, especially working out all your kinks.  I know, I know you don’t wanna make it weird but I’m intrigued and I swear I will wear you down one day.” she smirked before leaning her head on his shoulder again.

Sam huffed out of his nose at her, “let’s make it part of the weekend then? You have to tell me weird shit too in return for weird shit about me? Butttttt! Only one per day!” He said for some reason feeling like he mine as well try..

“Really?” she sat up and turned to him, excitement written all over her face.  “I get to learn weird shit about you?!? Do I get to choose or if your brother lets something slip does that count as my thing?  Can it be anything?  Oh, oh, oh Sam, this is gonna be awesome.  You go first then I get an idea of how weird this is gonna get.  What do you wanna know?  Anything.”  she smiled brightly.  There was only one or two things she really didn’t want to tell him and they were pretty much about the sex dream she’d had about him and the possibility that she might actually have feelings for him.  

Her reaction was…more than he had expected. “Dean spilling secrets counts cuz then you have to too, not fairnjf you’ve already gotten a secret then another and I don’t. But weird as it gets eventually. Like when I shower I have to use it as this like weird ass cleaning ceremony or my whole fucking days thrown off, you know aura holes and shit dude it really frustrates me when I forget.” He explained, knowing she didn’t know much about his spirituality, or his weird ass empath shit, and expecting her to laugh at him.

“Okay, this just brings up more questions so am I allowed to ask follow up questions specific to the thing?  Like, I know about aura’s but what are aura holes? What is this cleaning ceremony?  Seriously man, you’ve gotta give me more about this.” she said, genuinely interested, turning in her seat to look at him with a soft smile.  

Her smile, it did things to his heart he didn’t know if he was ready for. But he smiled back and shook his head, “cleansing, not cleaning, my bad. Also your aura is like an extension of your body, and soul. And well if ya don’t take care of it you get holes, especially when you’re as fucking empathetic as my stupid ass is.” He tried to explain without sounding too, much. “And yes fallow up questions are allowed to an extent. But that goes for me too, so you’re turn oh tiny one.” He said mocking her, booping her nose on the way to the cooler, but he couldn’t reach so he pouted at em to see if she’d grab snacks, even though they had only been on the road for an hour and a half.

“My turn?  Already?  But I still have questions.” she whined, pouting playfully.  “I wanna know what this ceremony entails and I’m filing away the ‘empathetic’ thing for later questions.” she said as she reached for the snacks and popped a carrot stick into his mouth.  “Okay.  One of my weird things nobody knows.  So, when I get stressed I go upside down.  Like, if there’s room I’ll do a headstand against a wall or lay with my head off the end of the bed or the sofa.  It clears my head.  Is that a good enough one or do I need to do better?” she frowned, not sure if he would want something more.

Sam smiled, “well now that you told me yours we can still talk about mine, but you do know that is both physiologically and spiritually pernent? Like it helps blood flow to your brain, and also your energy rebalance, it’s like literally jumpstaring your whole body, little one you’re smart for doing that.” He tried to explain without sounding to weird, but he found it fascinating that she did this, it was also very yoga like, and well Sam would have killed it teach her yoga.

“It’s just something I’ve done from being small.” She shrugged. “I do like the whole ‘jumpstarting my whole body’ idea though. Can we just go back to you in the shower for a moment?” She asked and the mental image that question brought up sent a warm tingle through her body. “I wanna know more about this cleansing thing, I want to know if it’s something I should be doing. I don’t want holes in my aura. I need details. Is it every time you shower or just certain times of day? What does it entail? Come on, spill it.” She lay her hand on his thigh as she leaned forward a little to beg him for more information.

Her cheeks flushed a little and she dipped her head, trying to hide how spot on his teasing question was by letting out an amused huff through her nose. “I may now have a very interesting mental image of you dancing in the shower but yeah, the managing your energy kinda makes sense. It’s like, if someone’s a mood hoover they just sap all the positivity from everyone around them but if you send out positive energy you kinda get that back. The universe gives you what you put out there.” She hummed thoughtfully, leaning over to grab some more snacks, considering one of the kale laced brownies.

Sam smiled, good, they could both be overtly uncomfortable together, he thought with a small smile. “Yes! But also you keep others crap from messing with yours cuz some people don’t even realize what they are just spewing out at you!” Sam said with a smile, watching her, he swatted her hand, “no no you know it’s all kale infected right?” He said teasing her!

Scrunching her nose she huffed a small sigh.  “Damn you and your kale.  Now there’s these brownies that I can’t have and that makes me want them even more even though I know it’s probably a really bad idea because- because of the kale but they look so good and…” she subconsciously licked her lips.  “I don’t know.  The brownies are kinda like you.  Yummy on the outside but filled with fucking kale.” she sighed dramatically before looking over at him with a grin. 

Sam busted out laughing at her. “Ahh you’re too cute girl. Really the cookies are just regular ones, but the brownies aren’t. And there’s the one humas you like and the blue chips, that you don’t hate.” He explained that he’d purposely packed things he knew that she liked along with healthy-ish aide to them.

“You know what?  Some girl is gonna be so damn lucky to be with you.  You actually pay attention and you have no idea how rare that is.  You take in all this information and store it, like my favourite snacks, and I’m just your friend.  Imagine all the sorts of things you’d pick up about someone you were actually into.” Leaning forward she grabbed the hummus and chips before moving back to lean against him.  “We can do this, right?  Me and you can be a believable couple.  I don’t wanna screw this up for you.” she was beginning to feel nervous.  Sure, she’d always said Sam would make a great boyfriend but recently she had been seeing all the little things that she would wish for in a partner and now to play the role without the actual commitment, that was dangerous.  This was all an act for him and she needed to remind herself that it had to be an act for her too.  He was not hers and he wasn’t about to be.

Sam sighed far more heavy than he had mean to. “You know just as an FYI it’s cuz I love you. I don’t pay attention to weird shit for other people. I know all this about dad and dean, and even Adam, you are just one of those now, the peoples I love, in this stupid world.” He tried to explain realizing it came out for more....more than he had intended. “Besides it’s not hard to just act like that love is romantic is it?”

Sam watched Deans face and wondered if he would wake, then he felt it, “Fuck!” He yelled wondering if his organs would stay in after the slash he had just been self.

The youngest vampire leaps into action and kills her own nest members before running over to Sam’s side. “Will you let me help you?” She asks.

Sam looked at the small girl, worried about what she meant by help, but we’ll die or let her help him? He shook his head, and felt himself drift off.

The young vampire sighs before biting her wrist before allowing a few drops fall into Sam’s mouth. “I’m sorry sir.” She numbles. “I just can’t let you die.”

Sam felt himself wake up, groggy and sick feeling, Dean lay on the ground still, and Sam assumed he was gone. He sat there, trying to figure out what the fuck those noises he could hear were, eyes still closed.

