Carry On My Wayward Universe

Chapter 20

Amy:

"You're sorry?! That's all you have to say for yourself?! You could have been hurt. DOn't give me that crap about, 'Well I wasn't'. I don't care, because you could have been. I have no idea what I would do without you. If you died out there, I would never ever be okay again and you know that. I get it, you wanted to save some people, feel important, kill things with Dean, but for god's sake Ashley, I was throwing up I was so scared!" I let it out, ranting and raving, wanting to kill Dean for ever putting her in harm's way. So I decide he's next... "And you! Don't even get me started on you of all people! You make me so angry. You took her, and you put her in an environment that could have possibly killed her. You took my best friend to a place where she could've been slaughtered!" I yell, throwing a book at him when he rolls his eyes. "Do not roll your eyes at me! You didn't think Sam was dead earlier, and yes, you have been through that. I hate that you would put me through that! What if she has a concussion? You are not supposed to sleep up to three hours after said concussion, bet you didn't know that, dumb ass!" I yell.

"Are you done now?" he asks, seeming bored with my yelling. "I hate you!" I scream at him, and storm into my room. I slam the door, lock it, and turn up my music so loud that the floor shakes. For a while, I just lay there and think, I think about my best friend, how much I care about her. I think about Dean and how much I dislike him. Then I think long and hard about how much I love Sam. So like it or not, Dean is pretty involved in my life. He's involved

With Ash and he's Sam's brother. I'm going to have to get over this dislike thing. I have no idea how or when but at least I know why.

"Amy?!" I hear a voice yelling over the music, however, the music is way too loud so I can't figure out who is yelling for me. The fact that I heard the voice meant my speakers weren't loud enough. I crank up "Wild things" by Alessia Cara and roll over, shoving my face in a pillow. I can feel the bass in my chest, my whole body vibrating with the sound. Suddenly, it cuts off and I roll over, ready to start yelling. It's just Sam. "Move over," he sighs, patting my hip. I move over slightly and he lays down on his side beside me. " You are handling this like an angry teenager," he says, pressing his palm against my neck and moving his thumb back and forth against my cheek. "I know," I say, closing my eyes. "I just love her so much, and he went and took her to that place," I say, crying again. "I know, but they love each other and you have to trust that he will take care of her," Sam says, pain seeping into his voice just a bit. "Yeah, he did a bang up job with you," I scoff before realizing that I was speaking aloud and not in my head. "Amy." "I know, I'm sorry," I say, keeping my eyes closed but scooting closer.

"Just so you know, he does feel sorry about that," Sam says, his hand moving down to my waist and back. "Good," I manage to choke out, despite my newly acquired awkward breathing pattern. I feel Sam leaning down and he tucks his other arm under me, pulling me close as he kisses me. I laugh into the kiss, and go to stand up. My knee slips and I land on his chest. "Don't worry about it," Sam laughs as he closes his eyes and his face turns red. He shifts to sit up and I kind of laugh. "Woah pal, I'm only turning on the radio, you don't have to leave yet," I say with a strange laugh. I reach for the dial but realize that I will have to stand up for that. That's when Sam's arm reaches up behind me and cranks the dial back up before pulling me down. "Okay?" he asks. "Yeah, I'm good," I say, blushing like crazy when he kisses me.