Second Generation (Supernatural Sam x OC)

Chapter 4: Me?

Elliott shifted in her bed not wanting to wake up for the day yet. Her sleep had been much better than any she had, had recently. Smiling up at the ceiling alone in her motel bed, she focused her thoughts on Sam. Replaying their time in the motel room over and over again. The way his lips felt on her, the way they moved down her body, his forceful yet his sweet eyes hesitated asking for permission. Sam was everything a girl could want and more. Not only was he tall, strong, and drop dead gorgeous, he was sweet, kind and very smart. He patched her up twice granted the first time was because she had healed his wounds, but still. It had been maybe a week ago or so that she had first met the young Winchester but neither one of them could deny the attraction. Staring at the mold spot on the motel ceiling Elliott tried to process what had happened and why she felt so much pull toward the giant. Sure, she had her one night stands before, every hunter has, but this was different. What she felt for Sam in a mere week or so was not like anything she felt before, and as exciting as it should be, she was more scared. Letting out a frustrated sigh Elliott turned to her side to face the blank motel wall. The movement sent a sharp pain to her bite wound along her neck, tugging at the new stitches.

Max let out a deep whimper in his sleep, from the other motel bed snapping Elliott out of her thoughts. She turned slowly this time to look at her brother in his bed. Sleeping on his back snoring, her eyes landed on the bulky casted arm that lay across his torso. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about boys, she scolded herself. She had been slow and careless letting her own brother get hurt. Now because of her he sported the cast to prove it. Family had to be number one priority, what little family she had to start with had already dwindled. Max was all she had left, it would always be Max and her against the world. It didn't matter if she couldn't stop thinking of the sexy giant Winchester that made butterflies flutter in her stomach. She had to protect what little family she had left and couldn't get distracted. She didn't want to fight with Max, she knew her scolding was coming for trying to heal him last night. So she did want any little sister would do to lighten the mood, she decided to mess with him. She picked out a couple sharpies from her bag, hopefully he will be more annoyed with this for now she thought with a smile.

The morning was a little awkward as both siblings were up and getting ready for the day. Max stayed mostly quiet and keeping out of arms reach of his sister, no matter how much she swore she wouldn't heal him. Although she very much wanted to, she would respect his wishes, even if it was her fault, he was hurt in the first place.

"I was just trying to offer to heal you Max!" Elliott tried to explain as Max came out of the bathroom dressed in his torn up jeans and tee shirt. "I didn't actually do anything." Max sighed shaking his head at his little sister.

"You were closing in on me, Ellie." Max grumbled his brow raised to give her a pointed look.

"No-" Elliott's voice went a pitch too high to be believable "-okay, well I, I just-" She groaned accepting defeat.

"Elliott you realize that would have solved nothing, right? You would just be the one riding shotgun to the ER."

"I know, but it's my fault. That leach broke your arm because I wasn't fast enough. Because I didn't listen to the monster holding my only brother hostage." Elliott admitted looking away to hide her shame. Max stood their stunned for a moment before he engulfed her in a tight hug, forgetting that he had been trying to avoid touching her.

"No. No don't you dare blame yourself for this. This is absolutely no way your fault Elliott!" Max held her tighter, ignoring the dull throb of his casted arm. "That happened because we are hunters. That's just the job, Bug. You get hurt, patch yourself up and you keep on fighting. Always. Besides look who is ash and who is just in a cast?" Max pulled away trying to lighten the mood. Elliott did her best to look convinced, knowing that she couldn't be swayed giving him a soft smile. After that Max was no longer silent and tried to keep up the conversation with his little sister. To which she appreciated greatly, but still could help noticing he continued to try and keep out of her reach.