One More Night- A Dean Winchester Love Story *COMPLETE*

Chapter 26

Meanwhile

Christine's P.O.V.

Not even halfway to Vermont I regretted going. The traffic was horrible and I know Sam had to hate maneuvering in the big truck. I would have gladly drove some so the burden wouldn't be all on him but because of my stupid cast, I can't.

Sam drove as long as he possibly could before pulling into a motel for the night. I'm rooming with him, in separate beds, of course. But it still feels kinda strange.

"I'm gonna catch a few hours of sleep. Then we can get something to eat and get back on the road." Sam said while he helped me out of the truck.

Something else I feel guilty about. Every time I have to get in or out I need Sam's help. He's going to hate me by the time this trip is over.

"Sounds good." I replied.

I made my way into the motel room and sat down on one of the twin beds. Sam went into the bathroom to change clothes, so while he was occupied I decided to do the same. I had my shirt off and was working on getting my pajama pants on when the bathroom door swung open. I tried to cover up as best as I could with my arms before Sam noticed. When he did realize I was half naked he turned around quickly, covering his eyes.

"Whoa. You should've told me you were changing." Sam said, sounding nervous.

"In hindsight, that is a great idea." I'm sure my face is redder than it has ever been. "I am so sorry."

"It's okay. Are you decent?" Sam asked.

"Almost. It's hard to get my pants on with the cast." God I am so embarrassed. I got my pants up and my shirt on. Scolding myself for thinking I could get dressed before he did. "All right, it's safe."

Sam turned back around but he still didn't look at me. His face looking just as red as mine felt. He laid down on his bed, facing away from me.

I got up and grabbed my crutches. I didn't quite make it to the door when Sam sat up.

"Where are you going? Sam asked, sounding concerned.

"I'm gonna go sleep in the truck." I replied.

"Why?"

"Because I'm about to die of embarrassment and it would be a lot easier if I left the room."

"Christine, it's okay. I didn't see anything."

"I know... but that doesn't make it any less embarrassing."

"How 'bout you try to sleep in here tonight? If it's that mortifying I'll sleep in the truck." Sam offered.

"No. Because that's making you more uncomfortable. It's bad enough you have to help me with everything. I'm sure that's bad enough."

"It's really not that big of a deal."

"It is to me."

"I see. But I like helping you. It's a nice feeling."

"Really?" I asked. No one had ever enjoyed helping me before.

"Really. So come back to bed."

I sighed. For some reason it was very hard to say no to Sam Winchester. Probably the puppy dog eyes. I hopped back over to the bed and laid down.

"One day we're gonna look back on this and laugh, Christine." Sam said after a moment of oddly comfortable silence.

I smiled, he's right. "Call me Chris. It's not like you haven't seen me half-naked."

Sam chuckled. "Okay. Goodnight, Chris."

"Night, Sam." I said before drifting off.

What felt like a few minutes later, Sam was shaking me awake.

"Wanna grab breakfast with me?" Sam asked.

I stretched and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. "Sure. But I'm going in my pajamas."

Sam laughed. "Just as long as you're wearing something."

I glared at him before hoisting myself up out of bed.

"I'm sorry, I had to. But we're looking back and laughing, right?" Sam said innocently.

"But you're the only one laughing." I argued.

"That's true. Although, you're smiling. So you're halfway there."

I didn't have anything to say to that. Well I'm sure I had some kind of comment in my brain somewhere but it's too early to do much thinking.

After chowing down on a decent tasting breakfast we hit the road again.

I thought that my return to Vermont would be more emotional. But when I stepped into my cabin I didn't feel much. I showed Sam the things I wanted to keep. Leah had assured me that her father would take care of the selling of everything else. I'm not sure how much I trust the King of Hell, but I don't really have any other choice.

While Sam dragged my stuff out I went around back to say goodbye to my brother. I sat down on a half rotten stump and stared at the snow covered ground that he laid underneath. Feelings were bubbling up to the surface now. Sadness and anger being the most prominent.

"If you had just coaxed that boy away from the edge that night... if you would have saved Carter you wouldn't be here. I can't believe you didn't help him. The Rick I knew..." I trailed off. I was unsure of what else to say. I felt slightly ridiculous, talking to the frozen ground. "I'm sorry this happened to you. I wish it would have been me instead of you, honestly. But you being the big brother you were wouldn't have allowed that."

I wiped a few tears from my face and looked around. Thankfully Sam wasn't anywhere around. I looked back to the ground. Rick's grave marked with nothing but a snow covered rock. There were so many things I wanted to say. More than anything I want Rick to still be here to say them to.

Sam yelled from the other side of the yard, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Is there anything else you're taking?"

I wiped at my face one last time before joining Sam.

"I think that's it." I replied when I reached him.

Sam was sitting on the edge of the front porch, kicking at snow around his feet. He looked up when he heard me speak.

"Are you okay, Chris?" He asked.

"No. But I will be." I answered before joining him on the porch.