Carry On My Wayward Universe

Chapter 22

Amy:

"Can I just say?" I laugh, wiggling my eyebrows and looking up at him from where I am laying on his chest. "At this point, you can say what ever you want," Sam laughs, kissing me in almost the same way he did last night. "Oh, no, no,no. Not now love," I laugh, pulling him closer all the while. "Alright, I'll be in the shower," Sam says, kissing down my shoulder as he gets out of bed. After we shower we go ahead and head to the kitchen. Hopefully we don't run into the other two. Just because I threw on a robe and he's only wearing a pair of pajama pants. I know how Ash is about nudity when it isn't Dean.

Being the chubby girl I always have been, last night was incredible. I don't think any girl has ever really been comfortable with her body. I was though. For the first time ever, my own skin was good enough. All the scars, all the stretch marks, they are so totally a beautiful thing. "You are a beautiful woman," Sam says, nosing my neck as he pulls out the orange juice. "Thank you," I say, turning strawberry red at the side of his chest. "Think you could put a shirt on?" I ask, sitting down on a bar stool and trying not to stare. "Are you ashamed of me or something?" he jokes, sitting down beside me. "Definitely not, I'm just trying to eat and you are being very distracting with your shirtlessness and all," I say, just as I hear laughter from down the hall. Ash and Dean come into the kitchen with there arms around each other. We make eyes at each other and start laughing. "We can talk later," I say, hugging her. "Yes we will. This is a big step away from Tyler. A step in the right direction," Ash says, taking the other slice of toast off my plate. I agree with that statement wholeheartedly.

"So I'll be right back," I say, trying to contain all the happy feelings inside of me as I run down the hallway into my room. "I DID IT WITH SAM WINCHESTER!" I squeal, dancing around with my arms up and laughing. While I am yelling things like "Oh my god" and "Holy shit" the thought occurs to me that they are probably laughing at me and can totally hear everything I am saying. For a second I am mightily embarrassed. Until I think about the reason I am yelling. Then I am once again throwing my fists around and laughing and kicking the air and jumping around. I look in the mirror and my hair is a mess, red curls are flying in my face from every direction and my face is flushed.

I re-enter the kitchen with a certain air of calm that I bet anyone can sense is total bull. "Better?" Sam asks, pulling me onto his lap. "Never been," I say, kissing his cheek. "You've never really been all over the guy you are sleeping with. I see super improvement happening here," Ash says, pulling out her total therapist side. "We can talk about all the improvements in my life later, how was your night?" I ask, wiggling my eyebrows at her in a very suggestive manner. Dean is sitting close and I can tell that their knees are touching under the table without even having to look. "We can talk about that later," she says and she starts blushing which is kind of awesome because with just a look, I can cause her to blush pretty easily.

"So I am going out, just to run a check on some things today but I want you to stay here with Dean and Ash because it's safer okay?" Sam asks, holding my face in both his hands. "Okay, sure thing," I say, nodding with some difficulty. "Okay, I'm going to go get dressed. After that give me like an hour and I'll be back home, safe and sound," Sam promises, setting me beside him and leaving the table. "Yeesh, you already look worried," Dean says, commenting on my attitude shift. "He's a big boy, he can handle himself," I say with a laugh. "You're not being skipped out on. Not a one night stand. He's got work but he's coming home to you," Ash says, patting my hand as she gets up to put her dishes in the sink. "I love you and I'll be home as soon as I can," Sam says, coming back through the kitchen to kiss me on his way out. "Yeah, yeah, love you too," I laugh with a wave of my hand. Oh dear mental issues, how I have never missed you.

I figure giving Ash and Dean some more space might be a good thing for Ash. So I clear out and head to my room. My room literally looks like a tornado was set free in here. Before I get started, dressing might be a good plan. I quickly locate Sam's shirt from last night and the pajama pants he was wearing before he left. Now I'm comfortable. Finally.