Sam Winchester to the Rescue

Part 2

"Sammy?" I said, surprised when he picked up. "I'm sorry, did I wake you up? I can call back later if-"

"No I'm fine," he cut me off. "What's the matter? Are you okay?" He got right to the point. Yeah, he knew exactly why I was calling him.

"No... I'm not okay, Sam. I want to come home. To you. I'm sorry to interrupt your time with Dean but I can't do this anymore. I'll help you out on that hunt in Georgia."

"But Y/N, the wedding's tomorrow," Sam said.

"I know..." I trailed off. "I just can't Sam. Please," I pleaded. I was still upset about the whole fight with Brooke during dinner. I made a fool out of myself and I couldn't face them again. I knew they wouldn't miss me when I left.

"Hold on," Sam said. "Hey, can I call you back? Something important just came up. I gotta run."

Oh... "Okay... talk to you later then..." I heard the end tone and lowered the phone from my ear. Sam had never done that to me before. He always made me feel important when he talked to me. He always gave me his undivided attention.

A noise from outside drew me away from my thoughts. A very familiar noise. I got up from my bed and peeked out the window to confirm my suspicions.

When I got there, I looked down and saw two people standing below. My heart started beating wildly in my chest as I raced out of my room, down the stairs, passed my confused family, and out the front door.

None other than my boyfriend, Sam Winchester was there to greet me, a huge goofy grin on his face, his arms wide open. I gladly jumped into them, my arms wrapping around his neck and my legs around his torso.

"Gosh I missed you so much," I whispered into his neck.

"Hey, no PDA please," Dean chuckled from behind us.

Sam ignored him, "It was only three days," he whispered back.

"I know, but in that house, with them, it felt like an eternity." I finally pulled out of the hug and Sam lowered me to the ground.

He immediately grabbed the sides of my face (he liked doing that), leaned in, and kissed me. I was very happy to kiss back. I had, after all, been deprived for 3 whole days.

Dean started coughing, causing Sam and me to break apart laughing, "Alright, alright. We get it," Sam said, rolling his eyes.

"Thanks for coming to rescue me, Sam. I already packed up so we can be out of here real quick," I informed him.

"Rescue you? As much as I would love being your knight in shining armor, we didn't come to take you to Georgia. We, well, I came to be your date to the wedding." He started leaning in for another kiss, but I stopped him. This was important.

"But Sammy..." I whined.

"We both know you want to see James get married, right?" he paused, waiting for a response. I nodded and he continued, "but the rest of your family, especially Brooke, are tearing you apart. So we came to keep you company. We'll be outta here tomorrow night. Is that okay? You can still say no and we can leave now."

I was silent for a moment, thinking it over. I had been so eager to leave this place a few minutes ago, but now with Sam and Dean here, offering to be my dates to the wedding and keep me company... and I could see James get married. "Okay," I finally said, "but we're gone if anything else happens like tonight." I turned around to look back at the house and found Brooke in the window, watching us. When our eyes met, she quickly left the window, probably embarrassed she got caught spying.

"Deal," Sam said, smiling slightly. But that smile disappeared as he asked, " What happened tonight?"

"I'd rather not talk about it," I replied, forcing the memory away from my mind. "So how'd it go in Georgia?"