Ruby nodded. “Uh, she has a needle in her arm I don’t think I can touch her without getting the needle stuck in me,” she said, putting on a pair of clean gloves she had in her pocket. Soon, they somehow got her back to the club and Ruby poured water over Wendy’s head.

Gema snorted, helping Ruby get the junkie back to the club house, she laughed when Wendy woke started, she was all groggy Jaxson walked into the bar loookg for them.

Ruby sighed as she put the glass back. “Now then. Listen up crackhead, you will never ever see Abel ever again. Your rights will be terminated legally of course and you will not try to contact to see Abel or Jax. Got it bitch? Because I will have your ass thrown in prison,” Ruby said, looking down on her. Ruby is pregnant, but she’s damn scary when she’s pissed.

Gema felt her face crawl into a real genuine smile, Ruby was someone Jaxson should be with not this stupid junky. “And if you think she’s kidding, which she isn’t, you know who I am, and I do not joke about my boys. You. Are. No. One. If you ever come poking around again you will be no more. Do you understand Wendy?”

Ruby crosses her arms and nodded in agreement. “Now, I want you to take a taxi and go back to your house. I will have my lawyer send you the papers for you to sign to terminate your rights,” she said, really wanting to kill Wendy right there and then.

Wendy suddenly went still, “no. I won’t give him away.” She tried to straighten her back, Gema smacked her as fast as she said it. “It’s not an option, sign them or you will be taken care of Wendy.”

Sam hears a crunch as she finishes her sentence, “you sure it was a man?” Sam whispered taking he girls arm and dragging her away from the noise. “Where sweetie? Where did it stab you? Can you sit here or should we leave now?” He wanted to kill the thing, now. But if this girl died because of his own impatience he would never forgive himself?

The girl rolls up her shirt revealing a deep stab wound just underneath her ribs and diaphragm. Bandaging the wound would ensure that she can get to the hospital alive, and it might give sam enough time to kill whatever is after the kid.

Her wound was to close to her lungs and diaphragm for sams liking. “Let’s get you out of here.” He said firmly, a windego on ones own wasn’t smart any way, especially with a wounded person along for the ride. “Believe me I will get the dude.” Sam said softly leading her to the car he had rented.

“I don’t wanna get blood in your car sir.” The girl shyly says, before yelping as she trips over a stone.

Sam smiled, and lightly lifted her up. “That’s not an issue sweetie leather cleans pretty easy.” He said as he lead her to his brand new charger.

The girl nods before introducing herself as Ace. Once in the car Ace starts mumbling to herself, shes borderline delirious.

“Nice to meet you ace. Let’s go get you to a doc k? Keep talkingnif you can, that kind of blood loss isn’t good.”

Sam watched Deans face and wondered if he would wake, then he felt it, “Fuck!” He yelled wondering if his organs would stay in after the slash he had just been self.

The youngest vampire leaps into action and kills her own nest members before running over to Sam’s side. “Will you let me help you?” She asks.

Sam looked at the small girl, worried about what she meant by help, but we’ll die or let her help him? He shook his head, and felt himself drift off.

Sam groaned, “em of course I don’t think you will judge me, just….it makes my head all weird. You’re my bestie and I don’t wanna randomly wake up from a wet dream where you happen to be the star, how the fuck am I gonna eat my damn breakfast burrito if all I see is your face and my….” he shook his head, “ahh! Never mind silly little one I love you, we are good I promise.” He said giving her hand a light squeeze and opening her door for her.

“Okay, okay. I don’t want to traumatise you.” She joked as she handed him her bag and got into the car with a bright smile she wasn’t entirely feeling. His words a solid reminder that they were friends. Nothing more than friends and that he thought thinking of her in any other way would be very wrong. The next few days were going to be difficult as it was without entertaining the possibility that maybe this could be something it wasn’t. She couldn’t lose her best friend just because she was- was emotional. It was just weddings and pretending to be with him that were messing with her head.

He laughed at her, really he just didn’t want her to know she was already the star of far more of his dreams than he’d care to admit, particularly in their current situation. He placed all the bags in the trunk, save the cooler with snacks, and got in the car. “Here you are snack queen. You is in charge of all snacks for he trip.” He said with a smile, trying to get back to himself.

“All the snacks? I will have to be careful the power doesn’t go to my head.” She smiled as she took the cooler and placed it carefully by her feet. “So, boyfriend of mine, what do I need to know before we get there? I don’t want to go accidentally embarrassing you or anything.”

He laughed, “dads a hard ass, like boarder like douche bag, yes I just said that. Dean, is….well kinda the same but much bigger heart he refuses to admit he has. And Adam, well he’s actually great. Had a rough growing up, we actually didn’t meet till he was like 13 and I was 17 I believe. But he’s a giant sweet heart, pretty sure he’s gay. But we will let him figure that out on his own.” He said with a chuckle.

“This is the way you describe your family?  Nice.” she chuckled.  “So what’ve you said about me?  How would you describe your wonderful, amazing girlfriend since you describe your family as two boarder like douche bags and a closeted gay?” Raising an eyebrow she looked over at him with a smile, truly curious how he would describe her and figuring she would get a sarcastic answer.

Sam scoffed and half his hand over his chest, “and who says I don’t LIKE my two douche bags and closet gay? Hu? Nooo one! They are epic, dads an ex marine who is still running his own gun range and super involved with the community and Dean well meh he’ll figure his shit out in his own time. And Adam, well dude that poor kids life was all kinds of fucked up, if he wants to sit in the closet forever that’s ok with me he’s still super fucking sweet, and smart as shit dude, like irritatingly so.” He said laughing at himself. “And you, well you is the tiny one whoms is perfect other than you leave the damn step stool out and I kick it in the dark.” He said only half joking.

“Well if you just got the high stuff or lifted me up to get it then I wouldn’t need to use the damn step stool and you wouldn’t walk into it with your massive giant legs.” she shot back with mock offense.  “Although that would mean you being with me like 100% of the time just in case there’s something up high so fair enough.  That’s not the only thing I do that drives you crazy though.  You’re always early and I’m always just about there on time.  You like to get up early and I like to lay in bed til midday if I can help it.  You like kale.  I don’t think I need to say anything more than that.”  she smiled a little sadly, knowing there were a billion reasons why she was not the girl for him.  

“Maybe that’s karma for the kale! Oh My God! I can’t believe you’ve been forcing me to eat kale!  That… that’s…” she trailed off shaking her head, her eyes wide in disbelief.  “You serious?  You get me to eat kale all the time?  I’m not sure how I feel about that.  This changes our relationship entirely you sneaky bastard.” she tried to hold back a smile but it was tugging at the corners of her lips.  In truth, she didn’t really mind kale but he looked so damned adorable when he got all frustrated with her about it she couldn’t help herself.  “Here was me about to offer to tend to your bruises and make you feel better about the step when all the time you’ve been plying me with kale.  You’re lucky I love ya because nobody else would get away with pulling that sort of shit.” she punched his arm playfully. 

