Sammi and Sam's Supernatural Adventures

Don't Want This Trip To End

The remainder of our time on board the cruise ship went absolutely smoothly. The meds helped keep the flu from returning and I was finally able to have some fun with my family. There was only one night during that time where I decided to stay back and spend time with my son, and that was the night everyone else wanted to go to the casino. I was never one to gamble, never even played the lottery, so I offered to take Cam and hang out in my room. I had just put Cam down for the night when someone knocked on my door. A quick look through the peephole and I saw Dean and Marissa supporting Sam, who looked like dead weight. I opened the door and they walked him over to the bed and laid him down. "What happened to him?" I asked. "Your dad happened," Marissa answered. "He challenged Sam and your brother to a drink off." "Before you say anything, Sam originally turned him down," Dean said. "It took your father 45 minutes to convince him that they were on vacation and it was one time only." Remembering what happened the last time Sam got drunk, I backed away from the bed and grabbed Cam from his crib. "Maybe we should stay with you tonight, Dean," I suggested. "I don't think you have anything to worry about," Dean said. "He's pretty wasted. He probably doesn't even know where he is right now. I'd say if anything, keep a bucket next to his side of the bed." "Are you sure?" I asked. "IF he wakes up and starts crap, you can come right to my room and stay with me," Dean offered. "Cam can stay with me, if you want," Marissa said. "Your dad is down for the count, so I could use the company." I handed Cam over and said, "Thank you. And when dad comes to, tell him I'm going to kick his butt for this." Marissa laughed. "I'll warn him, I promise." She took Cam and headed back to her room while Dean stayed behind to make sure I was going to be ok. "If you want, you can stay in my room tonight and I'll stay here with Sam," he said. "I'll take my chances," I told him. "I've dealt with worse." "You call me if you need anything, you hear me?" he said. "I promise you'll be the first person I call," I assured him. "Thanks for your help." He left shortly after and I was alone with a passed out Sam. It was the last night of our trip and part of me was wishing we could stay just a little bit longer. Because I was sick in the beginning, I had missed out on a lot of the activities in the first few days. Looking at Sam laying there drunk, however, part of me was relieved that this was the last day. I went into the bathroom and grabbed the garbage can, placing it on Sam's side of the bed, just like Dean told me to. Before making myself comfortable, I covered him with a blanket and kissed his forehead. When I woke up the next morning, Sam was not lying next to me. I sat up and noticed that the garbage can was still there, but it was empty. Thinking he may have gone to get breakfast, I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up and there he was, passed out over the toilet. I shook my head and flushed before attempting to wake him up. "Sam, sweetheart, wake up," I said, very softly. He groaned, but opened his eyes and looked right at me. "What happened last night?" he asked. "From what Dean and Marissa told me, Dad challenged you to a drink off," I said. "I feel like I drank an entire liquor store," he said. "For what it's worth, Dean said you resisted for quite a while before giving in," I smiled. "I'm sorry, babe," he said. "It's alright," I told him. "Nothing bad happened this time. Why don't we get you in the shower? It might help." I carefully helped him up and got him undressed. Once I had the water set to the right temperature, I assisted him as he stepped into the tub. When I was sure he'd be alright on his own, I walked back out into the bedroom to change out of my pajamas. As I was reaching for my outfit, I felt a wet set of arms wrapping around me from behind. I spun around and looked up to see my husband looking down at me, looking much better than he had earlier. "That shower was a great idea," he smiled. "Thank you." "I'm just glad you're feeling better," I told him. "I wanted to make the most of our last day on board." "I know the perfect way to start it," he said, laying me down on the bed. We were just finishing our love-making session when there was a knock on the door. "Let me in, princess," Dean said from the other side. We both rushed to get dressed, and Sam made the bed before I unlocked the door. "Nice to see someone is feeling better this morning," Dean said to his brother. "I take it you had no problems last night?" "Not at all," I said. "I woke up this morning to someone hugging the toilet, though." "At least I didn't puke in the bed," Sam said. "I took a shower, though, and I feel much better." "That's good," Dean said. "Jim, Marissa, and Declan are waiting for us in the dining room." The ship docked at around 5 o'clock that night. We loaded into our cars and headed back to the hotel we'd be staying at until we drove home the next day. Dad offered to treat us to dinner, so we wound up at the local diner. When we had all had our fill, we went back to the hotel and settled in for the night. It was hard to believe that our cruise had come to an end, but even with the demon incident, my sickness, and Sam's drunkenness, things turned out pretty good. It was going to be hard getting back to reality, especially when reality for us consisted of many unusual occurrences...