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Sam Winchester x reader

For @negans-lucille-tblr SPN Secret Santa Fic Exchange. My SS: @pinknerdpanda

a/n: I kinda got carried away and this was super long and I had to keep editing it down. Sorry it took so long ♥️

5k words // all mistakes and bad writing are mine.

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“Did you find everything okay?" The cashier asks me as he eyes my gummy worms, popcorn, hot chocolate, Cheetos, mint ice-cream, and Oreos, before looking up at me with a look. I suddenly feel like a little kid who was let free in a candy store.

"Yup, this is everything. Movie night with the kids." I lie with a smile.

"Ahh." He nods as he starts to ring up the junk without another word. And thank God for that. I didn't need to feel purchase shamed. It’s Friday night, I’m off of work for the weekend, and this is my money. I can spend it how I want. And what I want is to get junk food and not leave my apartment until Monday morning. I pay quickly, skipping my receipt, and grabbing my packed plastic bag. "Happy holidays. Enjoy your night." The cashier calls.

"Thank you, you too.” The door chimes when I pull it open to step out into the cold night. The street lights are on but the streets are empty. The sidewalks are even emptier, except for a homeless man playing his guitar and singing ‘Joy To The World’ while his dog sleeps nearby.

Snow hasn't fallen, but it's so cold I expect it by morning, if not any minute from now. I secure my bag around my wrist and tuck my hands into the pockets of my jacket. I walk down the sidewalk, watching my breath appear and disappear in front of me. My gloved fingers wrap around the few dollar bills of my change and I stop to lay it into the homeless man’s cup. He wishes me a merry Christmas and continues his holiday carols.

My apartment is a block away. I could have driven to the market but decided to walk since my only plan was loading up on sweets and sours and I thought I could at least try to exercise. But feeling this weather, I now know walking was a mistake. I just want to get home as quickly as possible to wrap up in blankets, drink hot chocolate, eat my sweets and watch Charlie Brown’s Christmas.

The street lights up as a car approaches. I stop walking and watch it pass me and the road is clear again. No one else seems to be coming and there’s no need to walk all the way to the crossroad when the road is empty. I can just cross right here and be home quicker. The streets light up again and a car comes speeding down the road.

It passes me so quickly I can feel the breeze fly off of it. Jesus, who needs to be driving that fast? I step into the street when the car fully disappears. Suddenly the street lights up again. I hear the car before I can see it. It’s black and loud and driving just as fast as the one that just passed me. Before I can make a move, the lights get brighter and closer. It takes me only a second to realize it’s too late to run. I drop my bag right before the crash.

Beep. The street lights up again. I hear the car before I can see it. Beep. It’s black and loud and driving just as fast as the one that just passed me. Beep. Before I can make a move, the lights get brighter and closer. Beep. It takes me only a second to realize it’s too late to run.

I throw my hands up to block the bright light, gasping, and blinking. There's no car. No street. I’m not even outside. I’m in a white room with a light burning my eyes. My throat is dry, my mouth tastes metallic, and holy fuck the lights are so bright.

“Hi.” I jump at the voice. I turn to see a man, who I've never seen before in my life, sitting in a chair nearby. His face is anxious, yet soft. He stares at me thoughtfully with emerald eyes and shiny brown hair brushing his shoulders. “Hi. Are you okay?”

Am I okay? “What the hell?” I barely recognize my own voice. It’s so dry and quiet, and hardly there. “W-who are you?” I speak anyway.

“My name-, uh, I'm Sam.” He touches his chest, stuttering anxiously. “I, uh, I hit you with my car. And I am so, so sorry.”

I blink up at the man. “You hit me with your car?”

“I’m really sorry.” He shakes his head slowly. “I- I, I tried to stop. So I didn't run you over exactly, I just kind of hit you. You fell and knocked your head pretty hard, nothing’s broken, but you're face--”

“What’s wrong with my face?” I try to sit up, touching my cheek. I can feel bandages under my fingers. My wrist is wrapped up.

“Nothing is wrong with your face.” I hear Sam say as I look around for any type of reflection in the room. “Just some cuts and bruises, but you still look,” I turn to him, “nice.” He breathes out before clearing his throat and looking away. I touch my wrist.

