I Am Complete

CHAPTER 32

SAM'S POV:

"Stop!" Djall stands up, wrapping his arm around Andy's neck. Dean and Cas stand in the doorway, Dean holding a gun in his hand. "Guests! I assume you're not staying for dinner?" he tightens his grip on Andy's neck, and she gasps for breath. "I said stop." Dean repeats, cocking his gun. "You really think that can hurt me? You must be more stupid than I thought." Djall hisses. "Can't say I didn't ask first." Dean fires the gun, and Djall falls back, blood flying through the air. Djall lets out a growl of pain, standing up.

He sticks his hand out, but nothing happens. He does it again. He yells in frustration. "A devil's trap bullet. Now we're on even fighting ground." Dean charges towards Djall, dropping the gun and pulling out his demon knife. Djall blocks his hits, stumbling backwards. He punches Dean, and Dean kicks his stomach. Djall keels over, and Dean takes the opportunity to stab the blade right through Djall's heart. Djall looks down at the blade in shock, his mouth agape. His eyes flash, his skeleton illuminated. Dean pulls the knife out and he falls to the ground, blood spilling onto the floor.

Dean rushes over, untying me. Cas rushes over and unties Andy, checking her over for serious wounds. "Are you ok?" Dean asks. "Yeah." I feel the ropes loosen and I stand up, running over to Andy. She stands up and hugs me. "I thought Crowley said this was supposed to be easy." she mumbles. Dean chuckles, and I join in. It feels good to laugh. "Can we get out of here? Wherever here is." I say. Dean nods and leads us out, back to the outside world.

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After a shower and some rest, I feel much better. Cas healed all my bruises and cuts, doing the same for Andy. She's still not totally used to it, occasionally poking the spots where she was once injured. "You guys hungry?" Dean asks. "I could use some food." I give Dean my order, and he gives his usual snide comment about how salads are lame. "Can you get me a burger? And fries? And a milkshake? And extra pickles. I want extra pickles." Andy says. "So you want everything except the kitchen sink. Got it." Andy rolls her eyes at him and Dean laughs.

Cas opts to go with Dean to pick up food, giving Andy and I the room to ourselves. "No playing hide the baguette while I'm gone, you two." Dean says. Cas tips his head to the side, a confused look on his face. "Why would they be hiding a baguette? They don't even have a baguette." Dean sighs, telling Cas he'll explain in the car. Poor Cas, clueless as always.

Once the two are gone, Andy turns to me. "Did you mean it?" she asks suddenly. "Mean what?" She gestures vaguely with her arms. "Y'know, the whole 'I love you' thing?" I smile at her. "Of course I did." Her body sags in relief, her shoulders losing their tension. "Really?" she says quietly, doubt in her voice. I grab her hand, looking her in the eye. "When I said it, I meant it. I love you, Andy. More than I've ever loved anyone before. I would have told you sooner, but I was afraid. Anytime I love someone, they die. And I didn't want that to happen to you."

"Sam. I'm not going anywhere. It takes a lot more than a dollar store devil to get rid of me." I laugh softly, squeezing her hand. "I love you, Sammy. And it's terrifying, just how much I love you. But I wouldn't trade it for the world." These words, though they are just that, mean so much to me. I will remember these words. They are engraved on my heart, as cheesy as that sounds. I lean down and kiss her. This isn't a kiss of lust, but a kiss of love, one that conveys meaning without speech.

Despite just escaping a near death situation with an ancient demon, everything feels perfect. Right. Just sitting here, next to each other, hand in hand. Time is paused, the nightmares and monsters forgotten, if just for a moment. It's moments like these, moments with her, that make me realize just how much I love her.

And Andy is right. Love is terrifying. It can be a weakness, like Djall said. But it can also be a strength. It gives you something to fight for, something to live for. And that overshadows any weakness it may cause. Love is rare, but once you find it, you never want to let it go. It becomes a part of you, a part you didn't know you needed but needed all the same. And for once, I am complete.