Are We Meant to Be?

Chapter 5

~Miranda's POV~

The guys came back inside.

"Ok. So, you're gonna come stay with us until you can walk and are healed enough, and then we are taking you back home." Dean said.

"Ok." That made sense.

"Now, we better all get some sleep. I wanna head out in the morning. It's a few hours drive and that way we can get started on looking for our next case at a decent hour tomorrow. Miranda, you can have that bed. I have this bed, and Sam has the floor." Sam looked at Dean with an annoyed and angry glare. I got under the covers, and Dean went into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

"Sam," I started, "I'm sorry to make you take the floor. I would gladly take it if you'd rather."

"It's fine. You're hurt. You should have the bed."

"You're hurt too."

"Don't worry about it."

"And thanks for saving my life. I didn't actually think you'd come. I'm glad you did."

"Of course. You needed my help." I simply nodded and went to sleep. I was woken up earlier than I wanted. It was 8 so it wasn't ungodly early, but I would have loved to stay asleep. Sam got changed in the bathroom and came out, allowing Dean to go in and take a shower.

"Sam, I need to apologize." I said once Dean was in the shower.

"For what?" He asked

"I should have never called you from that basement."

"Yes you should have. You would have died."

"I made you get hurt. The guy told me I was bait and he was gonna trap you and kill you. I knew it was a trap for you and I called you anyways." I said as a small tear fell from my eyes.

"Hey, I don't care that I sprained my arm. You were in trouble and we saved you. You're alive and that's what matters ok?"

"I get that I'm alive. I just don't get why either of you care."

"Why wouldn't I care?"

"You don't like me Sam. I like you and you don't like me back. This is all some stupid little pity game for you isn't it? You wanted to kill the demon and you only saved me because it was convenient."

"It's not a pity game, Miranda. Yes, I wanted the demon dead, but I wanted to save you. You're my friend Miranda. I went and tried to save you first. I heard Dean get thrown unconscious so I killed the demon so I could save you."

"Whatever." I said, still not totally believing him. He was about to say something, then didn't. Dean came out of the shower and helped me into the bathroom. I had a towel rack and counter to hold myself up. I wasn't gonna take a shower because I knew I would slip and fall, but I was gonna wash my face a bit. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had so many cuts on my face that I barely recognized myself. In fact, I had cuts all over me.

"Oh my gosh!" I said louder than I meant to.

"What's wrong Miranda?" Dean asked through the door.

"I didn't know there were so many cuts. I look so disgusting. I don't even look like myself." I said as tears flowed down my face.

"You look fine Miranda. You look just as beautiful as when I saw you at the bar." Dean said, trying to be compassionate. It didn't help much. I opened the door.

"Can you just help me back to the bed?" He nodded. I sat there and waited for them to pack, then we left. We had a long and boring ride ahead of us.

~Sam's POV~

I felt so horrible. I didn't mean to make her feel bad. I truthfully just wasn't ready to date yet. She just didn't understand that. I did like her. I really did, it was just too soon. I would occasionally look back at her in the backseat and a tear would slip down her beautiful face. Every tear I saw just broke my heart to pieces. I decided I had to put my feelings aside for a while and just treat her like a friend. It was all I could do until I was ready and I was hoping it would make things easier.

We pulled up to the bunker and I helped her out of the backseat. I helped her inside and to the guest bedroom.

"I know it's dingy, but it's all we have. I'm sorry."

"It's fine Sam. Don't worry about it. The only thing I'm worried about is the fact the only clothes I have are these." I hadn't even thought about swinging by her apartment before we came.

"I'll talk to Dean and we'll see what we can do." She nodded.

"And Sam?" She asked as I headed out.

"Yeah?" I asked, and turned around.

"I'm sorry about having to stay here. I can tell that it's making things a hell of a lot more difficult for you. I know it is." I couldn't believe she could tell how hard it was. I wanted to tell her everything but decided against it.

"It's ok." Was all I could say before heading out.

~Miranda's POV~

I felt bad. I didn't mean to make things harder for him. Him telling me it was ok didn't help much. I knew it wasn't ok. I was hurting him a lot. I decided to go to sleep again because I was so tired. I fell asleep and was woken up by Dean.

"Hey, Miranda." He said as I woke up slightly.

"Huh?" I asked, groggy and confused.

"We got dinner. I figured you'd want something to eat."

"Oh ok. Thanks." He helped me up and I limped, supported by him to the kitchen. "Hey Sam." I said cheerfully, hoping to lighten the mood between him and I.

"Hey." He said back equally happy. I sat down with the guys and we all ate burgers. They were actually surprisingly good considering they were from some fast food diner place.

"So what have you guys been up to while I was sleeping?"

"Research." Sam responded. "We are looking for our next case."

"Can I help?" I asked. "I wanna do something, and it doesn't take much movement right?"

"Sure. You can help us." Dean chimed in. Dean brought me a laptop and they showed me where to look and what to look for. I didn't find anything, but it was actually kind of fun looking for stuff for them. Once it hit midnight, we headed off to bed.

"Hey Dean?" I asked as we headed to bed.

"Yeah?"

"I don't know if Sam asked you yet, but what do we do about the fact the only clothes I have are these?"

"Umm, I'll take you to the store tomorrow. You can get some clothes then."

"Ok. Sounds good. I never thanked you by the way. Thanks for saving my life, and I'm sorry I was so rude to you at the bar."

"Of course. And I was being an obnoxious jerk, so your response was accurate. Don't worry about it." He replied. He helped me into bed. "Need anything before I go?"

"I could use some water." He nodded and returned with a water bottle. "Goodnight Dean."

"Goodnight Miranda."