Carry On My Wayward Universe

Chapter 8

Amy:

Wiping tears from my eyes, I let out one more laugh as she sinks into her chair. I love this place and I don't ever want to leave it. Honestly, however, one thing is making me nervous. How long can I keep up the Ashley patented confidence levels? I am not like her. She's gorgeous and she knows it. I pale in comparison to the beautiful woman she is, inside and out. "Hey, you got really dark all of the sudden," Sam mentions, putting his hand on my arm. I shrug him off and an "I'm fine". There, that should do it. I take a seat across from my best friend, I'm making SOS eyes at her but she is totally wrapped up in staring into Dean's eyes like some romantic staring contest. It kind of makes me want to flip a table.

I don't like being angry, I mean who in their right mind likes to be angry? Definitely not me or anyone I know. "You don't look fine," he sighs, sitting beside me. "I am, truly. The Breakfast Club fixes all and yeah," I say, stumbling over words as his hazel eyes drive my train of thought off the rails. I pretend not to notice Ashley twitch at the sound of The Breakfast Club. That is one of the many things other than Supernatural that we have in common. I can feel my cheeks heat up as I realize Sam is still looking at me. "Are you still waiting for an explanation?" I ask, a tinsey bit irritated. "No, I heard you loud and clear," he chuckles.

I like that about him, he knows when to push for further information and when to leave matters alone. I kiss him on the cheek and sit back in my chair. I don't know where that came from, it just kinda came out of nowhere and it felt like the right thing to do. "I'm going to go get dinner started,"Sam says, standing up and clearing his throat. I almost forgot how tall he was. Almost. "Yeah, I'll come help you," Dean says. "You feel that? The sense that something is wrong and you and I aren't in on it?" I ask, looking at her and feeling like I don't belong. With her, I've never felt like I don't belong, I've always felt right at home. I'm sure the feeling of loss will go away but right now it sucks. "We would know if something was happening, I promise," Ash assures me, standing up and tucking her hair behind her ear before pointedly nodding at the kitchen. I let out a small laugh as I watch my twenty two year old best friend drop into a crouch.

We started this game in our first year of college. One of us would pick the quote on quote "target" then we play "Secret Spies" until we got all of the information we needed and/or felt like ourselves again. I silently slide out of my chair and into a crouch, closer to the ground is an unexpected spot for a person to be. Silence is the key. However, if you drop your keys out of an air duct while spying on your English professor, then you are screwed. Luckily for me, there are no air ducts to climb in currently, and I don't have keys to drop.

We soundlessly make our way to both sides of the doorway to the kitchen. "I think we are on the same page," Sam says. "You can do the research," Dean jokes. I'm not actually sure if he is joking. I can never tell. "Dean, what if we find a way to send them back? WOuld you be able to?" Sam asks. The small noise of a beer being opened quickly follows. "I don't know kid, I don't know," Dean says. I can tell he is shaking his head because that's just what I can see happening on the show.

You know what else I can see happening on the show? I can see us dying. We are female characters and we are usually the first people to go. So I for one will not be surprised if either one of us dies. It'll be me first. Every girl who has gotten close to Sam has died rather painfully. I'm dead, I'm going to die and I have no idea if I'm okay with that. Although that sounds super morbid, hear me out. I wouldn't mind dying if I got to know Sammy even half as well as Dean knows him. If I was sent here to find my true love I think I've found him and I'm not letting that go.

"Amy?" Sam calls out, assuming I'm still in the dining room. I tumble over backwards and somehow manage to fall down a couple of stairs that I was so geniusly perched on. Ash starts laughing and her hand is clasp firmly over her mouth as if to not give her away by laughing even though both the boys are staring at us like we are crazy. I kind of want to die of embarrassment but Sam scoops me up in his arms and sets me on the small table in the kitchen. "You landed on your ankle funny," he says, pulling my foot out from under me. I'm blushing like crazy and ASh looks like she is witnessing a puppy touch grass for the first time. She is just staring with her mouth slightly ajar. "Does it hurt anywhere?" Sam asks, his fingers gently trying to find any abnormalities. "No, I think I'm okay," I say quietly. I think I'm going to lose my mind if Ash keeps staring, I think I'm going to lose my mind if Sam doesn't back up. "You guys are adorable," Ash comments.

"Oh my god," I gasp as Sam presses on my ankle. "There?" he asks, immediately pulling his hand away. I didn't think I was in pain but I really am. "Yeah," I nod for emphasis. "Alright, just a sprain but maybe you should lay off on the spy games for a little while," Sam laughs. I feel like dying. Ash is laughing again, presumably at the face I'm making and after a while I start laughing too. Dean however, does not look like he is going to laugh at our spy games any time soon...