Are We Meant to Be?

Chapter 50

I walked in to Sam who appeared to be asleep. I shut the door quietly and climbed in bed. Throughout the day I started wondering if Sam was mad too. He seemed to be acting like Dean was, and ignored that part as well. He generally just seemed a little off. I decided to wake him up. I couldn't help the slight tears forming in my eyes.

"Babe?" I asked him as I shook him.

"Miranda? Why'd you wake me up? What's wrong?" He asked once he saw my tears.

"I have a question."

"What is it?"

"Are you mad? You ignored what I told you I started thinking in that basement. You didn't even comment about it, other than about you not finding me sooner, and you've been acting mad about it." He sighed, shook his head, and didn't answer. He just rolled over.

"Sam? Talk to me." Again no response.

"Please. Talk to me. Work through this with me. Baby. Please. Baby." I cried out. I shook him and he shoved me off. He didn't respond due to clearly being pissed. "Fine. Don't talk to me. Be mad forever. Hate me. I don't really care." I said angrily. I got up and left my room. I was bawling and could barely see to get to the main room. I sat down and put my head in my hands. I hadn't paid attention to see Dean was still up at one of the tables.

"Miranda? What's wrong?" He asked. He came over to the couch and sat down.

"I tried to talk to Sam about what I said because he was acting mad like I thought you were. Once I brought it up, he wouldn't talk with me about it. He turned over, wouldn't look at me, wouldn't talk to me, nothing. I just wanted to apologize to him."

"I'm so sorry Miranda." He said, and I leaned on his shoulder. "Can I talk to him and see if it will help?"

"I guess. If you think it will do anything. I just don't like making you get involved with everything Sam and I deal with."

"I don't mind. I want you to be happy. I'll be back. Just relax, it'll be ok." I nodded.

~Dean's POV~

I opened the door to their room. "Sam, we need to talk." He turned over and looked at me.

"What, Dean?"

"Why won't you talk to Miranda? She's out there bawling her eyes out because all she wants to do is explain and apologize, and yet you're laying here, you won't talk to her, and you are acting like you hate her."

"I don't hate her. I'm just mad and don't want to hear any excuses from her."

"Well you're sure as heck acting like you do. Sam, this isn't an excuse, but you and I have both been kidnapped before. You know that thoughts enter your head. You overthink things and you start thinking irrationally. She was stuck down there for over a month. She thought at the time that you were the one who put her there. So, yeah, she should have known we loved her still, but think about it from her perspective. She was losing hope in ever getting out and she thought it was because you stopped loving her. If it was either of us, I don't think it'd be any different. Now by you not letting her explain and apologize, it's as if you're confirming that you don't love her."

"Look, I get it Dean. I'm sorry. I just don't want to end up hearing excuses from her. Do you not get how much it hurt me to hear her say she didn't think I loved her?"

"I get it, Sam. It hurt me to hear her say she thought everything was a front, but she explained what I just told you and she apologized, and I realized that it's not her fault the thoughts entered her head. She was losing hope and it's what she felt in the moment. We told her to always be honest with us, and yet you hate the honesty."