SPN/SV fic: Everything Will Be... (6/7)
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xtremeroswelliaTitle: Everything Will Be…
Authors: X_tremeroswellian and Shadow_One
Rated: R for language and violence
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don’t sue. Thanks.
Spoilers: Up through and including “Freak” for Smallville and “Born Under a Bad Sign” for Supernatural although this is actually an alternate to the latter.
Feedback: Is love and keeps us writing.
Pairing: Dean/Chloe; hints of Sam/Chloe
One | Two | Three | Four and Five | Six | Conclusion
Chapter Six
Chloe sat beside Dean at the small diner, picking at her food listlessly. She was wishing she'd voted to stay in and eat at the motel, but at the time Italian had sounded really good.
Dean looked over at her, "You alright there?"
"Yeah." She offered him a small smile. "Not quite as hungry as I thought."
Sam frowned at her, knowing she'd been complaining about starving to death earlier, "You sure?"
She glanced up at him, instantly noticing the worry in his eyes that matched Dean's. "Really. I'm all right, guys."
"Right." They both said at the same time.
Chloe couldn't help but smile a bit, taking a small sip of her soda and leaning back in her chair. "How's the lasagna?" she asked Dean.
He took another bite of it, "It's really good."
"Good." She glanced over at Sam's nearly empty plate. "I'm guessing your fettuccini was good." Her voice was light, teasing.
Sam smiled, "Yeah, it's really good."
She smiled back at him and looked down at her plate of spaghetti. Her stomach turned over and she tasted bile in the back of her throat. Oh, crap. She quickly stood up without speaking, rushing toward the bathroom.
Dean watched wide-eyed as Chloe ran off, then he looked over at his brother, "...What the hell was that?"
Sam watched her go, worriedly. "Maybe she's coming down with something."
He made a face, "Crap."
"Maybe you should..." He swallowed hard, nodding in the direction she'd taken off in.
"Yeah..." He put his fork down and walked towards the bathrooms, hoping Chloe came out soon.
Sam watched his brother go after her, his stomach tight with nervousness.
Leaning against the wall, Dean looked up at the ceiling, somehow...he didn't think she was coming down with something.
She stepped out of the bathroom a few moments later, much paler than she'd been before fleeing the table, one hand pressed to her stomach.
He rushed forward as she came out, "You alright?"
"Yeah, I think...I think I'm coming down with a stomach bug or food poisioning or something," she said grimly.
"You want to go back to the motel room?"
"I think that's probably a good idea. You guys finish your dinner."
"I think we're pretty much done...I'll tell Sam to pay and we'll get out of here." He said, heading off quickly toward their table.
Chloe swallowed hard, feeling uneasy. Somehow, she didn't think she was sick.
* * *
Dean pushed the door open with his shoulder and quickly walked into the room, Chloe in his arms. Setting her down gently on the bed, he smiled, "Need anything?"
She almost told him he hadn't needed to carry her, but she decided against it, offering him a small smile instead. "Maybe some 7Up?"
"Coming right up." He said, rushing out the door.
She watched him go, looking up at Sam who stood across the room looking at her worriedly. "I'm fine," she said softly.
He folded his arms tightly around himself, "I know...it's just..." He sighed, "You know what? Nevermind."
"What is it, Sam?" She gazed at him uncertainly.
He shook his head, "It's nothing."
Chloe gave him a look. "Which always means it's something."
He opened his mouth to say something when Dean walked in with a bottle of 7Up, "Here ya go Chlo'."
"Thanks," she said softly, looking up at him as she took the bottle and unscrewed the lid. She took a small sip, casting a glance at Sam once more.
"I'm gonna head to the other room and do research, I'll catch up with the two of you later." Sam said, walking out the door before anyone could respond.
Dean raised his eyebrow as Sam left, "Okay...what was that all about."
"I have no idea," she murmured, her eyebrows furrowing.
Climbing onto the bed next to her, he kissed the top of her head, "I'll talk to him later."
Nodding a little, she curled up against him, biting her lower lip and trying to ignore the thought plaguing her mind.
He hugged her close, "You know...if you give me anything...I'll be...sad if I get sick."
"Maybe you should bunk with Sam for a few days," she murmured.