“But maybe she is like that because she’s supposed to be with you and I ruined it.” she looked at him with big, sad eyes, her bottom lip resting between her teeth.  “I don’t know, I just figured she is gorgeous and slim with an ass you could bounce a quarter on and a sizable rack and… I don’t know.  I’ve never really figured out what your type is.” she looked at him curiously.  “Samster?  What is your type?  All this time I could have been setting you up, you never know I may know the perfect person for you.  Come on, you can guess what my type is and I can tell you how close you are then you can tell me how close my guess is.”

Sam rolled his eyes so hard at her he thought it actually hurt a bit, “you’re a dork. My type isn’t a size or shape or ass that quarters can bounce off of. Bleh. I mean ass is nice don’t get me wrong, but em, do you really see me so shallow?” He asked wondering if she assumed he hadn’t been dayonfbevuse he hadn’t found a women who meet his standards of beauty, “the fuck chick? I need mental stimulation, or The both of us would wind up so board we would both cheat!”

“So the sexy librarian type? Yeah, I can see that. Deep philosophical conversations filled with long words I don’t have a clue about. So, smart’s your turn on? Damn. I never stood a chance.” She sighed dramatically, only mostly joking.

“This bitch, so you hear half of what I say?” He said making fun of her but also exasperated, how the fuck does one day YOU, without saying it? “Nah, she doesn’t have to be a philosopher, or every super smart just not stupid, she can’t be just her body, cuz these things they have a self life duh!” He said Patting her head.

“I don’t think I’ll ever figure you out.” she sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder.  “I think I could spend my entire life tryin’ and still not get it right.  I must frustrate the hell outta ya.” she smirked.  This was nice, just the two of them.  She wasn’t lying, she could easily spend the rest of her life trying to figure him out and that kinda sounded appealing.

He smiled and felt his face go hot, “Man it won’t take that long you’re like half way there and we’ve only know one another for like three years.” He told her knowing what that sounded like.

“Halfway there?  Really?”  she glanced up at him in surprise.  “I’m thinking the other half is all the important stuff you don’t like talking to me about so I figure it’s gonna take more than three more years, especially working out all your kinks.  I know, I know you don’t wanna make it weird but I’m intrigued and I swear I will wear you down one day.” she smirked before leaning her head on his shoulder again.

Sam huffed out of his nose at her, “let’s make it part of the weekend then? You have to tell me weird shit too in return for weird shit about me? Butttttt! Only one per day!” He said for some reason feeling like he mine as well try..

“Really?” she sat up and turned to him, excitement written all over her face.  “I get to learn weird shit about you?!? Do I get to choose or if your brother lets something slip does that count as my thing?  Can it be anything?  Oh, oh, oh Sam, this is gonna be awesome.  You go first then I get an idea of how weird this is gonna get.  What do you wanna know?  Anything.”  she smiled brightly.  There was only one or two things she really didn’t want to tell him and they were pretty much about the sex dream she’d had about him and the possibility that she might actually have feelings for him.  

Her reaction was…more than he had expected. “Dean spilling secrets counts cuz then you have to too, not fairnjf you’ve already gotten a secret then another and I don’t. But weird as it gets eventually. Like when I shower I have to use it as this like weird ass cleaning ceremony or my whole fucking days thrown off, you know aura holes and shit dude it really frustrates me when I forget.” He explained, knowing she didn’t know much about his spirituality, or his weird ass empath shit, and expecting her to laugh at him.

“Okay, this just brings up more questions so am I allowed to ask follow up questions specific to the thing?  Like, I know about aura’s but what are aura holes? What is this cleaning ceremony?  Seriously man, you’ve gotta give me more about this.” she said, genuinely interested, turning in her seat to look at him with a soft smile.  

Her smile, it did things to his heart he didn’t know if he was ready for. But he smiled back and shook his head, “cleansing, not cleaning, my bad. Also your aura is like an extension of your body, and soul. And well if ya don’t take care of it you get holes, especially when you’re as fucking empathetic as my stupid ass is.” He tried to explain without sounding too, much. “And yes fallow up questions are allowed to an extent. But that goes for me too, so you’re turn oh tiny one.” He said mocking her, booping her nose on the way to the cooler, but he couldn’t reach so he pouted at em to see if she’d grab snacks, even though they had only been on the road for an hour and a half.

“My turn?  Already?  But I still have questions.” she whined, pouting playfully.  “I wanna know what this ceremony entails and I’m filing away the ‘empathetic’ thing for later questions.” she said as she reached for the snacks and popped a carrot stick into his mouth.  “Okay.  One of my weird things nobody knows.  So, when I get stressed I go upside down.  Like, if there’s room I’ll do a headstand against a wall or lay with my head off the end of the bed or the sofa.  It clears my head.  Is that a good enough one or do I need to do better?” she frowned, not sure if he would want something more.

Sam smiled, “well now that you told me yours we can still talk about mine, but you do know that is both physiologically and spiritually pernent? Like it helps blood flow to your brain, and also your energy rebalance, it’s like literally jumpstaring your whole body, little one you’re smart for doing that.” He tried to explain without sounding to weird, but he found it fascinating that she did this, it was also very yoga like, and well Sam would have killed it teach her yoga.

“It’s just something I’ve done from being small.” She shrugged. “I do like the whole ‘jumpstarting my whole body’ idea though. Can we just go back to you in the shower for a moment?” She asked and the mental image that question brought up sent a warm tingle through her body. “I wanna know more about this cleansing thing, I want to know if it’s something I should be doing. I don’t want holes in my aura. I need details. Is it every time you shower or just certain times of day? What does it entail? Come on, spill it.” She lay her hand on his thigh as she leaned forward a little to beg him for more information.

Her cheeks flushed a little and she dipped her head, trying to hide how spot on his teasing question was by letting out an amused huff through her nose. “I may now have a very interesting mental image of you dancing in the shower but yeah, the managing your energy kinda makes sense. It’s like, if someone’s a mood hoover they just sap all the positivity from everyone around them but if you send out positive energy you kinda get that back. The universe gives you what you put out there.” She hummed thoughtfully, leaning over to grab some more snacks, considering one of the kale laced brownies.

Sam smiled, good, they could both be overtly uncomfortable together, he thought with a small smile. “Yes! But also you keep others crap from messing with yours cuz some people don’t even realize what they are just spewing out at you!” Sam said with a smile, watching her, he swatted her hand, “no no you know it’s all kale infected right?” He said teasing her!