"I thought nothing was broken," I wave my wrapped hand at him.

"It's sprained."

“Okay…" I sit back in my bed. "Did you call the police?”

“No.” His eyes snap back to mine, suddenly widening. “I uh, was kinda hoping we didn’t have to get the police involved?”

He's kidding, right? There’s a knock on the door before it opens. A nurse walks into the room with a tablet in her hand.

“Oh, Mrs. Plant. You're awake.” She smiles at me and I quickly glance at Sam. Cause who the hell is Mrs. Plant?

“Yeah.” He stands from his chair, rising 12 feet in the air. “She uh, just woke up. Her throat is very dry. Do you think she could get some water, maybe?”

“No problem.” She turns to look at me. “How are you feeling? Any pain?”

“Hm, no." I try to speak. "Nothing right now.”

“That’s good.” She taps on the tablet. “You're very lucky to have no serious injuries after being involved in a hit and run.” Hit and run? I look over at Sam again who gives me pleading eyes. Not wanting to be in trouble.

“Yeah, so lucky.” I croak.

“And you're even luckier your fiance was there with you.”

Fiance?! I almost shout out, but the words get stuck in my throat and I start coughing. My throat is burning from the dryness and I grab it. Sam immediately towers over me.

“Okay, this can wait.” The nurse lowers her tablet. “Let me go get you some water. I’ll be right back.”

"Thank you," Sam says as we watch her leave the room. He then turns to his chair to get a water bottle and hands it to me. "Are you okay?"

"You had water?"

"Yeah, I just wanted her to leave the room." He tells me as I drink the semi-cold water. It soothes the burn but adds pain. I drink anyway. “I uh, kinda told the nurse you were my fiance so she let me stay with you," Sam says. "I mean, I hit you with my car. I wasn't just gonna drop you off and leave. I had to make sure you were okay.” I lower the half empty bottle and stare at him. He looks nervous, exhausted, and something else I can't put my finger on.

"You're mad?" He breathes. "Understandable. You have every right to be mad. I friggin ran you over for fucks-sakes. Of course you're mad."

"Hit me." I correct him, and he ceases to look at me. "You hit me. You didn't run me over."

"Right." He pathetically smiles, clearly not in a smiling mood, before his face falls into a troubled neutral again. "So um... Did you want to press charges?”

The door opens again. This time not the Nurse with water, but the concerned face of my ex-boyfriend, Henry, as he runs over to my bed. “Manda? What the hell? Are you okay?”

“Henry?" I suddenly feel like choking again. "What are you doing here?”

“The hospital called me. You got ran over?” His chest rises and falls and his eyes are enormous. He must have run down the hall. Henry and I broke up 6 months ago. But apparently, he's still my emergency contact.

“I didn't get run over. I just got--"

“Holy shit your face." He cuts me off. "And your arm." He points to my wrapping. "What happened?"

“It's my wrist. And it's not broken, I--"

“Who’s this?” He speaks over me again, pointing at Sam.

“This is Sam--”

“Sam? Who’s Sam?”

“Sam’s my finance!” I say louder than expected. But at least he finally shuts up. He stares at me and in confusion, eyebrows raised and face frozen. If I weren't so confused myself I would be enjoying this.

“Your fiance?” I hear the sound of my Mom's voice behind Henry.

Now my eyes widen. "Mom?"

"Yeah, I called your mom.” Henry steps aside, and in the doorway is my mom and little brother Matt. My mom dressed elegantly in a red dress suit and my brother in his school tie and slacks.

"Oh my God, look at your face!" My mom practically shrieks when she sees me. "Manda, how on earth did this happen? Is your arm broken?"

"No mom. I just sprained it." A quick glance at Sam. "It was a hit and run. I fell on it but I'm fine."

"Well, you don't look fine. You look horrible."

"Thanks, Mom."

"And this man." She gestures towards Sam. "Did I hear correctly? You have a fiance?" Henry's eyes lock on mine waiting for my answer.