"Nah, I wanna take care of you."
"I don't wanna make you sick."
"I can take it. I don't get sick easy." He said confidently.
A small smile tugged at her lips. "Good."
* * *
A couple hours later, Chloe had fallen asleep in Dean's arms. Looking down at her, he slowly shifted her so she was lying on the bed. After making sure she wouldn't wake up, he walked out of the room and over to Sam's. Knocking, he waited for his brother to answer.
Sam stood up and moved to the door, pulling it open, vaguely surprised to see Dean. "Hey. What's up?"
"Me...wanting to talk to you." He said, putting his hands in his pockets.
Lifting an eyebrow, Sam shrugged and moved aside to let him in. He shut the door behind him, sitting back down on the bed with his laptop. "Okay."
"So what was with the sudden exit earlier?"
"Huh? Oh...just thought you'd want some alone time with Chloe," he answered vaguely, gazing at his computer screen. "How's she doing, by the way?"
Dean folded his arms, knowing his brother was trying to throw him off the subject, "She's asleep -- And you know, that's bull."
"What's bull?" Sam glanced up at him, relieved to hear Chloe was resting.
"You wanting us to have time alone. You never leave that quickly for something like that. I know you."
He fell silent, his gaze shifting back to his computer. "I also didn't wanna catch the stomach flu. I hate puking."
Leaning against the wall, Dean smiled, "I know that."
He smirked. "Does that make me a rotten friend?"
"Nope."
"Good."
"But, I know you really don't think this is the flu."
Sam was quiet for a moment, not looking up at him. "Which means you don't either."
Sighing, he moved and sat down next to his brother, "I don't."
"Have you asked her?"
"No."
"What are you gonna do?" He glanced at Dean sideways.
He shrugged, "I don't know Sam. If this is...What are we going to do if she is pregnant?"
"Man, I don't know. But we can't be on the road if she. It wouldn't be good for her or the baby." His voice was worried.
"Yeah I know it's not." Dean ran a hand through his hair and stood again.
Sam watched as his brother began to slowly pace the room. "We don't know anything for sure."
"How many chicks do you know get sick that fast?" He asked, then he stopped, "And who aren't drunk when they *do* get sick."
"Maybe she really does just have the flu," he said, though he doubted the words even as they left his mouth. Sighing softly, he leaned back against the headboard.
Dean continued pacing, "How do you ask someone that?"
"It's Chloe. Just ask. Don't beat around the bush," he advised quietly.
"Yeah, you're right. I should just come right out and ask her. Yes. Do that, and see if she slaps my face. God, why weren't we-" He stopped and looked over at Sam, "I'm just gonna...go outside and find something to hurt."
Sam sighed heavily and shut his eyes for a moment. "You want me to talk to her?"
"No, it's not your place to ask."
"Yeah, well can you do it tactfully?" he asked in annoyance.
"I'm full of tact."
"Full of crap is more like it," Sam grumbled, though he was smiling faintly.
"I'll show you full of crap." Dean mumbled, putting his fist into his other hand.
He snorted. "Whatever."
He raised an eyebrow, "You think I won't?"
"I'm shaking, Dean," he said wryly, not bothering to look up.
Walking over to him, Dean closed the lid on his laptop.
"Man, are you trying to piss me off?" Sam looked up at his brother, annoyed.
Dean smirked.
"Jerk," he mumbled, opening his laptop once more.
He closed it once more, "Bitch."
"Knock it off." Sam climbed off the bed, glaring at him now. *
"No."
"Fine." Sam grabbed his computer off the bed and headed for the door.
Dean stopped him, "You're not going anywhere. You've officially invoked my wrath."
"Screw you, Dean," he snapped, shoving him aside and yanking the door open. He wasn't in the mood for his brother's crap at the moment.
Stumbling back slightly, the older Winchester quickly regained his footing and grabbed his brother and pulled him back inside, "Ohhh no you don't."
Sam set his computer on the table, anger flashing in his eyes as he glared at Dean. "What the hell is your problem?"
"Uh, you. That hard to figure out College Boy?"
"Yeah, and what exactly did I do?" he demanded, shaking his head.
"You were being an idiot!"
"Yeah, well you were being a jackass. As usual!"
