4 Samantha's Heart To Heart

Sam's POV

When Y/n came back into the room, you only see a flash of y/h/c before being engulfed in a hug. You chuckled before returning the hug and before you knew it she had pulled away and lightly smacked your arm.

"Where have you been? You've had me worried sick when you never came back to school!" she exclaimed but even with her light hearted tone, you could tell she meant it.

"I decided to go on a road trip with my brother, just to get away from it all, you know?" You said starting to feel bad, you never meant to worry anyone. She seemed to understand though because she nodded with a slightly solemn look on her face.

"Yeah, I do, how're you uh handling..things?" she asked and you could tell what she meant. How are handling Jessica's death? You knew the question would come up eventually but that didn't make it any easier to answer.

"There's been good and bad days, but I've been with Dean and all the traveling is proving to be a nice distraction," you replied with what was supposed to be a reassuring smile.

"I'm glad you're doing alright," she said sincerely.

"Thanks, how're you with everything? I know you two have always been friends," you asked knowing you weren't the only one suffering, that others were hurting too.

"I'm alright, I've just been trying to focus on my studies," she said then paused. "speaking of which, are you planning on coming back? We all miss our Samantha," Y/n said with a teasing grin while trying to lighten the mood of the conversation.

"I can't believe you still remember that nickname," you said laughing, she gave it to you one day because you were acting like a girl and made your signature bitch face.

She just shrugged in response so you continued, "I'm not sure if I'm coming back, but I kinda feel like I belong somewhere else."

"Ok but next time you disappear, promise me you'll call?" She said after hesitating for some reason when you said you were meant to be somewhere else.

"I promise," you said with a smile.

"Good," she said returning your smile before asking the inevitable, "so how do you know Bobby, Samantha?"

"He's always been friends with my dad, and now he's like a second father to me and Dean," you said casually. "Which if I'm not mistaken is very close to your situation?" You added curiously.

"Kind of, he was close to my mom but my father never really liked him and I suspect he hates him now," she said with a far off look in her eyes, sparking your curiosity.

"What happened with your dad?" You asked.

"He's not my dad," Y/n snapped quickly then took a breath and started over calmer, "I don't consider that man my dad, he's just a bastard who was a good a long time ago."

"If you don't mind my asking, what changed him?" You asked carefully, not wanting to hit anymore nerves.

"After my mom died in a fire, he turned to alcohol and it went downhill from there until Bobby caught on and took me in. Bobby is the closest thing to a dad that I have," she said calm but firmly.

"Your mom died in a fire?" You asked wondering if it could've been the same thing that killed your mom and Jessica.

"Uh yeah," she said and began to hesitate, you could tell this was a very touchy subject for her. "I was five when it happened. No one knows what actually started the fire but m-my mom came into my room...t-to check on me and she never c-came out," she said as a few tears slowly fell down her cheek.

"My mom died in a fire too," You said softly trying to comfort her, even a little, so she knew she wasn't alone. "But I was 6 months old when it happened," You added. Y/n looked up at you with surprise and you gave her a sad smile in return. You heard the door to the library open and you looked to see Dean and Bobby come out of the cluttered room. You saw Y/n quickly wipe away her tears and put on a fake smile, her face looked as beautiful as ever, like the conversation never happened.

Y/n POV

You wiped your tears away as fast as you could, you always felt weak when you cried. You hated having Sam see you cry, if Dean and Bobby saw it would be even worse. You put on the realest smile you could muster and saw Sam give you a empathetic look out of the corner of your eye. Dean must've noticed the solemn mood in the room because he looked at you and Sam carefully.

"Well Sammy, it looks like its time to head out," Dean said with his eyes lingering on you.

"What? But you guys just got here, it's already late, can't you stay until morning?" You asked trying to sound as normal as possible without trying too hard.

"I'd be down," Sam piped up while Dean looked hesitant to answer. All eyes went to Bobby just then, your eyes pleading, Sam's expectant, and Dean's curious.

"Well.." Bobby started then sighed when he saw your puppy dog eyes and then Sam's and he knew he was screwed. He mumbled to himself something about the three of you acting like you were 5 again before answering, "fine, you two can stay, ya idjits know you're welcome anytime."

No Ones POV

The rest of the night was spent with talking, laughing, games and movies. Bobby has went to bed in the middle of it and you all teased him about being an old man. Y/n and Sam were both thankful that there were no more heart to heart moments. By the time the movie had finished, Y/n had fallen asleep in her spot on the couch while the boys were wide awake.

"Someone should put her in her bed," Dean said glancing over at Y/n.

"Yeah, you," Sam replies having no intention of getting up from his very comfortable spot in the chair.

"What? Why me? She's your friend," Dean argues. While him and Y/n have learned a lot about each other, Dean wasn't sure if he would consider her a friend yet. Not to mention the talk he had with Bobby earlier, it didn't end with the whole keep-your-cakehole-shut thing, he even went and gave Dean the whole stay-away-from-my-daughter speech.

"Yeah But you two were getting kinda cozy over there yourselves," Sam said teasingly. Sam could tell that Dean was impressed with Y/n when she got the upper hand in the two's first encounter. Plus she was hot, no point in denying it, so that meant she was Dean's type.

"What? No way, Sammy, the only thing that'd come out of getting with her is a very pissed off Bobby wringing my neck," Dean replies, believing if he were to pursue Y/n at all it would be a one night stand.

It wasn't that Dean hadn't thought about it, he was a man goddamit. He couldn't help but watch Y/n earlier when he thought she or anyone else wouldn't notice. The thing was that he could tell how much she meant to Bobby and even Sam, Dean didn't want to cause any unnecessary drama. As he thought about this, the talk he had with Bobby kept coming back up.

"Says who? You don't have to have a one night stand with every girl you like, Dean, you could try actually taking her out on a date," Sam said encouragingly. Dean could be a pain in the ass sometimes but Sam loves his brother and Y/n was becoming one of his closest friends very fast. If there was a chance they could make each other happy, he wouldn't hesitate to play matchmaker.

"Woah man, no chick flick moments," Dean replies while Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's childish behavior.

"It's not gonna happen," Dean repeats firmly.

"Whatever you say, but if Y/n is going to end up in her bed tonight you're going to be the one to take her," Sam said stubbornly.

"Bitch," Dean says annoyed as he goes over and picks Y/n up gently, trying not to wake her up.

"Jerk," Sam replies with a smile that, in Dean's current opinion, is stupid. Dean walks out of the room, Y/n in his arms, and tries to find which bedroom is hers. So far Dean has almost walked into Bobby's room, the library and the guest room before finally going into hers.

"How many rooms can this damn how have?" Dean grumbles to himself as he readjusts the girl in his arms. He then gently placed her on her bed, put her blankets on her and was on the way out before hesitating. He quickly walked back over to her and kissed her forehead and whispering, "goodnight sweetheart."

Little did the older Winchester know that while he was walking out of the room blaming Sam for his actions, Y/n had woken up when he placed her on the bed and was smiling silently to herself before drifting back to sleep.