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This one is a little shorter but it's full of fluff and it just felt right to end it there.
Every glance in the rear view mirror showed Harper clinging to Sam who rested his chin on her head and rubbed her upper arms just like he did with me. When we got home Dean was waiting out front with a worried look on his face.
"What the hell happened?!" He demanded as he helped Sam and Harper out of the backseat. Even though Harper was now walking on her own, she still kept Sam's hand in both of hers.
I motioned for Dean to wait until Sam and Harper got all the way into the bunker before I told him.
His eyes widened even more than they usually were, "We're sure he's dead this time?" He asked grabbing some bags and hauling them into the bunker.
"He had better be. Because if I get to him...." I trailed off and gave Dean a pointed look to which he nodded, "He called her Plaything." I shivered just saying it.
"No wonder she was so skittish." Dean muttered.
We carried the bags into Harper's room then joined Sam and Harper in the kitchen. Harper was leaning against Sam's side and white knuckling a glass of water trying to keep her breath calm with the 4-7-8 breathing.
"Harpie..." I said cautiously as I slouched to try to look her in the eye, "You want me to take that before you break it? The last thing you need is shredded hands." I offered holding out my hand for the glass.
Dean stood at a distance eyeing the situation while Sam kept his arm firmly around Harper's shoulders.
She nodded and handed me the water slowly loosening the muscles in her hands enough for me to slip the glass out but letting them snap back to their clenched position after the glass was gone.
"Has she said anything?" Dean asked Sam as he slid into a char at the table.
Sam shook his head, "Nothing but 'Don't leave'." he said, the heartbreak evident in his voice.
It was a whole hour before Harper finally began to cry. Dean had gone to tidy up the bags we had left on her floor so that she wouldn't have a mess to got to sleep to while we flanked Harper on the couch. I had turned on the TV even though only Harper was watching it. Sam and I shared a lip-read conversation over her head with worried expressions.
I wish we would have paid attention to the screen. Criminal Minds commercials are not conducive to preventing panic attacks and Harper completely broke down before I could turn the TV off.
She didn't stop crying until 9 that night nor did she let Sam go.
When she finally let her sobbs dribble away into snivels she leaned her head on Sam's shoulder and grabbed my hand. She didn't say anything, not that anything needed saying, we could see her getting more drowsy by the second.
Sam kissed the top of her head and smoothed the hairs that had tried to stick to his stubble, "You want to go to sleep?" He asked.
Her head shot up in fear and her breathing quickened again, "No no no no no! I can't sleep! No!" As she stuttered on, her hand gripped mine with strength I wasn't aware she had.
"Harpie it's okay. We won't leave you." I soothed rubbing my thumb over the back of her hand and pretending it didn't hurt.
"Not even after I fall asleep?" She asked looking up at me with her big blue eyes emphasized by the bloodshot whites.
"We have to sleep sometime too Harpie." Sam said with a soft smile.
Harper nodded as if she was cool with that but her panic stated otherwise.
"4-7-8 Harper. Just breathe." I instructed.
Over her head I made eye contact with Sam.
We can't leave her alone. I mouthed nodding towards Harper's still shaking frame.
I know but what? Sam mouthed back.
I sighed and racked my brain for a bit before coming up with an answer.
Can she sleep with us? To my surprise Sam didn't look apauled or uncomfortable at all. His only response was, Can we all fit?
I shrugged and made an exaggerated frown as if to say, Why not try?
"Harpie? What if you slept with us tonight?" I asked ducking my head a bit to try to look her in the eye.
Normally she would have found that weird but she just nodded her head and let us stand her up, leading her down the hall to our room.
We stopped outside her door and I asked, "Do you want PJ's?" To which she nodded but still refused to let go of Sam's arm.
I quickly grabbed her some sweats and one of Dean's Tshirts I had left in one of the drawers and we continued to our room. We all changed in different corners of the room and brushed our teeth together realt fast before we laid down and shut off the light.
I was wedged between the wall and Harper, not uncomfortably, while Sam took the spot on the other side of her to be closer to the door. As I was about to drift off to sleep Sam pulled me out of La La Land.
"Ehvs? Ehvs!" He hissed almost inaudiblly.
I raised my eyebrows at him to show I had heard.
"Is she out cold? Like would she wake up if I got up to pee?" He asked in a somewhat desperate tone.
I cracked a grin, "Go ahead Samson. I'm after you though."
Sam slowly detached himself from Harper's peacefully sleeping form and rushed out the door almost making me giggle.
When he returned I wiggled my way out of the bed only to realize that there was plenty more room for me not to be squished into the wall. I quickly did my buisiness and planned on jumping back in bed and surprising Sam with my cold feet but I had to take a second at the door. The light from the hallway cast a soft spotlight over Sam laying on his back with Harper curled up under his right arm. I knew Sam wasn't asleep but he looked so peaceful that he could have been.
This is my new family.
I lingered a moment or two more at the door with a proud smile on my lips before I snuck into bed again, now on the door side of Sam with my head resting on his shoulder. His arm pressed me closer to him in his half asleep state and within minutes I was fast asleep.