Curling his hand into a fist, Dean forced himself to take a breath, "You know what? I'm just gonna...go. If Chloe wakes up, tell her I went to get food."
"Fine," he said evenly, still glaring at his brother.
Walking over to the door, Dean flung the door open and slammed it shut as he walked out to the Impala.
Shoving the chair by the table, Sam raked a hand through his hair in frustration. "Jerk."
Outside, Dean got into his car and stared out the front window. If Chloe *was* pregnant, how was he going to keep her safe from the life they lived? Even if he could get her out of the way, who's to say that the demon they've been looking for wouldn't go after her?
He put his head on the steering wheel, his head hurt from all these thoughts. Sitting back up, he dug the keys out of his pocket and started the car. He was planning on getting food, but he'd pick up a little something extra while he was out.
* * *
Chloe woke up shortly after she heard Dean leave the room. Feeling nauseous again, she tried lying completely still, staring up at the ceiling with one arm over her forehead. Pretty soon, she heard angry shouts from next door and she let out a breath, closing her eyes and silently willing them to shut up because her head hurt and she didn't feel up to going next door to break up a case of sibling rivalry. A few moments after that, she heard the door slam loudly and she winced, the sound making her head ache worse and the pain making the nausea roll through her. She barely made it to the bathroom in time, emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet.
Shit. This was not good. This was not good at all.
She didn't have a fever, which ruled out the flu, and she hadn't eaten much of
anything so it couldn't possibly be food poisoning, which left only one thing in her mind.
Shit, shit, *shit*.
After he'd heard the Impala leave, Sam tried to go back to looking up things on his laptop, but it was no use. Shutting it down, he set the computer on the table and left his room. Walking over a door, he knocked softly, wondering if Chloe was awake.
She was far too sick to move even though she heard the knock on the door but didn't even bother to lift her head up. The door was unlocked and if Dean or Sam wanted in, they knew how to turn the doorknob.
Sam waited another minute before trying the doorknob. Surprised to find it unlocked, he walked into the room, "Chloe?"
Forcing herself to take a deep breath, she lifted her pale face up a little. "I'm all right."
He rolled his eyes at the blatant lie, "Sure. And my brother's a saint."
Like she could even make a decent retort to that statement at the moment.
"You need anything?" Sam asked quietly.
"Not unless you wanna shoot me," she tried to joke.
"And have Dean murder me when he found out? No, you're living."
She drew in another breath, slowly sitting up and resting her back against the wall, her eyes drifting shut. "Did you just make a joke?"
He leaned against the doorframe and smiled, "Yeah...it's a foreign concept."
A faint smile touching her lips, she slowly turned her head to look at him. "So what was that fight all about?"
"Dean was just...being Dean."
Chloe grimaced a little. "Figured."
"Yeah..." Pushing off the doorframe, Sam walked into the bathroom and filled a cup with water, "Here."
Chloe took the cup from him and gazed at it for a moment before taking a small swallow. "Thanks, Sam," she whispered.
"Welcome."
She felt his gaze on her and she glanced up at him briefly. "All right. What's going on in that head of yours?"
He gave her an innocent look, "Nothing. Nothing at all."
"Right. And Dean's a saint."
"Hey, that's my line."
"It was a good line." She smiled faintly, grimacing as a new wave of nausea rolled over her.
He almost retorted when he saw her grimace, "Take deep breaths."
Chloe shut her eyes, forcing herself to do as he said and praying that the feel subsided.
*feeling
He watched for a minute, then knelt down by her and began rubbing her back in small circles, "Good."
"This sucks," she whispered.
"I feel your pain."
"Yeah? You feel like you're gonna throw up?"
"No, but I've done it plenty of times." He said, smiling.
Chloe drew in another breath and let it out slowly. "Where did Dean go?"
"To get food."
The thought of food made the bile rise in her throat once more. She quickly leaned over the toilet, throwing up again.
Sam winced as he watched, "Yeah...I shouldn't have said anything..."
Tears stained her face as her stomach heaved, making her feel like her insides were trying to switch places with her outsides.
He continued to rub her back, knowing there wasn't much else he could do.
After a few moments, she leaned back against him, her body weak and tired.