"Yes." I match his stare. "This is Sam." I place my hand on top of his. "My fiance." Sam smiles at me and then nods towards my mother.

"Hi." He waves with his free hand.

"Are you knocked up?" Matt asks me with a smile on his face.

"Matty." My mom scolds him but turns to study my face. "Are you?"

"No, I'm not."

"Well then, explain to me why you're engaged and I'm just now hearing about it?" She crosses her arms.

I let go of Sam's hand. "I was going to tell you this weekend, I swear."

"This weekend is still too late of notice. I should have known sooner." Mom states. "I don't know anything about this man. When did you two start dating? Where did you meet? Are you living together? How did he propose? What does he do for a living?" She shoots questions at me, and I dramatically grab my head.

"One question at a time, please."

"When's the wedding?" Henry cuts in. His aggressive eyes staring Sam down. I look back over to Sam stares Henry down right back.

"June." He says as calmly as ever. And I nod.

"Yup. We like June." I add on to his lie.

"Well, I suppose June is nice." Mom agrees. "That way your face can heal."

“Where’s your engagement ring?” Henry counters.

I look down at my ring-less hand, not knowing what to say. “Well um-”

“She hit her head.” Sam says. “She had to take the ring off because it's metal, and she couldn't get a CAT scan with metal on. It’s with her other stuff.”

I stare up at the stranger in surprise. He’s smart and a quick thinker.

“Well you just have an answer for everything don't you, Sammy?” Henry mocks.

“It’s Sam.” Sam demands in a strict voice. “Don’t ever call me Sammy.” Sam says directly to Henry and the room gets quiet. The door opens and the Nurse finally enters with the water.

"Ow." I grab my head, not actually feeling any pain, but just wanting to be left alone. "Ow. My head." I touch Sam's hand. "Sam?"

“Excuse me,” Sam turns his attention to the nurse. ”She's having some pain. Maybe we should call it a night, with the visitors?"

The Nurse hands me the cold water. "It is getting late. I can give you some pain medicine, dinner, and then you can sleep. We can check your results in the morning." She looks at Sam. "Will you be staying the night as well?"

"Oh? Um..." Sam turns to me and our eyes meet. He was cute. I won't lie. And for some weird reason, I feel safe with him. But I don't know if I want to be alone with him and make awkward small talk.

"I'm just gonna sleep." I tell him with a shrug. "You just go home and come back tomorrow… Honey.”

"Okay." He smiles. "I'll see you in the morning, honey.” He gives me a little nod. ”Get some sleep." His eyes look towards my family and I follow him. My mother, my brother and Henry watch us intensely. I turn back to Sam with a smile. "Goodnight." He says and starts to lean down to me. I prepare myself and he places a shy kiss on my lips. It's not mind shattering or romantic, more stiff and forced. I pull away and make the mistake of looking at Matt, who is silently laughing to himself. I ignore him and smile at Sam.

"Goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow."

The door buzzing wakes me up. Followed by loud knocking. I quickly, but carefully, get out of bed and hurry to open the door to my mother, and Matt holding books in his arms.

"Mom? What the…? What are you doing? Why are you beating on my door this early in the morning?"

"Early? it's almost 1 o'clock. And we have a wedding to plan. You won't return my phone calls so we can do this in person." She invites herself in. "God, this place is a mess. How are you getting married?" Matt quickly follows her, struggling with the books.

I close the door and lay my head against it. Why didn't Sam just kill me? I was released from the hospital yesterday, and Sam took me home to sleep. But this fake wedding is all my mother can talk about. I was just ran over by a car. No soup. Or 'Get Well Soon' balloons. Just voicemails about a chicken menu and pink vs pink napkins.

"Manda!" She calls from the couch. "Get in here and come look at this color for bridesmaid's dresses. I know you said June, so we should probably be looking at a Summer's Collection, but this orange is just so lovely. You'll die when you see it."

"Oh, I wish." I push off of the door just as there's a knock. If she invited a planner I swear I'll... "Sam?"

"Hi." He smiles a wary smile. "I uh..." He lifts the paper bag he's holding in his hands. "You were holding groceries when I hit you. The ice cream ruined everything, so I replaced it. I also got you some other stuff.”

