The Winchester's Girl

Chapter 17: Some Time

I get out of the shower and put my clothes on. I then walk out and head to my room to try and sleep the day away. Just as I was about to fall asleep I hear two pairs of footsteps run up the stairs towards my room. Ugggh, can't I just be left alone. "Hey baby, are you okay?" Dean asks frantic looking at me his eyes full of worry. "Yeah, peachy." I say as i turn over and I pull the covers over my head. "Baby I'm sorry. I didn't know it was a trap, baby please look at me." Dean pleads sitting on the bed beside me. I roll over and look at him. "Dean what do you want me to say? I forgive you, I do. I just really would rather not talk about what happened." I sigh trying to calm myself down. "Babe," He starts but I cut him off. "No Dean, I don't want to talk about it right now!" I say stern looking him dead in his forest green eyes. He sighs and asks, "Do you want me to lay with you?" "No, I don't want anyone touching me right now." I say as I try not and remember what happened just hours earlier. "Okay." He says in a deviated tone as he walks out of my room an closes the door. I don't mean to hurt him in any way, but I just don't want any other man touching me right now. I just want to be alone for a while. I lay there in bed thoughts racing through my head as I try to sleep.

Dean's Pov:

Im such an idiot, I should have listened to her and took her with me. Now she probably hates me with a 6 layer passion.

"Hey Dean, how is she? What's going on?" Sam asks almost as frantic as I was. I look at him and sigh in defeat, "I don't know Sammy, she won't really talk to me. She says she just wants to be left alone so I'm guessing not so good. Man, I'm such an asshole!" I explain, the last part just slipping out not meaning to come out. "No Dean your not we both wouldn't let her come, it's not your fault there's no way we could have known." Sam says trying to reason with me. "Sam she hates me!" I say out of anger as I knock all the books off the shelf. "No she doesn't Dean, she just needs some time, you don't know what happened to her, give her some time to cope, she'll tell you soon enough." Sam says resting a hand on my shoulder. "I sure hope so, Sammy." I say feeling my emotions run wild. I feel Sam wrap his strong arms around me. "It's alright brother." He says to me as I feel my eyes fill with the unfamiliar salty tears threatening to spill. I pull apart and head to my room, not daring to let anyone see me cry.

Sam's pov:

I watch as my brother beats himself up over this and it kills me to se him like this. I haven't gotten to see Amanda yet, but from what it sounds like she isn't doing very well with what ever happened while we were gone. I just hope she's okay. I wanna check on her so badly, I care about her and I at least want to see her. Should I? I question myself. "I'm gonna go check on her." I say aloud as I walk up stairs to her bedroom. I knock at the door and hear her say, "Go away Dean."
"It's not Dean. It's Sam, can I come in?" I ask hopeful. "Sure." I hear her say faintly. I open the door an step into her room, I close the door behind me and walk over to her bed.

Amanda's pov:

"What do you want Sam?" I ask looking over to the tall giant who stands by my bed. "I came to check on you. I didn't get to earlier, so." He says with a sad smile. I just stare at him waiting for him to say something worth hearing. "Can I sit?" He asks referring to my bed. "Sure why not, party in my bed!" I say sarcastically with a slight smile. He takes a seat next to me and give me a small smile. "What?" I ask looking at him. "Oh nothing just that shirt looks very familiar." He says jokingly. I look down to see what he was talking about, then it dawned on me, I was wearing his flannel. "Oh yeah, sorry. I just grabbed it, you can have it if you want." I say awkwardly. "No it's fine keep it. It looks good on you." He says with a smile. "Well, okay then, thanks." I say with an awkward smile. "No problem, but I do have to say, I think that you chose my shirt instead of Dean's." He says raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, you caught me there. It's just cause I was so mad that he left me here and I just didn't want to put his clothes on." I admit looking down. "Well, I'm not sure if you've realized, but Dean really feels awful about the whole situation, and you know it's not all his fault." Sam says looking me in the eyes. "Yeah, but he chose to go against me and not to mention he fucking handcuffed me to a bed and left me." I say feeling my anger starting to flare back up. "Look, yes he did go against you, but it was because he wanted to protect you, not only that, but if your so mad at him why aren't you mad at me, cause I hate to say it, but I agreed that it was best to leave you here." He tries to reason with me. "Yeah, but Sam. I thought me and Dean were something. And for us to be something it just hurts worse for some reason." I explain to him best I can. "So what am I chop liver?" Sam asks playfully. "You know what I mean Sam." I say with a small smile. "Yeah I know what you mean, but you have to know that he regrets it and that he's putting it all on himself. He loves you Amanda. I never seen him like this with anyone. I've never seen him care so much about a woman in my life." Sam says staring into my eyes with sincerity. "Your right Sam, it's not his fault and I know that, but he also needs to know that it's gonna take some time for me to tell anyone about what happened." I say in understanding. "Well, if you ever need to talk I'm here." He says with a small smile. "Thanks Sam." I say hugging him tightly. "Your welcome Amanda." He says hugging me. We pull apart and he gets up and heads to the door. "Get some rest Amanda." He says before closing the door.