The Winchester's Girl

Chapter 25: I have to go

I make my way over to the impala, my mind racing with thoughts.  

Would it really be that far of a stretch? I mean am I really broken? I feel fine. Who am I kidding I don't feel fine at all. But I'm sure as hell not gonna let them know that. I'm not important, saving people now that's important and worth putting attention towards.

As I wait for the boys, my back rests lightly against the impala. A few moments later a very stressed looking Sam comes out of the bunker and makes his way over to the impala.

"Amanda?" His quiet voice echoes through my head and eventually pulls me from my thoughts.

"Uhh, Yeah Sam?" I question, looking up into his worried eyes, acting as if I didn't just zone out.

"Are you sure your okay?" He questions as his eyes continue searching deep into my light blue ones. I try to avoid his stare, but can't seem to break away from the contact. I inhale deeply and fall back on the impala before answering.

"Sam I'm fine." I manage to get out while looking deep into his trusting eyes.

"Amanda, we both know that's a lie." Sam says his voice low as he gives me a look of sadness.

God, why does he read me so well, just like I'm an open book. Normally I can lie my way out of these situations, dealing with feelings and all.

Before I could come up with some remark, Dean finally emerges from the bunker. He walks over to us, but instead of him greeting us, he opens the car door and gets in. Sam gives me a questioning glance, instead of saying something I just shrug and climb into the back of the impala.

~Hours later~

"So.." Sam attempts to break the awkward silence that fills the air. He glances first at Dean then back at me.

"Okay, are we gonna talk about this or?" Sam tries again to break the uncomfortable silence. Fed up with Dean not saying a thing I finally speak up.

"Okay Sam, what do you want to talk about?" I ask as I glare at Dean, who I caught staring back at me in the mirror.

"Well how about the fact that you two haven't said a word since you've laid eyes on each other." He suggests his voice slightly agitated.

"Well, I don't know Dean why haven't you spoke?" I ask as my eyes move towards the mirror where I can see his focused eyes on the road.

"Well Amanda I'm not sure if you know, but a conversation works only if the other person talks too." He says with a frustrated smirk aimed directly at me.

"Well Dean we're talking now, so what did you want to converse about?" I question sending him back the same frustrated smirk.

"How about the fact that when ever I bring up the thing with the angel you go all rouge on me?" He shouts, but his face immediately shows a since of regret.

"Pull over." I say in the calmest tone I possibly can as I'm trying to keep my fury under control.

"No I'm not pulling over, we need to talk about this like it or not." He says in a very demanding tone.

"Dean if you don't pull this car over I will open this damn door and jump out while your driving!" I yell at him as I try and hold back my sudden emotions.

He then decided to pull over to the side of the road. Once the car comes to a complete stop, I climb out of the car and make my way to the trunk. I open the trunk and grab my bag. When all of a sudden I feel unexpected emotions run through me, sadness mixed with a bit of anger. Just as I'm going to shut the trunk, Dean appears beside of me.

"Come on Amanda what are you doing? He questions his forest green eyes staring me down in confusion with a bit of emotion.

"I'm leaving." I simply say as I avoid eye contact and go to move around him. Before I could walk around him I feel him grab me by my waist. 

"Dean let go of me." I say in a low tone still avoiding his eyes.

"Amanda look at me." He whispers as he pulls me close to him, wrapping both his strong arms around my waist, trapping me.

"No Dean, quit." I try and protest, but fail miserably as my eyes slowly trail up to meet his beautiful green ones.

"Amanda I love you. And I know that you are really pissed at me right now, but I have my reasons-"

I roll my eyes and shake my head in disbelief.

"Amanda." He says as he moves my head up to face his.

Our eyes meet again except this time I can't look away even if I want to they're completely locked on his. Slowly he starts to lean in and so do I. Both of our eyes close shut as our lips collide, interlocking with each other as we share a long passionate kiss. We pull apart only for me to realize that I had just given into him. I lick my lips still tasting the faint whisky from the kiss.

"I'm sorry Dean, but I have to go." I mange to whisper as I slip out of his grip. Before he could protest I start to walk down the road, leaving him bewildered standing alone by the impala trunk.