"Oh right." I laugh, embarrassed at the thought of all the junk he had to buy for a grown adult. "Um, thank you let me take it."

"No, no, no. I can bring it in." I step aside and let him in. "How's your wrist?" He places the bag on the counter.

"It's okay. I was just about to take some medicine."

"Oh, are you in pain?"

"No, I'm not." I rock on my heels. "Well, not in my wrist anyway, but trust me, a headache is coming."

"Hey, Sam." Matt enters the kitchen with a dirty smile as he looks between us. "Hey Ma, Sam is here." He walks over to the brown bag and pulls out apples. “And he bought fruit..?”

Sam's eyebrows raise to his forehead. "Your mom’s here?"

"Sam?" Mom calls as she walks up to him. "What a lovely surprise. I was just wondering where you were."

"Hi." Sam gives me a quick look. "It's good to see you again. I'm sorry am I interrupting something?"

"No, not at all. The man my daughter is going to marry and I don't know a thing about you. Come here." She tugs him by the arm and drags him away to the couch. "Come sit son, and look at some of these magazines. Tell me what colors you like."

"Son." Matt laughs as he digs through the bag for the gummy worms. I need to tell her, and now is the time.

"Mom..." I mumble more to myself than her. I follow them to the couch and see her flipping through the magazine.

"Is your family excited about the wedding? I'd just love to meet your mother." She questions Sam with a giant smile.

"Oh wow," Sam stops on a page in the dress magazine. "This orange is really nice."

"Isn't it?" Mom practically hits the ceiling. "Oh Manda, you picked a smart one. And pretty too." She runs her hands through his hair. "Just wait until you meet the rest of the family at the Christmas party. They just can not wait to meet you Sam."

"The what?" My heart speeds up. “What are you talking about Mom?”

“Mom told everyone you were engaged.” Matt says with a mouth full of gummy worms as he sits across the couch in the lazy chair.

“"What? When? Why?" I walk over to look at her. “Ma, would you do that?"

She looks up at me. "Do what? Share the good news of my only daughter finally getting married?" She scoffs. "What's the problem? You're engaged. This is something to celebrate. I just let people know that you were bringing your fiance to the Christmas party.” She turns back to the magazine. “They're excited that you're getting married.”

"But I'm not Ma."

"What?" She snaps up to look at me.

"Sam and I aren't engaged." I sigh and sit across from her on the wooden coffee table. "I've never met him before last night. He’s the one who hit me. He took me to the hospital and told the Nurse we were engaged so he could stay in the hospital room with me, otherwise they would have made him leave."

The room is quiet, but nor quiet enough due to Matt’s chewing and laughing through his nose. Mom looks between me and Sam, who sits frozen.

"I'm sorry," he says. “It’s all my fault really. I should have told the truth.”

"So you're not engaged?" Mom says to me and I shake my head. "Manda, why would you say a lie like this? I've already told everyone." She stands to pace the room. "Your father is flying home, he can’t wait to meet Sam. Your aunt is buying a damn cake! One of those fancy ones that don't look edible, like in the cake magazines."

“Cake magazines?” Sam questions himself.

“Why?” I ask her. “Why buy a cake?”

"She's probably in shock," Matt shrugs from the chair. “Everyone else was.”

"Manda, you almost died the other night.” Mom tells me. “People are very excited about your engagement and want to celebrate you."

"Especially when no one thought it was gonna happen." Matt comments and I turn to him.

"Shut up, Matty."

"Maybe,” Sam speaks up and we all turn to him. “I could go to the party? You know weddings get called off all the time. I can show up. Meet all your friends and family, and then sometime in March, when no one sees it coming. We could, ya know, go out separate ways.”

"Great, more lying!" Mom throws her arms. “I don't know how I feel about inviting a stranger to my house.”

"A stranger?” Matt shouts. “Twelve seconds ago, he was son. Now he's a stranger?"

