Carry on (Supernatural)

Let's All Get Back To Work

Amy's POV
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I was speechless. Sam just kissed me. What was I going to do?!

Sam's POV
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I stood ten feet away from her closed door. I had just kissed Amy Hearst. I walked into the living room feeling my cheeks burn. I had just kissed Amy Hearst. Cas looked at me and gave me a crooked look. I turned even redder, would he know? He looked me up and down and asked, "What happened in there?" The question made me even more flustered. I stammered,
"Uh well I I uh well.." I didn't even begin to say what had happened. Cas frowned. I felt even more nervous. I came up with something else to say before anyone suspected anything was up, "I just told her that I didn't want her to have to rush into anything and she accepted my apology." Cas squinted at my response. He then turned and sat back down. I breathed out a sigh of relief.

Amy's POV
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I decided to stay in my room most of the afternoon and look for cases on my laptop to get my mind off of all the commotion going on. We needed to get some work done honestly. After about two and a half hours of looking and slacking off I found a case. It was about three hours from the location of the bunker so not too far. It would give us something to get our minds off of everything. I came out into the living room to find no one. I heard chatter in the kitchen and went to see what was up. When I entered the kitchen I saw Sam, Dean and Charlie sitting around the counter having a beer. When I entered Sam immediately straightened up and cleared his throat. I felt awkward so I just blurted out what I came in for, "Uh well I found a case, I thought we should get some actual work done instead of doing nothing around the bunker all day." Dean responded rather quickly,
"Yeah, that is a good point, let's do this!" To me Dean always seemed to enthusiastic about hunting.
We got packed up and headed down the road. I took a window seat I the car since I didn't want to face another awkward and angry staring contest between Sam and Cas. I slid into the backseat of the passenger and Sam managed to get in before Cas could. Cas had the look of "I'm going to kill you in 3 seconds" it was kind of funny I will admit, but I was nervous about sitting next to Sam for three hours.
After about an hour of staring out the window Sam tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "Hey about earlier, uh I hope that wasn't a bad move." I smirked, I never expected him to say something like that. I replied quietly,
"I didn't mind that move." He gave me a crooked grin. For the next two hours he kept looking over at me, I kept looking over at him. I kept getting butterfly's every time I looked at him or he looked at me.
We arrived at a motel to drop some things off and head over to a crime scene to check things out. While we were at the motel the boys once again let us girls have the beds. What gentlemen. We called Gabe and Balthazar up do they could lend us a hand since they ditched us when things got awkward back at the bunker. They told us they would meet us at the scene.

Dean's POV
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During the drive I had noticed something weird in the air between Sam and Amy. When we got to the motel they got even weirder. I tried not to focus I them and focus on Charlie but I couldn't help but notice Cas, I felt bad for the guy, he liked Amy hair as much as Sam and he was getting pushed out of the picture. I went over and talked to him about it, "Hey Cas, how are man, is everything fine with uh you know who?" He looked up at me then down at the floor.
"Well no, your brother is all charm then he is me an angle of the lord."
"Aww come on man don't give up, try to make a move." He looked at me with hope and slowly stood up and walked over to Amy and Cas.

Cas's POV
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I walked over to Amy and Sam. As I got to them I stepped between Sam and Amy so I was facing Amy. She looked at me and smiled. I decided to "make a move" as Dean calls it, "Hello Amy, I-"
I was cut off by Sam saying that we should head to the crime scene. And just like that, my soul was crushed, metaphorically speaking. That wouldn't actually crush anyone's soul.

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Well hoped you liked it! Hope that wasn't too cliche. Thank you!
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