You Are A What

{5~ Starstruck}

Sam's POV

After Dean finished fixing Taylor's wound, she had only stayed still long enough for him to bandage the fresh sutures.

"Taylor sit your ass down," Dean growled as she tried to push past him.

"I am okay. Now get out of my way. We are wasting time. My dad will be home and then what?" As the words left her mouth the phone rang on the wall. I watched as she roughly brushed passed Dean, cradling her stomach before grabbing it off the wall.

"Hello?" Arianna looks to me biting her lip mouthing, 'her dad' before looking back to Taylor.

"Yes, they're here." There was a slight pause and her jaw clenched.

"You can't decide that for me. Not now or ever again." The one sided conversation grew more heated as the seconds passed.

"I'm leaving this place! Do whatever you think can and I will hit you back twice as hard." Something must have set her off to throw the phone into the wall but she did, shattering it into fragments across the floor. It was as if we were holding our breath.

"Please. Can we go?" She looked to Dean pleadingly.

"Yeah."

Arianna let's out a breath of relief before walking over to Taylor.

"Let's get you another shirt Tay." She says holding Taylor's hand smiling.

"Thank Aria."

Dean glances at me before nodding to the door. I follow his lead helping pack the bags to the Impala and Camaro. When we were out of the house we both seem to graciously appreciate the fresh air.

"That was a lot." Dean spoke first running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah. I'm glad they're going with us." Dean smirked for a moment before nudging my arm.

"Uh huh. I guess having Arianna at your side isn't so bad is it Sammy?" I crack a smile but roll my eyes.

"Shut up dude." Keeping my eyes on the ground I avoid Dean's gaze. He would see right through me if I looked at him.

"It's okay. I'm glad you have shown interest in someone."

The sentence had a joking tone but more meaning than originally met the eye. His hand clapping my shoulder got my attention before he rounding back around the Impala to start it up.

Arianna's POV

Taylor checked her room one last time for forgotten things.

"I think we are good," Taylor says with a small smile.
"Wait!" Her eyes widened. "I almost forgot this. That would have been a disaster." She pulls a familiar pink lamb plush.

"Happy!" I hug the small lamb close to my chest enjoying the familiar feeling. She had been through thick and thin with me, regardless whether she was just a stuffed animal or not. "Thanks Taylor. This means a lot," I say smiling.

"It is no problem babes," her spunky attitude in place.

Sam was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for us both.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, We're good. I will leave you two to check the downstairs, shouldn't be too hard." Taylor shoots me a sneaky smile before darting out the door.

We were walking through the kitchen and dining room making sure no remnants of the makeshift operating room was left behind.

"Looks clean to me," Sam says after scanning the table and counters.