"Alright.” Mom shouts. “Okay. I guess to save everyone a night of embarrassment and questions. I'll play along with your lies.” She turns to Matt. “We both will.” She looks at me. “I’ll tell your father the truth when he lands but for everyone else, you two need to get your story straight at least.” She grabs her purse.“I’ll see you both next Saturday at 6 o’clock. Let’s go Matthew.”

Matt stands and holds up the gummy worms. “Taking these with me. But you can keep those heavy books.” He follows mom before turning back to me. “Oh, and advice- work on the fake kissing. Cause I kinda knew the truth night one. Bye.” Sam and I watch them leave and I turn to look at him.

“Sorry about them. About all of this engagement crap I just dragged you into.”

“It's not your fault.” He says. “I’m the one who told the lie."

"Yeah but I should have told her the truth sooner. But seeing Henry just…”

“I get it.” Sam nods. “Everything happened so fast and it was a heat of the moment thing. Don't worry. I can play along.” He touches his hair. “I don't have an ugly Christmas sweater though."

"Oh don’t worry, it's not that kind of Christmas party. It's more of a black tie event. Lots of tiny foods and champagne. My parent’s maid and cook will be walking around serving guests.” I stand to close the open magazines and books on the table. "Have you ever seen Die Hard? A Christmas party like that, minus the explosions which I...."I turn back to Sam and he looks physically sick. His skin getting pale and eyes gloomy. "Are you okay?"

"Hm? Yeah.” He nods to himself. "I just... “ He clears his throat. “A black tie party. I can do that."

"You don't own a Christmas sweater but you have a tux?" I set the books down, ignoring the little moment he had. “You must be a workaholic.”

“No I’m not. Well, not anymore, I guess. I just don't celebrate holidays much." He shrugs. "Never have really. Hey, are you hungry?” He switches the subject out of nowhere. “I’m kind of starving. So maybe we can work on our story while we eat?”

“Yeah, okay.” I look down at myself and realize I’m in pajamas. “Uh, just give me a minute. I’ll be right out.”

“Of course. “ Sam chuckles. “Take your time, I'll just wait here.”

“Thanks.” I walk back to my room to change.

Sam's car is beautiful. I didn't get the chance to appreciate it the other day when he drove me home because I so was tired. But seeing it now, shining in the sun, it’s gorgeous. He pulls into the parking lot of a diner I’ve never seen before, even though I’ve lived in this town my entire life.

“A diner?” My voice came out more critical than I intended.

“You don't like it?” Sam gets that nervous look on his face again and starts his car. “We can go somewhere else, I just--”

“No.” I stop him. “No. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound judgey. That was the rich girl in me that my mom raised trying to come alive again. A diner is fine. I'm not my mother. You saw my apartment. You saw my groceries. This is great. Let’s go.”

The diner experience is different. We got seated quickly. It wasn't crowded and the place smelt like pancakes. I look over the menu seeing pictures of nachos, burgers, and breakfast platters. The natural born sweet toother in me wanted something sweet. I place the menu down and looked at Sam.

“I think want pancakes.” I bite my bottom lip. “Is that weird? It’s almost 2 o’clock.”

Sam throws his head back in laughter. The first time I’ve seen him do that and it made me laugh. “That’s not weird. It’s a diner. Get pancakes.”

“Okay. What are you getting?”

“Probably a salad.”

“Well great.” I close my menu. “You eat all healthy, while I eat syrup and butter. The pressure you just put on me.”

He laughs again. “I'm vegan actually.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I've been vegan for about three years now. I've always wanted to try it but…” His words die down. He looks down at his menu, with those sad puppy eyes making an appearance again. Something is off about this guy.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. It’s a long boring story, really.” He slightly laughs its off. “Trust me you don't want to hear about my discovery of veganism.”

“You never wanna talk about yourself."

His face flinches in confusion. "What?"

"You never talk about yourself," I repeat. "You always change the subject when anyone asks about you. I noticed it back at the hospital. And then today when my mom asked about your family. What's up with that? Do you have arrest warrants or something? I don't even know your real last name. Just Plant from the phony insurance card you gave."

He swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. "Winchester."

"Sam Winchester." I repeat the name. "Nice. Tell me something else about you besides your name.”