"You want to go back to bed?"
"Maybe in a few minutes." Quite frankly she was too tired to walk at the moment.
"I'll carry you to the bed." He whispered.
Chloe didn't feel up to arguing, even though in her head she knew she should tell him no. She simply nodded.
Picking her up carefully, Sam made sure not to jostle her too much as he walked over to the bed and put her down, "I'll go get you some more water."
"Thank you," she whispered, closing her eyes as she rested her head on the pillows.
He quickly filled up the glass and brought it back over to her, "Anytime."
When some people said that in reference to helping someone else out, it was said merely as a gesture of politeness. She knew, however, that Sam meant it when he said it. It occurred to her that if she hadn't fallen for Dean, she would have eventually fallen for Sam.
Authors: X_tremeroswellian and Shadow_One
Rated: R for language and violence
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don’t sue. Thanks.
Spoilers: Up through and including “Freak” for Smallville and “Born Under a Bad Sign” for Supernatural although this is actually an alternate to the latter.
Feedback: Is love and keeps us writing.
Pairing: Dean/Chloe; hints of Sam/Chloe
One | Two | Three | Four and Five | Six | Conclusion
Chapter Six
Chloe sat beside Dean at the small diner, picking at her food listlessly. She was wishing she'd voted to stay in and eat at the motel, but at the time Italian had sounded really good.
Dean looked over at her, "You alright there?"
"Yeah." She offered him a small smile. "Not quite as hungry as I thought."
Sam frowned at her, knowing she'd been complaining about starving to death earlier, "You sure?"
She glanced up at him, instantly noticing the worry in his eyes that matched Dean's. "Really. I'm all right, guys."
"Right." They both said at the same time.
Chloe couldn't help but smile a bit, taking a small sip of her soda and leaning back in her chair. "How's the lasagna?" she asked Dean.
He took another bite of it, "It's really good."
"Good." She glanced over at Sam's nearly empty plate. "I'm guessing your fettuccini was good." Her voice was light, teasing.
Sam smiled, "Yeah, it's really good."
She smiled back at him and looked down at her plate of spaghetti. Her stomach turned over and she tasted bile in the back of her throat. Oh, crap. She quickly stood up without speaking, rushing toward the bathroom.
Dean watched wide-eyed as Chloe ran off, then he looked over at his brother, "...What the hell was that?"
Sam watched her go, worriedly. "Maybe she's coming down with something."
He made a face, "Crap."
"Maybe you should..." He swallowed hard, nodding in the direction she'd taken off in.
"Yeah..." He put his fork down and walked towards the bathrooms, hoping Chloe came out soon.
Sam watched his brother go after her, his stomach tight with nervousness.
Leaning against the wall, Dean looked up at the ceiling, somehow...he didn't think she was coming down with something.
She stepped out of the bathroom a few moments later, much paler than she'd been before fleeing the table, one hand pressed to her stomach.
He rushed forward as she came out, "You alright?"
"Yeah, I think...I think I'm coming down with a stomach bug or food poisioning or something," she said grimly.
"You want to go back to the motel room?"
"I think that's probably a good idea. You guys finish your dinner."
"I think we're pretty much done...I'll tell Sam to pay and we'll get out of here." He said, heading off quickly toward their table.
Chloe swallowed hard, feeling uneasy. Somehow, she didn't think she was sick.
* * *
Dean pushed the door open with his shoulder and quickly walked into the room, Chloe in his arms. Setting her down gently on the bed, he smiled, "Need anything?"
She almost told him he hadn't needed to carry her, but she decided against it, offering him a small smile instead. "Maybe some 7Up?"
"Coming right up." He said, rushing out the door.
She watched him go, looking up at Sam who stood across the room looking at her worriedly. "I'm fine," she said softly.
He folded his arms tightly around himself, "I know...it's just..." He sighed, "You know what? Nevermind."
"What is it, Sam?" She gazed at him uncertainly.
He shook his head, "It's nothing."
Chloe gave him a look. "Which always means it's something."
He opened his mouth to say something when Dean walked in with a bottle of 7Up, "Here ya go Chlo'."
"Thanks," she said softly, looking up at him as she took the bottle and unscrewed the lid. She took a small sip, casting a glance at Sam once more.
