Warping to Destiny - A Supernatural FanFiction

Chapter 10 - An Intimate Moment

Katie's POV

We went back to the motel in a fairly good mood. I particularly noticed Sam watching Dean with a small smile. I sat on the bed nearest to Sam with my back against the headboard and my knees drawn up. I was absently paging through a magazine I had bought at Walmart.

Around 11 Dean got up to leave again and said, "I'm gonna go get us some beer and snacks. As he got to the door, Maggie jumped up and said "Oh, please let me go with you, I'm climbing the walls here!"

Dean paused for a moment, turned and looked at Maggie with that sideways look he has and then said, "Sure, why not? It'll be an adventure."

When the door closed I said to Sam, "You do know that when he leaves like that he usually ends up doing something sneaky?"

Sam laughed and said, "Yeah, I know. I guess you do know us pretty well don't you?"

"Do you think that's 'just creepy' too?" I asked.

"No, not really, he said thoughtfully. "I think it's pretty fascinating actually." He paused for a moment and then looked at me over his computer. "I think you're pretty fascinating too." he said.

For once in my life, I could think of absolutely nothing to say! I just stared at him for a second and then broke eye contact. I am head over heals in love with Sam, and have been since before I even knew he was real. But I never thought he might be remotely interested in me. I'm attractive enough, I guess, but nothing special. Maggie is far prettier. So when he said that to me, I can't tell you how my heart jumped. Well, actually, I guess I just did, didn't I?

Sam broke the silence by asking, "So tell me, am I really very much like this TV character of yours?"

"So far, pretty much, yeah. I mean, I feel like I know you, the show's been on for nine years. But really, I guess I don't actually know YOU, ya know?"

Sam looked at me for what seemed like a long time. Then he said softly, "I suspect you probably do. He paused for a moment and then said, "And somehow, I find I kind of like that."

I laid the magazine aside and wrapped my arms around my knees, smiling at him. I said, "Sam, can I ask you a personal question?"

He got up from the desk chair and came over and sat on the bed near my feet. My heart began racing and I felt hot all over but I managed somehow to keep my calm. At least, I think I did. He said, "Sure, go ahead."

I looked into his gorgeous eyes, which were looking  very green at that moment, and I said, "How do you do it? How do you keep going with all the crap you've been through. Where I come from, I don't know of anyone whose ever gone through half of what you have in terms of emotional upheaval, let alone all the physical pain you've endured, and if there were such a person they would probably be in a mental ward somewhere. How do you keep going?"

Sam considered for few minutes and then he said, "So many times I almost couldn't. There are times I came so close to just breaking down. I guess the short answer to your question is Dean. I know we don't always see eye to eye, and we get under each other's skin. But underneath all the bullshit we pull each other through whatever we have to. Without Dean I would never have made it here in one piece." He chuckled humorlessly. "Not sure I can say I made it through completely sane, but at least I'm still functioning."

We looked at each other for several minutes, not speaking. Then I said softly, "One thing that distinguishes you from your TV counterpart is that you wear the visible signs of what you've gone through."

He turned his head a little bit and half smiled. "You mean all my 'pretty' scars?" He said.

I nodded a bit and said "Yeah." I unhinged my legs and moved closer to him. I reached my hand toward his face and asked, "May I?"

He nodded. I reached up and touched his cheek where there were four long, parallel scars, faded a bit from time. "These you got when Meg sicced her shadow demons on you." I took his left hand in mine, turned it over to the inside, and pushed up his shirt sleeve. There was a long scar from a slash that went almost from his elbow to his wrist. I traced it softly with my fingers and said, "You got this from the ghouls that killed your brother Adam. There's a matching one on your other arm too."

I began to  feel my eyes filling with tears. He watched as I moved my hand from scar to scar, glancing at my eyes in between each move.

I opened his hand, where there was a scar right across it, and touched that one gently also. "You did this one to yourself when you almost finished the third trial." I put his hand down gently and picked up his right one. There was a V-shaped scar in the middle of his palm. "And this one you got by falling  on a pile of glass, when Cass decided he would be the new God. You used the pain of it to help you determine what was real and what was imaginary when you were being plagued by Lucifer."

By this time I was actively crying. I looked into his eyes and said, "And that's not to mention all the scars you have on your arms from proving to people you bleed red."

He reached over and wiped the tears from my face with his hand. "Why is this hurting you so?"

I looked away from him for a moment, then turned back and said, "It was hard enough to watch these things happen when I thought it was make-believe. I cried when they all happened to you, when it was just make-believe. But to know that you actually suffered all these things, actually felt all this pain, actually dealt with the fear they must have caused, that's making my heart hurt." I could barely get the words out of my mouth at this point.

He took my hands in both of his and looked into my eyes for several long moments. His own eyes were teary as well. I was definitely feeling he was about to kiss me, when the door burst open and in came Maggie and Dean, laughing and acting like kids who just egged the neighbor's house and gotten away without getting caught.

"Are we interrupting anything?" Asked Dean, wearing his 'aha I caught you' face.

I quickly looked away and wiped my eyes as Sam sighed and stood up. He said, "No, of course not. What's up with you two?"

I looked at Maggie, who was wide-eyed and obviously excited. I could see she was trying to send me eye-signals but I had no clue what she was trying to say. I'd just have to wait till we were alone to get her story.