Scrunching her nose she huffed a small sigh.  “Damn you and your kale.  Now there’s these brownies that I can’t have and that makes me want them even more even though I know it’s probably a really bad idea because- because of the kale but they look so good and…” she subconsciously licked her lips.  “I don’t know.  The brownies are kinda like you.  Yummy on the outside but filled with fucking kale.” she sighed dramatically before looking over at him with a grin. 

Sam busted out laughing at her. “Ahh you’re too cute girl. Really the cookies are just regular ones, but the brownies aren’t. And there’s the one humas you like and the blue chips, that you don’t hate.” He explained that he’d purposely packed things he knew that she liked along with healthy-ish aide to them.

Sam hears a crunch as she finishes her sentence, “you sure it was a man?” Sam whispered taking he girls arm and dragging her away from the noise. “Where sweetie? Where did it stab you? Can you sit here or should we leave now?” He wanted to kill the thing, now. But if this girl died because of his own impatience he would never forgive himself?

The girl rolls up her shirt revealing a deep stab wound just underneath her ribs and diaphragm. Bandaging the wound would ensure that she can get to the hospital alive, and it might give sam enough time to kill whatever is after the kid.

Her wound was to close to her lungs and diaphragm for sams liking. “Let’s get you out of here.” He said firmly, a windego on ones own wasn’t smart any way, especially with a wounded person along for the ride. “Believe me I will get the dude.” Sam said softly leading her to the car he had rented.

“I don’t wanna get blood in your car sir.” The girl shyly says, before yelping as she trips over a stone.

Sam smiled, and lightly lifted her up. “That’s not an issue sweetie leather cleans pretty easy.” He said as he lead her to his brand new charger.

Sam groaned, “em of course I don’t think you will judge me, just….it makes my head all weird. You’re my bestie and I don’t wanna randomly wake up from a wet dream where you happen to be the star, how the fuck am I gonna eat my damn breakfast burrito if all I see is your face and my….” he shook his head, “ahh! Never mind silly little one I love you, we are good I promise.” He said giving her hand a light squeeze and opening her door for her.

“Okay, okay. I don’t want to traumatise you.” She joked as she handed him her bag and got into the car with a bright smile she wasn’t entirely feeling. His words a solid reminder that they were friends. Nothing more than friends and that he thought thinking of her in any other way would be very wrong. The next few days were going to be difficult as it was without entertaining the possibility that maybe this could be something it wasn’t. She couldn’t lose her best friend just because she was- was emotional. It was just weddings and pretending to be with him that were messing with her head.

He laughed at her, really he just didn’t want her to know she was already the star of far more of his dreams than he’d care to admit, particularly in their current situation. He placed all the bags in the trunk, save the cooler with snacks, and got in the car. “Here you are snack queen. You is in charge of all snacks for he trip.” He said with a smile, trying to get back to himself.

“All the snacks? I will have to be careful the power doesn’t go to my head.” She smiled as she took the cooler and placed it carefully by her feet. “So, boyfriend of mine, what do I need to know before we get there? I don’t want to go accidentally embarrassing you or anything.”

He laughed, “dads a hard ass, like boarder like douche bag, yes I just said that. Dean, is….well kinda the same but much bigger heart he refuses to admit he has. And Adam, well he’s actually great. Had a rough growing up, we actually didn’t meet till he was like 13 and I was 17 I believe. But he’s a giant sweet heart, pretty sure he’s gay. But we will let him figure that out on his own.” He said with a chuckle.

“This is the way you describe your family?  Nice.” she chuckled.  “So what’ve you said about me?  How would you describe your wonderful, amazing girlfriend since you describe your family as two boarder like douche bags and a closeted gay?” Raising an eyebrow she looked over at him with a smile, truly curious how he would describe her and figuring she would get a sarcastic answer.

Sam scoffed and half his hand over his chest, “and who says I don’t LIKE my two douche bags and closet gay? Hu? Nooo one! They are epic, dads an ex marine who is still running his own gun range and super involved with the community and Dean well meh he’ll figure his shit out in his own time. And Adam, well dude that poor kids life was all kinds of fucked up, if he wants to sit in the closet forever that’s ok with me he’s still super fucking sweet, and smart as shit dude, like irritatingly so.” He said laughing at himself. “And you, well you is the tiny one whoms is perfect other than you leave the damn step stool out and I kick it in the dark.” He said only half joking.

“Well if you just got the high stuff or lifted me up to get it then I wouldn’t need to use the damn step stool and you wouldn’t walk into it with your massive giant legs.” she shot back with mock offense.  “Although that would mean you being with me like 100% of the time just in case there’s something up high so fair enough.  That’s not the only thing I do that drives you crazy though.  You’re always early and I’m always just about there on time.  You like to get up early and I like to lay in bed til midday if I can help it.  You like kale.  I don’t think I need to say anything more than that.”  she smiled a little sadly, knowing there were a billion reasons why she was not the girl for him.  

“Maybe that’s karma for the kale! Oh My God! I can’t believe you’ve been forcing me to eat kale!  That… that’s…” she trailed off shaking her head, her eyes wide in disbelief.  “You serious?  You get me to eat kale all the time?  I’m not sure how I feel about that.  This changes our relationship entirely you sneaky bastard.” she tried to hold back a smile but it was tugging at the corners of her lips.  In truth, she didn’t really mind kale but he looked so damned adorable when he got all frustrated with her about it she couldn’t help herself.  “Here was me about to offer to tend to your bruises and make you feel better about the step when all the time you’ve been plying me with kale.  You’re lucky I love ya because nobody else would get away with pulling that sort of shit.” she punched his arm playfully. 

“But maybe she is like that because she’s supposed to be with you and I ruined it.” she looked at him with big, sad eyes, her bottom lip resting between her teeth.  “I don’t know, I just figured she is gorgeous and slim with an ass you could bounce a quarter on and a sizable rack and… I don’t know.  I’ve never really figured out what your type is.” she looked at him curiously.  “Samster?  What is your type?  All this time I could have been setting you up, you never know I may know the perfect person for you.  Come on, you can guess what my type is and I can tell you how close you are then you can tell me how close my guess is.”

Sam rolled his eyes so hard at her he thought it actually hurt a bit, “you’re a dork. My type isn’t a size or shape or ass that quarters can bounce off of. Bleh. I mean ass is nice don’t get me wrong, but em, do you really see me so shallow?” He asked wondering if she assumed he hadn’t been dayonfbevuse he hadn’t found a women who meet his standards of beauty, “the fuck chick? I need mental stimulation, or The both of us would wind up so board we would both cheat!”

“So the sexy librarian type? Yeah, I can see that. Deep philosophical conversations filled with long words I don’t have a clue about. So, smart’s your turn on? Damn. I never stood a chance.” She sighed dramatically, only mostly joking.

