chapter twelve: wowzah

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Heyya, long time no see! Sorry about it. Anyway have a good whatever time you're reading this.

(Y/n)'s POV

I walked toward sam at the picnic in utter shock. I didn't know what to think, I thought he was hurt. I also thought he hated me for kissing him. This was all really hard to take in.

"You-" he shushed me, and I got kind of irritated. "You lied about being hurt." I huffed crossing my arms.

His cheeks flushed, and he stuttered out, "oh, um uh well.." I smiled and walked toward him. "I have a good reason for lying." He stated.

"I lied to get you here for this apology picnic. I know you probably hate me for running away after the kiss, but-"

"Wait you thought I hated YOU. I thought this whole time YOU hated ME."I said, shocked.

"Oh no! I could never hate you. I was just caught off guard. I loved kissing you. And I wouldn't mind doing it again." He stated, stepping closer, until there was only inches between us.

"I wouldn't mind either." Closing the space between us, I pressed my lips to his. His lips were soft, and the kiss was full of love.

We sat and ate, talking for hours. Eventually everything caught up to me and i was exhausted. "You probably need some sleep" sam said, noticing my tired eyes. All I did was nod, not really awake enough to say anything.

He picked me up and put me into the car, next thing I knew I was being carried into the hotel room. Sam layed me down and got in next to me. I curled into his side and passed out.

I woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes. I layed there for a while, content with my surroundings. It is hard to believe how much my life has changed in this short time. I went from being a freak to finally having somewhere to belong.

I finally got up and made my way to the smell. Sam must have prepared for a morning after because there was a portable skillet and several pancakes on the table.

I sat down taking in the sight. Sam Winchester making pancakes for me. Someone pinch me. Eventually he turned around, flashing the brightest smile. He sat next to me and handed me a plate. We ate in comfortable silence.

The comfort of being with Sam quickly vanished. We were stupid, we let our gard down and quickly we regretted it. In the blink of an eye we were surrounded by demons. Sam tried to fight them off, but evertime he took out one it seemed like 3 more appeared. We were outnumbered. One of them grabbed me and everything went black. So much for the honeymoon stage.

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