"I'm gonna head to the other room and do research, I'll catch up with the two of you later." Sam said, walking out the door before anyone could respond.
Dean raised his eyebrow as Sam left, "Okay...what was that all about."
"I have no idea," she murmured, her eyebrows furrowing.
Climbing onto the bed next to her, he kissed the top of her head, "I'll talk to him later."
Nodding a little, she curled up against him, biting her lower lip and trying to ignore the thought plaguing her mind.
He hugged her close, "You know...if you give me anything...I'll be...sad if I get sick."
"Maybe you should bunk with Sam for a few days," she murmured.
"Nah, I wanna take care of you."
"I don't wanna make you sick."
"I can take it. I don't get sick easy." He said confidently.
A small smile tugged at her lips. "Good."
* * *
A couple hours later, Chloe had fallen asleep in Dean's arms. Looking down at her, he slowly shifted her so she was lying on the bed. After making sure she wouldn't wake up, he walked out of the room and over to Sam's. Knocking, he waited for his brother to answer.
Sam stood up and moved to the door, pulling it open, vaguely surprised to see Dean. "Hey. What's up?"
"Me...wanting to talk to you." He said, putting his hands in his pockets.
Lifting an eyebrow, Sam shrugged and moved aside to let him in. He shut the door behind him, sitting back down on the bed with his laptop. "Okay."
"So what was with the sudden exit earlier?"
"Huh? Oh...just thought you'd want some alone time with Chloe," he answered vaguely, gazing at his computer screen. "How's she doing, by the way?"
Dean folded his arms, knowing his brother was trying to throw him off the subject, "She's asleep -- And you know, that's bull."
"What's bull?" Sam glanced up at him, relieved to hear Chloe was resting.
"You wanting us to have time alone. You never leave that quickly for something like that. I know you."
He fell silent, his gaze shifting back to his computer. "I also didn't wanna catch the stomach flu. I hate puking."
Leaning against the wall, Dean smiled, "I know that."
He smirked. "Does that make me a rotten friend?"
"Nope."
"Good."
"But, I know you really don't think this is the flu."
Sam was quiet for a moment, not looking up at him. "Which means you don't either."
Sighing, he moved and sat down next to his brother, "I don't."
"Have you asked her?"
"No."
"What are you gonna do?" He glanced at Dean sideways.
He shrugged, "I don't know Sam. If this is...What are we going to do if she is pregnant?"
"Man, I don't know. But we can't be on the road if she. It wouldn't be good for her or the baby." His voice was worried.
"Yeah I know it's not." Dean ran a hand through his hair and stood again.
Sam watched as his brother began to slowly pace the room. "We don't know anything for sure."
"How many chicks do you know get sick that fast?" He asked, then he stopped, "And who aren't drunk when they *do* get sick."
"Maybe she really does just have the flu," he said, though he doubted the words even as they left his mouth. Sighing softly, he leaned back against the headboard.
Dean continued pacing, "How do you ask someone that?"
"It's Chloe. Just ask. Don't beat around the bush," he advised quietly.
"Yeah, you're right. I should just come right out and ask her. Yes. Do that, and see if she slaps my face. God, why weren't we-" He stopped and looked over at Sam, "I'm just gonna...go outside and find something to hurt."
Sam sighed heavily and shut his eyes for a moment. "You want me to talk to her?"
"No, it's not your place to ask."
"Yeah, well can you do it tactfully?" he asked in annoyance.
"I'm full of tact."
"Full of crap is more like it," Sam grumbled, though he was smiling faintly.
"I'll show you full of crap." Dean mumbled, putting his fist into his other hand.
He snorted. "Whatever."
He raised an eyebrow, "You think I won't?"
"I'm shaking, Dean," he said wryly, not bothering to look up.
Walking over to him, Dean closed the lid on his laptop.
"Man, are you trying to piss me off?" Sam looked up at his brother, annoyed.
Dean smirked.
"Jerk," he mumbled, opening his laptop once more.
He closed it once more, "Bitch."
"Knock it off." Sam climbed off the bed, glaring at him now. *
"No."
"Fine." Sam grabbed his computer off the bed and headed for the door.
