Oh, What A Bad Idea (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Nineteen

I've meaning to talk to Sam about what's between us for the last few days, but Dean has either not left his side, or has dragged me out for the night with him without asking. And tonight was just one of those night's. "Cmon, Kay." He said, handing me my coat.

"Dean, not tonight, okay? You go out and get drunk or laid or both." I joked, shoving him back toward my room door.

"Why not?"

"Cause we've gone out every other night, and when we do go out, you don't leave my side."

"Is that a bad thing? Were friends. We can o out for a drink together sometimes."

"Yeah, sometimes. Meaning, like, once a week at most."

"So it's more than sometimes, who cares?"

"Dean, I seriously just wanna relax and watch some tv." I'm starting to get a bit ticked.

"Okay, great. I'll bring Sam over and we can make popcorn."

Just piss off. "Can't I have a night to myself?"

"Yes. Just." He put his hands on his hips.

"Just what?"

"Nothing. Just call me if you need anything." He said, his voice back to normal level, and walked out.

"Jesus Christ." I threw my jacket over a chair and flopped on my bed. Maybe I should text Sam to come over. I will in a little bit, I don't want Dean all up in my shit again. Do you think he has an issue with Sam and me? I mean, this all started after he caught us kissing and nothing else has really happened since. I turned on the tv. Late night shows were pretty boring; mostly old movies, but this one is okay. It's the original Clash of the Titans, with Liam Neeson. And it just started, I'm in luck.

***

I'll admit it, I'm being kind of a dick. And an asshole. And annoying. It just drove me up the wall, insane. It's been five days since I walked in on them, and no one has said anything about it. I really thought I was the one she was going after. I mean, she slept in the same bed as me. Twice! And she talks to me more. And she like my kinda music more. And... And... And nothing really. I have no place to think any of this. I walked inside and saw Sam on the bed, watching tv, some old movie, and eating some chips. "Hey."

"Hey, thought you and Kay were going out?" He sat up and turned off the tv.

"Me too." I grabbed a beer and sat at the table to open it, "What's up with you two, anyway?"

"I don't really know. We haven't really had the chance to talk about it, yet."

"Hm. But you're still okay, right? I mean you're not fighting or..."

"No. No, I don't think so. Why? Did she say something about me?" He got worried.

"Not to me." I sipped at the bottle in my hand. He nodded and turned the tv back on.

About 20 minutes later, he crumpled up the empty bag and got up to throw it away. He grabbed a beer out as well and sat back down. His phone got a text and he checked it. I watched in angst and hope as he smiled down at it and texted back, put his shoes on and got his sleep wear from his bag. "Where you goin?"

"Kay's room. You gonna be okay here?"

The envy and resentfulness got worse, "Yeah, I'm good. See you tomorrow." All my work at keeping them separate was for nothing.

***

Sam said he was coming over to stay the night. That could mean a lot. I got up, brushed my teeth, and my hair, and changed into my sleepwear. I wasn't sure what was gonna happen, but I wanted to be prepared for everything. I sat on the edge of the bed. Sam knocked on the door, "Come in." I called and he did. He took off his shoes and threw some sweats and a tee shirt on a chair. "Hey. Clash of the Titans is on."

"I know, I was watching it, too." He said, and came and sat by me.

"It's a classic." I nodded.

"Yeah. I haven't seen it since I was a kid."

"Me neither. I had nightmares about the kraken."

"Mm." He hummed and scooted back against the wall. I followed with him.

We didn't speak again for about 10 minutes, when the question in my head was to loud to ignore any more. I turned the tv down, "So, Sam. I have some things I wanna talk about."

"Good. Me too." He said and stood more attentive.

I turned slightly to face him, "Basically, we did kiss a few days ago and I was wondering where that was going? If it's not no hard feelings we can just move on."

"No, I want that to keep going. If- if you're all for it?"

"Yeah, yeah. I would actually really like that." I smiled and looked him in the eye so he knew I meant it. I just noticed his eyes are green, not brown. "But you should probably know that I have an issue with space and I like to keep a very long leash."

"Okay, I don't mind. I mean, with our line of work, you gotta expect to not be around all the time anyway." He got really into the conversation. He had the whole hand gesture thing going on.

I was really happy about his response and the smile I showed probably looked really dumb. "Yeah." I just kinda stood there for a second and yawned. "Anyway." I snuggled down into the blankets and up against his legs. I turned the tv back up and handed it to Sam, so he could turn it off when he's ready.

I was half asleep when he turned it off, and got changed into his pjs, before snuggling in with me, "Sorry." He whispered as he gently bumped me. So polite. I smiled to myself. He was on his back and I took the opportunity to bring my head and pillow level with his ribs, below his armpit, and throw an arm over his belly. "Are you really comfortable like that?"

"Mmhm." Was all I said and tried desperately to get back to rest. The warmth of his body and rhythmic breathing helping along the way.