“This bitch, so you hear half of what I say?” He said making fun of her but also exasperated, how the fuck does one day YOU, without saying it? “Nah, she doesn’t have to be a philosopher, or every super smart just not stupid, she can’t be just her body, cuz these things they have a self life duh!” He said Patting her head.

“I don’t think I’ll ever figure you out.” she sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder.  “I think I could spend my entire life tryin’ and still not get it right.  I must frustrate the hell outta ya.” she smirked.  This was nice, just the two of them.  She wasn’t lying, she could easily spend the rest of her life trying to figure him out and that kinda sounded appealing.

He smiled and felt his face go hot, “Man it won’t take that long you’re like half way there and we’ve only know one another for like three years.” He told her knowing what that sounded like.

“Halfway there?  Really?”  she glanced up at him in surprise.  “I’m thinking the other half is all the important stuff you don’t like talking to me about so I figure it’s gonna take more than three more years, especially working out all your kinks.  I know, I know you don’t wanna make it weird but I’m intrigued and I swear I will wear you down one day.” she smirked before leaning her head on his shoulder again.

Sam huffed out of his nose at her, “let’s make it part of the weekend then? You have to tell me weird shit too in return for weird shit about me? Butttttt! Only one per day!” He said for some reason feeling like he mine as well try..

“Really?” she sat up and turned to him, excitement written all over her face.  “I get to learn weird shit about you?!? Do I get to choose or if your brother lets something slip does that count as my thing?  Can it be anything?  Oh, oh, oh Sam, this is gonna be awesome.  You go first then I get an idea of how weird this is gonna get.  What do you wanna know?  Anything.”  she smiled brightly.  There was only one or two things she really didn’t want to tell him and they were pretty much about the sex dream she’d had about him and the possibility that she might actually have feelings for him.  

Her reaction was…more than he had expected. “Dean spilling secrets counts cuz then you have to too, not fairnjf you’ve already gotten a secret then another and I don’t. But weird as it gets eventually. Like when I shower I have to use it as this like weird ass cleaning ceremony or my whole fucking days thrown off, you know aura holes and shit dude it really frustrates me when I forget.” He explained, knowing she didn’t know much about his spirituality, or his weird ass empath shit, and expecting her to laugh at him.

“Okay, this just brings up more questions so am I allowed to ask follow up questions specific to the thing?  Like, I know about aura’s but what are aura holes? What is this cleaning ceremony?  Seriously man, you’ve gotta give me more about this.” she said, genuinely interested, turning in her seat to look at him with a soft smile.  

Her smile, it did things to his heart he didn’t know if he was ready for. But he smiled back and shook his head, “cleansing, not cleaning, my bad. Also your aura is like an extension of your body, and soul. And well if ya don’t take care of it you get holes, especially when you’re as fucking empathetic as my stupid ass is.” He tried to explain without sounding too, much. “And yes fallow up questions are allowed to an extent. But that goes for me too, so you’re turn oh tiny one.” He said mocking her, booping her nose on the way to the cooler, but he couldn’t reach so he pouted at em to see if she’d grab snacks, even though they had only been on the road for an hour and a half.

“My turn?  Already?  But I still have questions.” she whined, pouting playfully.  “I wanna know what this ceremony entails and I’m filing away the ‘empathetic’ thing for later questions.” she said as she reached for the snacks and popped a carrot stick into his mouth.  “Okay.  One of my weird things nobody knows.  So, when I get stressed I go upside down.  Like, if there’s room I’ll do a headstand against a wall or lay with my head off the end of the bed or the sofa.  It clears my head.  Is that a good enough one or do I need to do better?” she frowned, not sure if he would want something more.

Sam smiled, “well now that you told me yours we can still talk about mine, but you do know that is both physiologically and spiritually pernent? Like it helps blood flow to your brain, and also your energy rebalance, it’s like literally jumpstaring your whole body, little one you’re smart for doing that.” He tried to explain without sounding to weird, but he found it fascinating that she did this, it was also very yoga like, and well Sam would have killed it teach her yoga.

“It’s just something I’ve done from being small.” She shrugged. “I do like the whole ‘jumpstarting my whole body’ idea though. Can we just go back to you in the shower for a moment?” She asked and the mental image that question brought up sent a warm tingle through her body. “I wanna know more about this cleansing thing, I want to know if it’s something I should be doing. I don’t want holes in my aura. I need details. Is it every time you shower or just certain times of day? What does it entail? Come on, spill it.” She lay her hand on his thigh as she leaned forward a little to beg him for more information.

Her cheeks flushed a little and she dipped her head, trying to hide how spot on his teasing question was by letting out an amused huff through her nose. “I may now have a very interesting mental image of you dancing in the shower but yeah, the managing your energy kinda makes sense. It’s like, if someone’s a mood hoover they just sap all the positivity from everyone around them but if you send out positive energy you kinda get that back. The universe gives you what you put out there.” She hummed thoughtfully, leaning over to grab some more snacks, considering one of the kale laced brownies.

Sam smiled, good, they could both be overtly uncomfortable together, he thought with a small smile. “Yes! But also you keep others crap from messing with yours cuz some people don’t even realize what they are just spewing out at you!” Sam said with a smile, watching her, he swatted her hand, “no no you know it’s all kale infected right?” He said teasing her!

She gasped as she returned to consciousness, her body jerking forward as she cried out in the resulting pain. “Kem'mela, kem'gepa, kem'jetos.” Her eyes were a vivid green with no pupil, just a whirling mass like a spring clearing. She whipped her head around, trying to find out where she had fallen but… “Nei..nei….” This wasn’t Celieria. She blinked slowly as her eyes reverted back to verdant green with long cat like pupils. She could still feel the pain of the fire slicing through her wing. She tried to call her family but her magic beat against the silence. She was utterly alone. Her necklace cooled down slightly in Sam’s grasp as the woman faught with realization that she might never see her family again. When she heard Sam speak, her eyes locked on to his. He wasn’t feyan that was clear but hopefully he could help her. “Teska.” She slowly moved so she could sit slightly upright.

Well she wasn’t from here that was for sure. “I am sorry seeet heart I don’t speak the language you are speaking.” Sam told her and he pulled out his phone for the translation app. “Here say it again and let’s see if this helps.” He told her holding up the phone, just as he did he realized, it probably wouldn’t help.

When she let go Sam feel smack on his ass, his head was spinning. All of that info at once was….well like being hit by a fucking car for a second. He took a deep breath, “I’m alright, but you’re gonna have to warn me before you do that next time. We will help you find your family, but sweetie, how? Where are you even from? Do you speak any English?”

