Being Alive ( D.W)

Killing Hitler

a few days later. At the bunker morning. 

I was on my way to the kitchen when i saw Sam coming my way .

Sam "morning, Len"

I crossed my arms over my chest "i'm "pretending" ?"

Sam looked at me for a second before sighing  "of course you stayed on the phone"

Me "so you saw what you did?"

Sam nodded "yeah, i didn't realize i called you. i saw it afterwards"

I shook my head "i can't believe it, Sam, i really can't"

Sam "Len, come on-"

I shook my head "no, Sam, -"

Sam "There's something going on with you, Elena, i know it."

I looked down. 

Sam "It has something to do with Mary, right?"

I looked at him. 

Sam nodded "it has something to do with Mary"

I shook my head "Sam-"

Sam "don't try to deny it, Elena. "

i asked worried "is it that obvious?"

Sam shook his head "not really. Well, as far as i know Dean thinks you're acting weird  because you were tortured while thinking he was dead. But it won't take long for him to realize that your change in behavior was because of Mary."

I shook my head "He'll be pissed. He'll think i am not happy that his mother is back-"

Sam "well, are you?"

I looked at him for a second before looking at the box of pie in his hand "is that pie?"

Sam warned "Elena"

Then i grabbed it and smiled at him "Dean loves pie"

He rolled his eyes but sighed "okay. you don't wanna talk about it fine, i can't force you. but you and Dean are going to work on a case alone today"

I asked confused "where are you going?"

Sam "I'm sick. I'm gonna stay in bed all day long"

I nodded, annoyed "you're forcing me to talk to Dean, Sam"

Sam "i'm sick, Len. it's just a coincidence"

I shook my head "you are not sick"

Sam faked a cough "yes, yes, i am"

I rolled my eyes and he walked away. 

Then I walked into the kitchen and saw Dean sitting there at the table, looking at his laptop. 

Me "morning, handsome"

Dean nodded, not looking up "morning, beautiful"

Me "I have pie. you want some pie?"