Carry On My Wayward Universe

Chapter 6

  Amy:

"So what about this one?" I ask, coming out of the dressing room in some random store in the mall to show Sam a green t-shirt with the words Rock and Roll across the front. "So the jeans fit nice but how does the outfit look as a whole?" I ask, looking down at my dark jeans and red converse. "I think it looks nice," Sam says smiling at me. I walk down the steps and sit on him. Taking a tip from Ashley's book makes me feel nervous. "That's what you have said about literally everything Sam!" I whine, kicking my feet. "You look great. I've got enough plaid shirts to go with everything you just bought and seriously Amy, you look great," he says, pushing a strand of hair out of my face.

"You really think so?" I ask, standing up to go put my old clothes back on. "Yes. Now hurry up. I want to go home before Dean realizes his car is missing," Sam says, pushing me back into the dressing room. "The way Dean is about is car, I'm sure he already noticed," I say, throwing clothes on hangers to him. "Oww!" He exclaims. "Sorry," I say, peering over the door. "I know," he laughs. I'm sure he'll have a bruise later because the hanger keeps hitting him in the same spot.

"Do you need anything else?" Sam asks, picking up the bags for me. "I don't think so. And I will pay you back for all of this. I promise. Thank you," I say, as he smiles at the cashier and hands him some cash. "You don't need to pay me back," he laughs as we leave the mall. "Well sure I do! You sat in uncomfortable chairs at Victoria's Secret, Ross, Jc Penny and what ever store we were just in. Not just any guy would do that," I say, feeling snow catch on my eyelashes. "Seeing you like that, standing in the snow and my jacket, all happy, that is payment enough," he says, shutting the back door to the Impala after throwing the bags in. Once again he stands there like he might say something and I smile at him.

In the back of my head I hear Ashley go "Angle your face upwards so he'll kiss you." Instead of doing that, I peck him on the cheek and then climb into the passenger side of the Impala. "What was that for?" Sam asks and I can't tell if he is blushing because of the cold or because I kissed him. "What do you think?" I ask him, throwing my feet up in his lap. "I just bought you those shoes and now you aren't going to wear them?" He asks, keeping his eyes on the road. "They need to be broken in and I will break them in later," I sigh, closing my eyes.

"What was that spell for, you never told me," Sam says. "Nothing bad. It did what it was supposed to," I reply, leaving my eyes closed. "Amy," he mutters. "Sam," I mock. "Have we met before this?" He asks. I pull my feet up to my chest. "No, I don't think so. Parallel Universes don't cross," I say. I turn on the radio to avoid conversation and All Time Low comes on.

"What do you think Ash thinks we're doing?" Sam asks. "Most likely things that aren't supposed to happen until the seventh date," I laugh. The car ride quickly becomes silent except for the radio. "The spell was supposed to make us find out true loves," I blurt out as we pull into the garage. "Then why do you look generally unhappy?" Sam asks, reaching behind him and picking up a majority of the colorful plastic bags. "Because true love is sappy and doesn't exist. Believing in good things usually leads to hurt," I say, following him inside with the two bags he left for me to carry.

"I am not usual," Sam says seeming let down. He sets down the bags on the map table and hands me a note from Ash. Be back soon. "Do you have the breakfast club? " I ask, needing a little piece of home because Ash is busy getting herself a little bit of love. "I'm going to take a minute for myself and then we can watch it together yeah?" I ask, running a hand through my hair. "Okay, yeah," he sighs, and as he turns to go into the kitchen a thought hits me. Why can I be like Ashley? Moving on should be easier. I just need to let go. Three , two, one, no more Tyler. Tyler isn't good for you and you need to move on. 

"Sam wait," I say. He turns around looking concerned. "Yeah?" I stride right up and kiss him, hard, on the mouth. Holy crap!! I walk away briskly and my legs are practically jelly so it feels like I am moving faster than I really am. Sam grabs my hand and spins me around, moving his hands to my waist. As he lowers his face to mine the door opens and my best friend and Dean come in. He clears his throat and turns around.

"Hey," Ashley says, glancing at my bags. "We went shopping," I shrug. "So I am going to help her put these away but then we are going to watch The Breakfast Club if you want to join us," Sam says. "No thanks, I'm going to teach her all I know about the deck," Dean says. I nod and practically drag Sam to my room. "Can you hang up the shirts please?" I ask him as I start loading stuff into my dresser. "No problem," he says, flashing a grin at me. "What?" I ask, my octave going up a little. "Nothing," he says with a bigger smile.

When we are done he starts setting up the movie which makes me laugh really hard. "What is your deal?" He asks, looking at me like I am crazy. "I am about to literally Netflix and Chill with Sam Winchester. Get over here," I say, opening my arms so that he'll hug me. He picks me up around the waist and throws me into his chest as he sits down. I shift so that my head is on his shoulder. "Comfortable?" He asks. "I'm a little cold," I mutter. He throws a blanket over us. "Better?" He asks. "Almost," I admit. "What is it now?" He groans with an eye roll. "I think you still owe me something," I whisper. He kisses me slowly as the movie starts and I kiss him back, trying to keep it going. I pull away and smile at him. "I always cry at the end of this, be warned," I say with the biggest smile stretched across my face.