She tilted her head, it sounded similar to Celierian. “I can speak Celierian.” Her accent was thick and lyrical as she spoke, her eyes locked on his much like a cats when it shows its interest. Her hand went to her throat, before her eyes widened when she didn’t feel her necklace. “My kiyr. Where’s my Sorreisu'kiyr? Please where is it?” She looked around frantically for the gem, fear and worry making her pupils slit.

“Well Celierian sounds like English so let’s go with that. And calm down for me sweetie everything you, err, fell with is here in the car, oh! And this belongs to you. It’s beautiful by the way.” He told her handing her the necklace.

She quickly grabbed it from him, mumbling a quick prayer of thanks. The crystal started to glow in her grasp as she held it against her throat. The glow grew until she removed her hand, showing that the chain on the necklace had reformed into a black leather choker. She just needed it to be closer than normal. “Thank Adelis that nothing happened to it.” She glanced back up at him, before glancing around them. “So where am I. This isn’t Eloran to be sure.”

Sams left eyebrow raised in question. “This is Earth. What is..it?” He asked pointing to her necklace.

“This is my kiyr.” She touched the jewel gently. “Its a soul quest crystal. I’m just glad that it’s okay.” She rested her arms on her legs, wincing in pain from her broken ribs. “I need to see a shei'dalin or eat to get my strength back.” She pulled her hair back and used Earth to create a hairtie.

She glanced over at the container, it kind of looked like a canteen. She carefully reached over and grabbed it, taking a drink from it. There was no tingle of magic in the water and it just made everything hit home. She was no long home, her family, her pride. None of them were here. Carilissa laid back against the seat, stroking over the jewel. She tried to keep her emotions behind a stone mask, but her shoulders shook silently. Unshed tears trying to find form but not quite.

She nodded, giving a soft chuckle. “I am Carilissa vol Daris by the way. Daughter of the Feyreisen, Tairen soul and Defender of the Fey.” She sat as straight as she could, using her magic to seal away the pain from her side. At least until she could heal it. Just because she was hurt didn’t excuse bad manners and if her mother was here then she would have scolded the young tairen soul.

He smiled at her, “feel free to rest, am I right is assuming you don’t want a hospital? You’re not gonna need..medical attention?” He asked, knowing the answer, but needing to know she was ok. “And I am Sam Winchester, that’s Dean, my brother.”

She smiled at his concern, being reminded of the males of her race. “I’m assuming a hospital is a place of healing?” She glanced between him and Dean, giving a nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both. Beylah vo again for helping me.” She gently rested her hand on his cheek, given her state she only managed a weak thread of healing warmth and peace that trickled into his skin.

Sam slightly leaned into her hand before he caught himself, she could heal like Cas could, but in a way that felt like healing not like rebreaking your bones. “I’m assuming that means thank you, and you are very welcome. I’m gonna close this and he’s going to drive us to a hotel, we can eat and shower and start to figure out how to get you home, k?”

She nodded, shifting gingerly in the seat so he could close the door. She glanced down at her armor, making a weak spirit weave to change the appearance to something similar to their clothing. Her leggings shimmered to reflect the jeans that they wore and her tunic shifted to resemble a black tank top under a red plaid button up. While her weapons shimmered into invisibility.

Sam looked back to ask her what she would like to eat and watched her change without removing her clothes! Although he hadn’t meant to! “Sorry, uhh..what would you like to eat?”

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She gasped as she returned to consciousness, her body jerking forward as she cried out in the resulting pain. “Kem'mela, kem'gepa, kem'jetos.” Her eyes were a vivid green with no pupil, just a whirling mass like a spring clearing. She whipped her head around, trying to find out where she had fallen but… “Nei..nei….” This wasn’t Celieria. She blinked slowly as her eyes reverted back to verdant green with long cat like pupils. She could still feel the pain of the fire slicing through her wing. She tried to call her family but her magic beat against the silence. She was utterly alone. Her necklace cooled down slightly in Sam’s grasp as the woman faught with realization that she might never see her family again. When she heard Sam speak, her eyes locked on to his. He wasn’t feyan that was clear but hopefully he could help her. “Teska.” She slowly moved so she could sit slightly upright.

Well she wasn’t from here that was for sure. “I am sorry seeet heart I don’t speak the language you are speaking.” Sam told her and he pulled out his phone for the translation app. “Here say it again and let’s see if this helps.” He told her holding up the phone, just as he did he realized, it probably wouldn’t help.

When she let go Sam feel smack on his ass, his head was spinning. All of that info at once was….well like being hit by a fucking car for a second. He took a deep breath, “I’m alright, but you’re gonna have to warn me before you do that next time. We will help you find your family, but sweetie, how? Where are you even from? Do you speak any English?”

She tilted her head, it sounded similar to Celierian. “I can speak Celierian.” Her accent was thick and lyrical as she spoke, her eyes locked on his much like a cats when it shows its interest. Her hand went to her throat, before her eyes widened when she didn’t feel her necklace. “My kiyr. Where’s my Sorreisu'kiyr? Please where is it?” She looked around frantically for the gem, fear and worry making her pupils slit.

“Well Celierian sounds like English so let’s go with that. And calm down for me sweetie everything you, err, fell with is here in the car, oh! And this belongs to you. It’s beautiful by the way.” He told her handing her the necklace.

She quickly grabbed it from him, mumbling a quick prayer of thanks. The crystal started to glow in her grasp as she held it against her throat. The glow grew until she removed her hand, showing that the chain on the necklace had reformed into a black leather choker. She just needed it to be closer than normal. “Thank Adelis that nothing happened to it.” She glanced back up at him, before glancing around them. “So where am I. This isn’t Eloran to be sure.”

Sams left eyebrow raised in question. “This is Earth. What is..it?” He asked pointing to her necklace.

“This is my kiyr.” She touched the jewel gently. “Its a soul quest crystal. I’m just glad that it’s okay.” She rested her arms on her legs, wincing in pain from her broken ribs. “I need to see a shei'dalin or eat to get my strength back.” She pulled her hair back and used Earth to create a hairtie.

She glanced over at the container, it kind of looked like a canteen. She carefully reached over and grabbed it, taking a drink from it. There was no tingle of magic in the water and it just made everything hit home. She was no long home, her family, her pride. None of them were here. Carilissa laid back against the seat, stroking over the jewel. She tried to keep her emotions behind a stone mask, but her shoulders shook silently. Unshed tears trying to find form but not quite.

She nodded, giving a soft chuckle. “I am Carilissa vol Daris by the way. Daughter of the Feyreisen, Tairen soul and Defender of the Fey.” She sat as straight as she could, using her magic to seal away the pain from her side. At least until she could heal it. Just because she was hurt didn’t excuse bad manners and if her mother was here then she would have scolded the young tairen soul.

