You're not gonna replace me?

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Chapter 40

One week later, Monday, 11:00 am

In the bunker

Ella's POV

I was in the library, trying to do my school work, when all of a sudden, I heard Sam say something about having a girlfriend. I'm sorry, are my ears deceiving me? They better be. He can't have a girlfriend. Sam doesn't date. He hasn't dated anybody since I met him. He's gonna start now? He can't. I don't have a valid reason as to why. But he can't... Because I said so. Dean doesn't date. But to be fair, he does other things... But if Dean's fine with not dating, why can't Sam be? Why does he have to find a significant other, and go on dates and stuff. The fuck? After he and Dean's conversation in the other room ends, Sam just walks back in here like he didn't just say that he has a girlfriend. Bitch, we're not just gonna skip passed what you just said, like you didn't say what you just said. I think the fuck not.

Sam: Need any help?

Ella: I don't think so.

Sam: You wanna take a lunch break?

Ella: No. I wanna talk about your girlfriend.

He stops, and is now looking at me like he didn't think I heard him and Dean talking. For whatever reason, neither of them have any ability to whisper. So of course I heard them. I heard the entire conversation. I even kept track of how long it lasted. That conversation went on for 30 minutes and 22 seconds. And Sam really thought that I wouldn't hear any of it?

Sam: What are you talking about?

Now he's gonna play the "What are you talking about?" card? Does he think I'm stupid? Or deaf? Or stupid AND deaf?

Ella: You said you had a girlfriend. Like, a few seconds ago, before you came in here. And now you're acting like you don't know what I'm talking about.

Sam: Sweetheart-

Ella: Don't do that.

Sam: Don't do what?

Ella: Every time you guys think I'm mad at you, you call me one of your nicknames, to try and lighten the mood. That's not always gonna work, you know.

Sam: Fine. Ella, I have a girlfriend. Happy?

No. I'm not happy. I'm not happy with this information at all. Especially not with the attitude that you're giving me.

Ella: No.

Sam: "No"?

Ella: You asked if I was happy. No, I'm not.

Sam: I'm a grown up. I'm allowed to date.

Ella: I know. But I don't like it.

Sam: Why not? Why don't you like me dating?

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