Carry On My Wayward Universe

Chapter 12

Amy

I come back to the kitchen with a sigh, I clip the walkie-talkie to my waist band. "Take a load off, I got ASh for the day. What does she need?" Dean asks, snagging my makeshift ASh monitor. "Right now, just a ginger ale, and she's my responsibility, you don't need to do this," I say, getting defensive over nothing. "It's just for one day, and I want to take care of her," Dean says. taking a ginger ale from the fridge. "This is like someone disrupting your life to take care of Sammy," I grumble, knowing that I will get absolutely nowhere. He walks off and I sit down with breakfast, pouting at the breakfast bar.

"Take a load off, I've got Ash for the day," I mock, violently stabbing pancakes with my fork. "It's just for one day," I groan, stabbing some blueberries with a little more violence. "What did that food do to you, and how do I avoid the same fate?" Charlie, the red headed pixie girl asks as she waltzes right into the bunker without forewarning. "The food did nothing,. Dean did and will continue to do everything," I groan. "I'm Amy by the way, arrived by magic spell, hoping to never go back," I say, sticking my hand out. "Charlie," she says, her face lighting up. "Where is Dean?" she asks, setting up her fancy computer tablet laptop thingy right beside my breakfast plate and sliding onto the bar stool beside me. "Dean is taking care of my very hungover best friend," I respond, downing a whole glass of orange juice.

"Oh," she responds, looking back at her computer. "I'm a big fan of yours by the way," I say, nudging her elbow with my own. "Really?" she asks, sounding kind of weirded out. "Yeah, back in my realm, Sam and Dean's whole lives have been a television show for about ten years, you got killed off like last year, but is Bobby still around if you are too?" I ask, letting my total fangirl show. "Yeah, Bobby is still around," she says with a laugh,. I love her laugh, in fact I practically lived for it. She was by far my favorite character and she held so much potential until the writers totally killed her off. I loved watching her be her and I was so relieved when she was a lesbian.

Because I am bisexual... I've never really told anyone and I figure I should tell Ash of all people but how do you just say that to a person you are sharing a living space with? Especially when she would most likely jump to the conclusion that I had a crush on her and that it was the only reason I told her anything about it. I know she isn't ignorant like that but still, what if she is and i just don't know it yet?

"Sam up?" she asks, looking at my shirt, "Yeah, I think so. I saw him like ten minutes ago and now he is probably just hitting the books for a reverse spell that I don't want," I respond, pushing my plate to the left so I can put my head down. :"You really like it here?" she asks, moving some of my red hair off of her keyboard. "Yeah, back home, I have college and things and I don't really like it there," I say, the sound mostly muffled by the fact that my face is on the table. "Is this dimension very different?" she asks, sounding excited. "Nope. Only the presence of magic and mythical creatures and the WInchesters, that's all that is really different," I respond. "Oh, I was hoping that it would be so much different," she sighs, kind of disappointed.

"Good morning," Sam says, dropping a kiss on my forehead as he passes to the fridge. I sit up from where I was draped over the table and he is taking a swig of orange juice straight from the bottle. "Dude!" I exclaim, throwing a blueberry at his chest. "What?" he asks, throwing a strawberry from the fridge in my direction. "Seriously, do you know how gross that is?" I ask, truly wanting to shy away from the subject of germs. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again," Sam says, leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee. This is what I want to see for the rest of forever, Sam smiling when he looks at me, relaxing in the morning, this is a perfect moment.

"Hey Charlie, welcome home," Sam says, ruffling her hair and sitting down on the other side of me. "Where's Ash?" Sam asks, noticing that I was alone with Charlie. "She is in her room, wicked hangover. Dean kicked me aside so that he could take care of her," I say, feeling the jealous sting again. "That's fine, you and I can do something today then," Sam says, taking my left hand in his right. "You don't understand. I feel like I need to be in there, taking care of my best friend," I say, taking my hand out of his and setting it in my lap. "And you can take care of your best friend next time, and I'm sure there will be a next time," Sam says, tilting my chin up so I am looking at him.

"So are you two hooking up or something?" Charlie asks, resulting in my cheeks glowing to the color of my hair. "No, we uh, no we are definitely not, we're not hooking up!" I say, stumbling over my words. Of course, Sam is laughing and I want to cry because WHY WOULD YOU ASK A PERSON THAT?! Sam starts laughing harder so I put my head down again. I almost make a fandom joke but then I remember, that in this world, everyone of those girls are probably not dead.

I feel Sam's hand on my back and I sit up to face him. "Sam, I'm not sure that I want to go back to where I came from. Ever. That place was a nightmare and I have no desire to return to it," I blurt out. :"You go girl," Charlie says from behind me. "Okay, well then, I'll talk to Dean," Sam says, letting out a breath of relief. "So what are we doing today?" I ask, throwing yet another blueberry at him. "I was thinking, we clean up the bunker, go for a walk, and then I take you out for dinner," Sam says, getting up and setting both of our dishes in the sink.

"Okay, sounds like a plan," I say, standing beside him with the drying towel. "Charlie, you know where your room is and I can tell you haven't slept in days, get on that," Sam says, handing me a plate. "Don't have to tell me twice," Charlie says, walking down the hall. "I'm sorry about her," Sam laughs as she walks away. "No need to apologize to me, she is fantastic," I say, trying not to get all dreamy in front of my kinda-sorta-not really boyfriend. "I'm glad you think so," he says. I smile over at him and casually reach for the hose attached to the sink. I spray him and he looks at me like a competition. "YOu have no idea what you just got yourself into little lady," he says, shaking his head. i step at least an arm's length away from him, still armed with a hose. As is reaches out and squeezes a sponge over my head, I quickly realize that I may have stepped my arm's length away from him, but he has really long arms.

I spray him in the chest again and he shuts off the sink, killing my weaponry. "You weren't prepared for that were you?" he asks, raising his eyebrow and giving me a sly smirk. I put the hose down and put my hands up, faking a truce. "Giving up so soon?" he asks with another laugh that makes the butterflies in my stomach turn to dragons. "Nope," I say, darting for the soap and squirting it all over his t-shirt as he wrestles my hands for the bottle. The only reason he succeeds is because I am laughing so hard.

His face quickly changes to one of guilt as he puts the bottle down. "Dean, I can explain," Sam says, putting a hand on my waist. "You're just going to have to come closer, my throat hurts," Sam says, lowering his voice to a whisper as he discreetly flicks the water on. I grab the hose and soak Dean's t-shirt in a split second. He glares and walks away with nothing but a shake of his head and "Son of a bitch," muttered under his breath.