Dakota Quinn meets a young boy in a similar situation to her own.
All the two have is each other, a stray dog, and the smallest amount of money possible. How will they manage?
[Book 1 of 3]
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Dakota looks at Sam with a huge grin. "You set all this up on your own?" She asks in shock. The boy nods.
"Uh, yeah." He shrugs. "I told you I wanted to make it up to you, and I figured this would make it up to you."
"I really does!" Dakota tells him, laughing slightly. "But you just telling me that you didn't regret the kiss made it up to me enough. This is just amazing!"
"Well sit down." Sam gestures to the logs with cushions and blankets draped over them. Dakota smiles and takes a seat on one of them as Sam walks to the fire pit and lights it with a lighter he pulls out of his pocket before he takes a seat next to her.
"This is perfect, Sam. Thank you." Dakota smiles, resting her head on his shoulder and staring at the fire as small sparks fly off.
"I wanted you to like it." Sam says softly, not moving and allowing the blonde to keep her head on his shoulder.
"Well I do." She tells him. "God, Sam, I love it. Seriously, no one has ever done anything like this for me before. Not even Luke." She freezes when she mentions his name and feels Sam tense slightly.
"Who's Luke?" Sam asks as Dakota removes her head from his shoulder and the two face each other.
Dakota sighs as she feels tears building up in her eyes again. "He is my ex boyfriend." The young girl explains quietly. "We were pretty close, I thought he loved me. I thought I loved him too, but I'm not sure I ever really did. But he cheated on me, with my best friend Casey. That happened a while back, probably two months? But since then, Casey, Luke and my other friend Jordan, though I guess I wouldn't count her as my friend anymore. Well they started being awful to me, you know? They called me a slut, and Jordan started blaming me for the fact that Luke and Casey hooked up. It was awful, and I just couldn't stand it anymore. It got so bad that pretty much everyone in School started calling me a slut, or a tease. It was really contradicting, I know, but it was awful. Luke always said the reason he did it was because I wouldn't have sex with him, but Casey would. I hate them. But, somehow, I think that some part of me, this horrible and traitorous part of me, will always love them." Dakota finally gathers the courage to look up and into Sam's eyes, and all she sees is anger, hatred and sympathy. No judgement like she feared, just hatred towards the people who claimed to love her and betrayed her, and sympathy for the girl he was falling for.
"I am so sorry, Kota." Sam whispers, brushing the young girls tears away with his thumb. He doesn't think he's ever seen someone so vulnerable from anything but an actual monster. He knew people were twisted, but this was awful. "I swear, if I ever see those asshats I will kill them."
"No, Sammy." Dakota shakes her head. "I am fine, you are not killing them. As much as I hate them, I don't want them dead. And it's not your fault, so don't apologise."
"I know it's not my fault, but I'm still sorry." Sam states sadly, and Dakota groans as he turns his puppy dog eyes power on.
"Thank you for listening." She sighs, placing her head back on his shoulder. "I didn't think I'd ever be able to tell anyone that. But I trust you. I don't know if it's because of our connection or if I just trust you because you're you. But I trust you more than anyone, except maybe Dallas, I think you tie with her. But really, thank you."
"Anytime, Buttercup. Anytime." Sam murmurs, placing a kiss onto the top of her head and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"As much as I love talking about my feelings- note the sarcasm- can we please talk about something less depressing?" Dakota questions, wiping at her eyes to get rid of the tears. Sam chuckles and nods slightly.
"Of course. You know, you sound like Dean, he hates talking about his feelings too." Sam smiles.
"Yeah? Tell me about him?" Dakota requests, making the young boy grin automatically.
"Well he's a dick most of the time." He begins making Dakota giggle slightly, which causes him to grin at the sound he finds so wonderful. "But he is also very protective, and sometimes that's great and I love it, but other times it gets really annoying. He also does everything Dad tells him to, like the perfect Soldier, and it makes me so mad. Not even at him, I get mad at Dad because he made him this way. He is a complete player, seriously he hates even the thought of serious relationships. And as much as he hides it behind humour and sarcasm, he's very sensitive and cares a lot. I know me running away will have affected him badly, he'll take it personally. He always takes these things personally. And it makes me feel bad that I make him feel that way, but I just can't help it, I don't want the life I was raised in. I want a normal and safe life."
Dakota smiles at the fondness in Sam's voice as he speaks of his older brother. "You really look up to him, don't you?"
"Well, he pretty much raised me. It's either him or Dad, and I don't want to be like my Dad! He is obsessed, and does not treat me or Dean as his sons, he treats us as Soldiers, except he doesn't treat us with respect." Sam shakes his head, and Dakota frowns. The complete change in tone from when he was speaking of his brother to when he started speaking of his Father was obvious, and it wasn't something Dakota finds endearing in the slightest, it makes her slightly worried.
"As much as he upsets you, you must love your Dad though. Right?" Dakota states, hoping that Sam will agree, but all she gets for that question is silence.
"I think so." He finally replies. "But I think it's more I love the idea of what he could be, of what I know he could be because of stories Dean has told me of before Mom died. I love what he is like on those rare days he'll take us to a Zoo, or the City. It's rare, but it has happened a couple of times. I love the idea of who John Winchester is deep down, the part of him he rarely lets me see. I know he cares, I do, but he doesn't show it enough. Are parents not supposed to let their children know how much they care? And I am pretty sure he sometimes blames me for Mom's death, 'cause she died in my Nursery."
Dakota listens intently, and finds she dislikes John Winchester very much. She doesn't hate him though, because by the way Sam speaks of the man, he does try. He's just too consumed by the thought of revenge to show he cares.
"Do you miss him?" Dakota asks.
"Of course I miss him." Sam whispers. "I always miss him, Kota. Him and Dean."