“Um, I have a dog?” He says it like it's a question.

“Aww. What’s it’s name?”

“Miracle.”

“Well, that’s very cute Sam. Where are you from and Miracle from?"

"Kansas."

"Any family?"

"No.” He shakes his head. “It's just me and Miracle." I know that's not true. Everyone has family. But the look on his face told me not to ask anymore questions about it. So I don't.

"Hi." The waitress approaches our table. "Ready to order?"

"Coming!" I say as I smooth out the wrinkles in my dress and make my way to the door. I open it and see Sam dressed nicely in his tuxedo. "Hi."

"Hey." He smiles a handsome smile. Probably the first genuine smile I've seen from him since we met. "You look really nice."

"Ha, don't lie. My face is still kind of beat up, but I covered what I could in makeup." I step out of the apartment and close the door behind me. “Ready to go?"

"Let's go." He leans his arm out and I hook around him. "And for the record, I'm not lying. You look amazing, Manda."

"Thank you, Sam. You look pretty good yourself."

The drive to my parents is quick and filled with trivia about our story. We met at the park where I like to read, and where Sam walks his dog. His dog got loose and ran to me, spilling my coffee. Sam offered to replace it. We dated for five months before he proposed during a picnic in the park. And a week later I got hit.

Sam drives his car through the gate of my parents mansion. The parking lot is filled with cars of my relatives and family friends. The lawn lit up with decorations and the mansion with Christmas lights.

"Wow, this is your parents house?" Sam looks up at the house in awe.

"Yup." I exhale. "And before we go I'm, I apologize for everything in advance.” Sam laughs even though I’m serious. “You're laughing now, but I'm not kidding. Rich people are snobs and it's only going to get worse once we walk into that house."

“Alrighty then, I'll remember that.” Sam parks the car and turns to me. “ I have something for you.” He digs through his pocket and pulls out a ring. “It’s nothing special. It’s from a pond shop. But in case anyone asks, you know?”

“Smart thinking. That completely slipped my mind.” I hold my hand out for it but he slips it on my finger himself. I can feel my face heating up, and my stomach flipping. God, why is this happening. “Thanks.” I look down at the ring on my hand, and avoid his eyes. “Let’s do this thing shall we?”

As soon as we enter the foyer we are greeted with congratulations. Everyone from my aunt to my very distant cousins who I haven't seen since my childhood we're in the room. There are balloons and a giant banner with ‘You're Engaged’ spelled out in gold letters. There’s the giant Christmas tree, faux gifts, decorative lights and candles, and the fancy cake my mother mentioned sitting on a table surrounded by finger foods. This clearly is a huge deal.

Sam stood close to me throughout most of the party. But eventually, my dad took him away once he saw Sam’s Impala and I lost track of him. Once I was alone, my Aunt Janie pulled me aside to ask me question after question about Sam and give me all tons of wedding advice that I wasn't gonna need. Every time I saw or passed Matt he had a joke about me and Sam to tell. No one was enjoying themselves more than him tonight. Mom barely spoke to me, probably still upset about getting all excited about a wedding only to find out it was a lie. But the cake aunt Janie bought was good. So there’s that.

I ate and drank, not enough to get drunk, but enough to keep saying ‘thank you’ every time someone congratulated me, asked to see my ring, or wanted to hear the story of the proposal for the gazillionth time. There was only so much I could take in one night. If this is what engagements are like, I'm in no rush to do this again.

It’s getting late and I just wanted to go home now. I look around the party and don’t see Sam anywhere.

"Well, Merry Christmas to me." A voice says behind me. I turn around and meet Henry. He's dressed sharply in a nice velvet suit and holding two drinks in his hand. "I know how much you hate these, so let's get out of here, huh? You and me?"

"Yeah, no thanks.” I give him my bitchiest smile. “I'm here with someone."

"Ah, you mean Sammy?" He scoffs. "He's obviously a weirdo. He has no family. Lives in a motel, and just drives around towns running people over. And he needs a haircut." He extends a drink to me. "Let's get out of here, Manda."