He smiled at her, “feel free to rest, am I right is assuming you don’t want a hospital? You’re not gonna need..medical attention?” He asked, knowing the answer, but needing to know she was ok. “And I am Sam Winchester, that’s Dean, my brother.”

She smiled at his concern, being reminded of the males of her race. “I’m assuming a hospital is a place of healing?” She glanced between him and Dean, giving a nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both. Beylah vo again for helping me.” She gently rested her hand on his cheek, given her state she only managed a weak thread of healing warmth and peace that trickled into his skin.

Sam slightly leaned into her hand before he caught himself, she could heal like Cas could, but in a way that felt like healing not like rebreaking your bones. “I’m assuming that means thank you, and you are very welcome. I’m gonna close this and he’s going to drive us to a hotel, we can eat and shower and start to figure out how to get you home, k?”

She gasped as she returned to consciousness, her body jerking forward as she cried out in the resulting pain. “Kem'mela, kem'gepa, kem'jetos.” Her eyes were a vivid green with no pupil, just a whirling mass like a spring clearing. She whipped her head around, trying to find out where she had fallen but… “Nei..nei….” This wasn’t Celieria. She blinked slowly as her eyes reverted back to verdant green with long cat like pupils. She could still feel the pain of the fire slicing through her wing. She tried to call her family but her magic beat against the silence. She was utterly alone. Her necklace cooled down slightly in Sam’s grasp as the woman faught with realization that she might never see her family again. When she heard Sam speak, her eyes locked on to his. He wasn’t feyan that was clear but hopefully he could help her. “Teska.” She slowly moved so she could sit slightly upright.

Well she wasn’t from here that was for sure. “I am sorry seeet heart I don’t speak the language you are speaking.” Sam told her and he pulled out his phone for the translation app. “Here say it again and let’s see if this helps.” He told her holding up the phone, just as he did he realized, it probably wouldn’t help.

When she let go Sam feel smack on his ass, his head was spinning. All of that info at once was….well like being hit by a fucking car for a second. He took a deep breath, “I’m alright, but you’re gonna have to warn me before you do that next time. We will help you find your family, but sweetie, how? Where are you even from? Do you speak any English?”

She tilted her head, it sounded similar to Celierian. “I can speak Celierian.” Her accent was thick and lyrical as she spoke, her eyes locked on his much like a cats when it shows its interest. Her hand went to her throat, before her eyes widened when she didn’t feel her necklace. “My kiyr. Where’s my Sorreisu'kiyr? Please where is it?” She looked around frantically for the gem, fear and worry making her pupils slit.

“Well Celierian sounds like English so let’s go with that. And calm down for me sweetie everything you, err, fell with is here in the car, oh! And this belongs to you. It’s beautiful by the way.” He told her handing her the necklace.

She quickly grabbed it from him, mumbling a quick prayer of thanks. The crystal started to glow in her grasp as she held it against her throat. The glow grew until she removed her hand, showing that the chain on the necklace had reformed into a black leather choker. She just needed it to be closer than normal. “Thank Adelis that nothing happened to it.” She glanced back up at him, before glancing around them. “So where am I. This isn’t Eloran to be sure.”

Sams left eyebrow raised in question. “This is Earth. What is..it?” He asked pointing to her necklace.

“This is my kiyr.” She touched the jewel gently. “Its a soul quest crystal. I’m just glad that it’s okay.” She rested her arms on her legs, wincing in pain from her broken ribs. “I need to see a shei'dalin or eat to get my strength back.” She pulled her hair back and used Earth to create a hairtie.

She glanced over at the container, it kind of looked like a canteen. She carefully reached over and grabbed it, taking a drink from it. There was no tingle of magic in the water and it just made everything hit home. She was no long home, her family, her pride. None of them were here. Carilissa laid back against the seat, stroking over the jewel. She tried to keep her emotions behind a stone mask, but her shoulders shook silently. Unshed tears trying to find form but not quite.

She nodded, giving a soft chuckle. “I am Carilissa vol Daris by the way. Daughter of the Feyreisen, Tairen soul and Defender of the Fey.” She sat as straight as she could, using her magic to seal away the pain from her side. At least until she could heal it. Just because she was hurt didn’t excuse bad manners and if her mother was here then she would have scolded the young tairen soul.

He smiled at her, “feel free to rest, am I right is assuming you don’t want a hospital? You’re not gonna need..medical attention?” He asked, knowing the answer, but needing to know she was ok. “And I am Sam Winchester, that’s Dean, my brother.”

She smiled at his concern, being reminded of the males of her race. “I’m assuming a hospital is a place of healing?” She glanced between him and Dean, giving a nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both. Beylah vo again for helping me.” She gently rested her hand on his cheek, given her state she only managed a weak thread of healing warmth and peace that trickled into his skin.

Sam slightly leaned into her hand before he caught himself, she could heal like Cas could, but in a way that felt like healing not like rebreaking your bones. “I’m assuming that means thank you, and you are very welcome. I’m gonna close this and he’s going to drive us to a hotel, we can eat and shower and start to figure out how to get you home, k?”

She gasped as she returned to consciousness, her body jerking forward as she cried out in the resulting pain. “Kem'mela, kem'gepa, kem'jetos.” Her eyes were a vivid green with no pupil, just a whirling mass like a spring clearing. She whipped her head around, trying to find out where she had fallen but… “Nei..nei….” This wasn’t Celieria. She blinked slowly as her eyes reverted back to verdant green with long cat like pupils. She could still feel the pain of the fire slicing through her wing. She tried to call her family but her magic beat against the silence. She was utterly alone. Her necklace cooled down slightly in Sam’s grasp as the woman faught with realization that she might never see her family again. When she heard Sam speak, her eyes locked on to his. He wasn’t feyan that was clear but hopefully he could help her. “Teska.” She slowly moved so she could sit slightly upright.

Well she wasn’t from here that was for sure. “I am sorry seeet heart I don’t speak the language you are speaking.” Sam told her and he pulled out his phone for the translation app. “Here say it again and let’s see if this helps.” He told her holding up the phone, just as he did he realized, it probably wouldn’t help.

When she let go Sam feel smack on his ass, his head was spinning. All of that info at once was….well like being hit by a fucking car for a second. He took a deep breath, “I’m alright, but you’re gonna have to warn me before you do that next time. We will help you find your family, but sweetie, how? Where are you even from? Do you speak any English?”

She tilted her head, it sounded similar to Celierian. “I can speak Celierian.” Her accent was thick and lyrical as she spoke, her eyes locked on his much like a cats when it shows its interest. Her hand went to her throat, before her eyes widened when she didn’t feel her necklace. “My kiyr. Where’s my Sorreisu'kiyr? Please where is it?” She looked around frantically for the gem, fear and worry making her pupils slit.

