believe me ; sam winchester (1)

6 ; stay

Huntington Beach, California

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When we got to their motel room, we all fell asleep. I crashed on the floor, despite Sam insisting that I take the bed instead.

"You got the floor last time!" I had said.

"I'll never understand why you'd rather sleep on the floor," Sam argued. "But okay."

When we woke up, I felt a lot better about what had happened yesterday. I was never scared when I was with them.

"Morning," Sam said.

"Don't remind me," I groan, sitting up.

"You really aren't a morning person," Sam laughs.

"Nope," I say. "What time is it?"

"8:42," he answers.

"Dang it," I say. "I wanted to be on the road by eight."

"You're leaving?" Sam asks. "Why?"

"Well," I answer. "It's kind of the point of my whole 'leaving home to travel' thing.."

"Oh," Sam says. "Right."

"You sound disappointed," I notice. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Sam answers. "I just-"

I watch his expression change as he thinks.

"I just want you to stay," he shrugs. "That's all."

"You want me to stay?" I ask him.

"I mean, if you want to.." he answers.

"I don't want to mess things up for you guys," I say. "I really don't know anything about hunting, I'd just slow you guys down."

"We could teach you!" Sam says. "Dean and I could teach you everything you need to know!"

"Do you think Dean would be up to that?" I ask. "He doesn't seem to like me that much."

"Are you kidding? He likes you!" Sam says. "I'm sure he'll say yes."

"What if he doesn't?" I laugh.

"I'll convince him," Sam explains. "Don't worry."

"Okay," I shrug. "Fine."