Supernatural

Chapter Forty-Six~Brunch and a Movie

I wake up in the morning before Dean so I can fix everything I didn't fix yesterday. I sneak into the library and find that Sam is already there with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Hey, Sam." I greet him quietly. He looks slightly surprised to see me, but recovers quickly.

"Morning, Ang." He greets me and watches as I begin to unpack everything from the bags. "Notice anything different?" He asks. I look at him and see his happy smile, but nothing else is different about him. I start looking around the room and jump when I see the flat screen in the wall. I whirl around and look at Sam.

"How did you do this?" I ask excitedly. He gets up and walks over to it.

"I just cleared out some bookshelves and the slats of wood just slid right out, so after that I just fit the TV in, and plugged it in down here." He explains, and motions to a plug in the bottom of the wall.

"That's great! Thank you, Sam!" I gently hug him and he gives me a hug back. I look back at the TV and smile. "Okay, awesome. Now, I just have to set everything else up." I continue to unpack all the bags and make sure Sam knows where his blender is. Sam unpacks things next to me and helps me to tear the tags off all the merchandise. I choose to do the pillows first. I save three for Dean's bed, and throw the rest on any chair I find. Sam doesn't think I notice, but I see him squirrel away two of them for his own room as well. The blankets are next. I lay three blankets over the chairs in the library, give one to Sam, and save one for Dean and I's room. I sort the bouquets with the vases and set one on each table in the library and the kitchen. I head up the stairs and put the rug I picked out with a W on it in front of the door. I grin at it and then go back down to put out the other rugs. I put a padded rug in front of the sink so people's feet don't hurt when they do the dishes, and one long rug down the hall beside the front door. I hang one of the clocks in the library, and the other in the kitchen. I then set the dishes on the counter and leave them there to be put away later. I use a couple of the pictures and put them in frames and place them around. I save a few and tuck them away with the rest of the stuff heading to Dean and I's room. I finally pour myself a cup of coffee and go back to sit with Sam. When I sit beside him he slowly slides a remote towards me. I look at him, but he's just staring at his laptop with a grin on his face. I laugh and pick up the remote. I turn on the TV and turn on the news, then I sigh and sink low in my chair while drinking my coffee. "This is nice." I say and peek at Sam. He had shut his laptop and was watching the news, same as me.

"Yeah it is, but you know what we need now?" Sam asks and I sit up and turn to look at him. He looks at me too and I can see the excitement in his eyes. "A couch." I burst out laughing but nod the whole time.

"I like it, I like it. Next time we go out, we'll rent a U-Haul and get one. Deal?" I propose.

"Deal. But Dean has to come too." Sam counters, but I have no argument.

"And Dean will come too." I approve and then look up when I hear grunting from the doorway by the stairs.

"Ya'll are very noisy in the morning." I hear a quiet Dean say. I hop up and rush to the doorway to find him walking with no wheelchair. His robe has been thrown on, and he's still in the underwear I put on him last night.

"Dean! You promised you wouldn't walk like this!" I tuck myself under his arm and take on as much weight as he'll let me.

"Yes, well. My trusty helper wasn't there." He says and I roll my eyes. I help him up the few stairs and into a chair in the library. Sam waves at him with a smile as Dean looks around the room. I watch him take it in while biting my lip nervously. I see his eyes pause on the few pictures I put out and when he turns to face me he has a big smile on his face. Shakily, he stands and before I can make him sit down he pulls me close and kisses me. I kiss him back instantly and I can't stop the joy from flowing through me at knowing he's not upset with the decorations. I wrap an arm around his uninjured side in case he falls and my hand caresses his face. He breaks away and pulls me into his arms. I hug him back and glance at Sam. His face is the softest I've ever seen it as he stares at Dean and me. I furrow my brow at him and he realizes I'm looking at him. He mouths 'the pictures' at me. I think back to the pictures I had scattered around the room. I put out the picture of Sam laughing while covered in the blankets, a picture of Sam and I making ridiculous faces, and a picture of us just smiling.