“Well Celierian sounds like English so let’s go with that. And calm down for me sweetie everything you, err, fell with is here in the car, oh! And this belongs to you. It’s beautiful by the way.” He told her handing her the necklace.

She quickly grabbed it from him, mumbling a quick prayer of thanks. The crystal started to glow in her grasp as she held it against her throat. The glow grew until she removed her hand, showing that the chain on the necklace had reformed into a black leather choker. She just needed it to be closer than normal. “Thank Adelis that nothing happened to it.” She glanced back up at him, before glancing around them. “So where am I. This isn’t Eloran to be sure.”

Sams left eyebrow raised in question. “This is Earth. What is..it?” He asked pointing to her necklace.

“This is my kiyr.” She touched the jewel gently. “Its a soul quest crystal. I’m just glad that it’s okay.” She rested her arms on her legs, wincing in pain from her broken ribs. “I need to see a shei'dalin or eat to get my strength back.” She pulled her hair back and used Earth to create a hairtie.

She glanced over at the container, it kind of looked like a canteen. She carefully reached over and grabbed it, taking a drink from it. There was no tingle of magic in the water and it just made everything hit home. She was no long home, her family, her pride. None of them were here. Carilissa laid back against the seat, stroking over the jewel. She tried to keep her emotions behind a stone mask, but her shoulders shook silently. Unshed tears trying to find form but not quite.

She nodded, giving a soft chuckle. “I am Carilissa vol Daris by the way. Daughter of the Feyreisen, Tairen soul and Defender of the Fey.” She sat as straight as she could, using her magic to seal away the pain from her side. At least until she could heal it. Just because she was hurt didn’t excuse bad manners and if her mother was here then she would have scolded the young tairen soul.

He smiled at her, “feel free to rest, am I right is assuming you don’t want a hospital? You’re not gonna need..medical attention?” He asked, knowing the answer, but needing to know she was ok. “And I am Sam Winchester, that’s Dean, my brother.”

She smiled at his concern, being reminded of the males of her race. “I’m assuming a hospital is a place of healing?” She glanced between him and Dean, giving a nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both. Beylah vo again for helping me.” She gently rested her hand on his cheek, given her state she only managed a weak thread of healing warmth and peace that trickled into his skin.

Sam slightly leaned into her hand before he caught himself, she could heal like Cas could, but in a way that felt like healing not like rebreaking your bones. “I’m assuming that means thank you, and you are very welcome. I’m gonna close this and he’s going to drive us to a hotel, we can eat and shower and start to figure out how to get you home, k?”

She gasped as she returned to consciousness, her body jerking forward as she cried out in the resulting pain. “Kem'mela, kem'gepa, kem'jetos.” Her eyes were a vivid green with no pupil, just a whirling mass like a spring clearing. She whipped her head around, trying to find out where she had fallen but… “Nei..nei….” This wasn’t Celieria. She blinked slowly as her eyes reverted back to verdant green with long cat like pupils. She could still feel the pain of the fire slicing through her wing. She tried to call her family but her magic beat against the silence. She was utterly alone. Her necklace cooled down slightly in Sam’s grasp as the woman faught with realization that she might never see her family again. When she heard Sam speak, her eyes locked on to his. He wasn’t feyan that was clear but hopefully he could help her. “Teska.” She slowly moved so she could sit slightly upright.

Well she wasn’t from here that was for sure. “I am sorry seeet heart I don’t speak the language you are speaking.” Sam told her and he pulled out his phone for the translation app. “Here say it again and let’s see if this helps.” He told her holding up the phone, just as he did he realized, it probably wouldn’t help.

When she let go Sam feel smack on his ass, his head was spinning. All of that info at once was….well like being hit by a fucking car for a second. He took a deep breath, “I’m alright, but you’re gonna have to warn me before you do that next time. We will help you find your family, but sweetie, how? Where are you even from? Do you speak any English?”

She tilted her head, it sounded similar to Celierian. “I can speak Celierian.” Her accent was thick and lyrical as she spoke, her eyes locked on his much like a cats when it shows its interest. Her hand went to her throat, before her eyes widened when she didn’t feel her necklace. “My kiyr. Where’s my Sorreisu'kiyr? Please where is it?” She looked around frantically for the gem, fear and worry making her pupils slit.

“Well Celierian sounds like English so let’s go with that. And calm down for me sweetie everything you, err, fell with is here in the car, oh! And this belongs to you. It’s beautiful by the way.” He told her handing her the necklace.

She quickly grabbed it from him, mumbling a quick prayer of thanks. The crystal started to glow in her grasp as she held it against her throat. The glow grew until she removed her hand, showing that the chain on the necklace had reformed into a black leather choker. She just needed it to be closer than normal. “Thank Adelis that nothing happened to it.” She glanced back up at him, before glancing around them. “So where am I. This isn’t Eloran to be sure.”

Sams left eyebrow raised in question. “This is Earth. What is..it?” He asked pointing to her necklace.

“This is my kiyr.” She touched the jewel gently. “Its a soul quest crystal. I’m just glad that it’s okay.” She rested her arms on her legs, wincing in pain from her broken ribs. “I need to see a shei'dalin or eat to get my strength back.” She pulled her hair back and used Earth to create a hairtie.

She glanced over at the container, it kind of looked like a canteen. She carefully reached over and grabbed it, taking a drink from it. There was no tingle of magic in the water and it just made everything hit home. She was no long home, her family, her pride. None of them were here. Carilissa laid back against the seat, stroking over the jewel. She tried to keep her emotions behind a stone mask, but her shoulders shook silently. Unshed tears trying to find form but not quite.

She nodded, giving a soft chuckle. “I am Carilissa vol Daris by the way. Daughter of the Feyreisen, Tairen soul and Defender of the Fey.” She sat as straight as she could, using her magic to seal away the pain from her side. At least until she could heal it. Just because she was hurt didn’t excuse bad manners and if her mother was here then she would have scolded the young tairen soul.

He smiled at her, “feel free to rest, am I right is assuming you don’t want a hospital? You’re not gonna need..medical attention?” He asked, knowing the answer, but needing to know she was ok. “And I am Sam Winchester, that’s Dean, my brother.”

She smiled at his concern, being reminded of the males of her race. “I’m assuming a hospital is a place of healing?” She glanced between him and Dean, giving a nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both. Beylah vo again for helping me.” She gently rested her hand on his cheek, given her state she only managed a weak thread of healing warmth and peace that trickled into his skin.

Sam slightly leaned into her hand before he caught himself, she could heal like Cas could, but in a way that felt like healing not like rebreaking your bones. “I’m assuming that means thank you, and you are very welcome. I’m gonna close this and he’s going to drive us to a hotel, we can eat and shower and start to figure out how to get you home, k?”