I don’t even want to know how he knows so much about Sam or who invited him to this party, I just want to get away from him. "Get home safe Henry. Or don’t. I could care less." I turn to walk away, spotting Matt sitting with some of the younger kids at the party. "Matty? Have you seen Sam?"

"Can't keep track of your rent-a-man?" He laughs to himself.

“Enough already.” I hold back from choking him.“I just want to find Sam and go home.”

“I saw him talking with Dad. I think he invited him to that old school car show he goes to once a year. You might need to extend your contract to August.”

I push past Matt to hurry outside. Maybe they were in the garage. Dad is always sneaking off to show off his car collection. Without getting too far, I see Sam standing out on the patio, with his hands in his pockets and looking up at the sky.

"Sam?" He stiffens when he hears me but doesn't turn. "Sam? It's freezing out here."

"Yeah.” He turns to look at me and something about the way his face breaks my heart. “You ready to go?” He asks me.

“Sam, what's wrong?"

"What? Nothing I just…” He looks everywhere but at me. “This was just a lot, you know."

"I know. I'm sorry. I really didn't expect it to be this bad. Everyone questioning you. And my Dad not leaving your side. And then Matt with all the stupid jokes.” I breathe. “God, you're so lucky you don't have a brother.” Sam pauses, looking at me with so much pain. I don't know what I said, but I hate myself for saying it. “What?” He says nothing but turns away from me and starts to walk towards his car. “Sam?” I follow behind him but his legs are longer and he moves faster. “Sam, wait.” He doesn't slow down so I run after him. “Sam!”

He unlocks his car and I run over to the other side. At this point, I’m sure he’d leave me here without hesitation. I let myself in his car and turn to him.“Sam, what happened? Did I say something wrong?” He shakes his head but doesn’t tell me what’s bothering him. We sit in silence for a minute. “Why did you help me?” I ask him. He stays quiet so I continue. “I mean, why not just drop me off and drive away if you didn't want to get in trouble with the cops? Why’d you come back the next day? Drive me home. Bring me groceries, and then take me out to lunch? You texted me all throughout the week--”

“Yeah, I get it.” He cuts me off with a sniffle. “I guess, I was just lonely. I just wanted someone to talk to?”

“Okay, so talk to me.” I touch his hand. “Tell me what’s wrong with you Sam. No offensive, but something has been off about you since the day I met you.”

He slowly turns to me, eyes watery with the look he had when I first met him. Nervousness, exhaustion, and agony.

“You’re gonna think I’m insane.” He whispers. I wrap my hand around his.

“I won’t.”

To my surprise he holds my hand back. “I…” He catches his shaky breath before he begins. “I had a brother.” He sniffles. “His name was Dean…”

Gummy worms, popcorn, hot chocolate, mint ice-cream, and Oreos. I think that’s everything. I palace all the junk on the counter. “Movie night with the kids.” I tell the cashier with a smile. She smiles and rings up the junk.

"Did you get any fruit?" Sam comes up behind me with a bag of apples in his hand.

"The Gummy worms are fruit flavored.” I smile at him.

“Stop it.” He places the apples down on the counter. “De, come on kiddo, time to go.”

Dean comes hurrying down the chip aisle with Cheetos in his hand. “Forget these mom.”

“Thanks Deano,” I take the chips. “Movie night would have been ruined without these.”

“You both are gonna rot your teeth.” Sam teases and ruffles Dean’s hair. I pay quickly, skipping the receipt, and Sam grabs the packed paper bag.

"Happy holidays and enjoy your night." The cashier calls to us.

"Thank you, you too.” The door chimes when Dean pushes it open for us to step out into the cold night. “It’s snowing,” Dean shouts reaching his hand up to the fallen ice.

“It’s freezing.” I say. “The faster we get home, the better. I want hot chocolate and Charlie.”

“Don't worry, I'm sure Charlie Brown it's not going anywhere.” am throws his arms around me and places a soft kiss on my lips as the snow falls delicately around us. I pull away and look up at my happy husband smiling at me. “Seriously Sam, I don’t want to miss it. We need to go.”

He scoffs with a playful eye roll. “I know you don’t.”

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