Dean stopped him, "You're not going anywhere. You've officially invoked my wrath."
"Screw you, Dean," he snapped, shoving him aside and yanking the door open. He wasn't in the mood for his brother's crap at the moment.
Stumbling back slightly, the older Winchester quickly regained his footing and grabbed his brother and pulled him back inside, "Ohhh no you don't."
Sam set his computer on the table, anger flashing in his eyes as he glared at Dean. "What the hell is your problem?"
"Uh, you. That hard to figure out College Boy?"
"Yeah, and what exactly did I do?" he demanded, shaking his head.
"You were being an idiot!"
"Yeah, well you were being a jackass. As usual!"
Curling his hand into a fist, Dean forced himself to take a breath, "You know what? I'm just gonna...go. If Chloe wakes up, tell her I went to get food."
"Fine," he said evenly, still glaring at his brother.
Walking over to the door, Dean flung the door open and slammed it shut as he walked out to the Impala.
Shoving the chair by the table, Sam raked a hand through his hair in frustration. "Jerk."
Outside, Dean got into his car and stared out the front window. If Chloe *was* pregnant, how was he going to keep her safe from the life they lived? Even if he could get her out of the way, who's to say that the demon they've been looking for wouldn't go after her?
He put his head on the steering wheel, his head hurt from all these thoughts. Sitting back up, he dug the keys out of his pocket and started the car. He was planning on getting food, but he'd pick up a little something extra while he was out.
* * *
Chloe woke up shortly after she heard Dean leave the room. Feeling nauseous again, she tried lying completely still, staring up at the ceiling with one arm over her forehead. Pretty soon, she heard angry shouts from next door and she let out a breath, closing her eyes and silently willing them to shut up because her head hurt and she didn't feel up to going next door to break up a case of sibling rivalry. A few moments after that, she heard the door slam loudly and she winced, the sound making her head ache worse and the pain making the nausea roll through her. She barely made it to the bathroom in time, emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet.
Shit. This was not good. This was not good at all.
She didn't have a fever, which ruled out the flu, and she hadn't eaten much of
anything so it couldn't possibly be food poisoning, which left only one thing in her mind.
Shit, shit, *shit*.
After he'd heard the Impala leave, Sam tried to go back to looking up things on his laptop, but it was no use. Shutting it down, he set the computer on the table and left his room. Walking over a door, he knocked softly, wondering if Chloe was awake.
She was far too sick to move even though she heard the knock on the door but didn't even bother to lift her head up. The door was unlocked and if Dean or Sam wanted in, they knew how to turn the doorknob.
Sam waited another minute before trying the doorknob. Surprised to find it unlocked, he walked into the room, "Chloe?"
Forcing herself to take a deep breath, she lifted her pale face up a little. "I'm all right."
He rolled his eyes at the blatant lie, "Sure. And my brother's a saint."
Like she could even make a decent retort to that statement at the moment.
"You need anything?" Sam asked quietly.
"Not unless you wanna shoot me," she tried to joke.
"And have Dean murder me when he found out? No, you're living."
She drew in another breath, slowly sitting up and resting her back against the wall, her eyes drifting shut. "Did you just make a joke?"
He leaned against the doorframe and smiled, "Yeah...it's a foreign concept."
A faint smile touching her lips, she slowly turned her head to look at him. "So what was that fight all about?"
"Dean was just...being Dean."
Chloe grimaced a little. "Figured."
"Yeah..." Pushing off the doorframe, Sam walked into the bathroom and filled a cup with water, "Here."
Chloe took the cup from him and gazed at it for a moment before taking a small swallow. "Thanks, Sam," she whispered.
"Welcome."
She felt his gaze on her and she glanced up at him briefly. "All right. What's going on in that head of yours?"
He gave her an innocent look, "Nothing. Nothing at all."
"Right. And Dean's a saint."
"Hey, that's my line."
"It was a good line." She smiled faintly, grimacing as a new wave of nausea rolled over her.
He almost retorted when he saw her grimace, "Take deep breaths."
Chloe shut her eyes, forcing herself to do as he said and praying that the feel subsided.
*feeling
He watched for a minute, then knelt down by her and began rubbing her back in small circles, "Good."
"This sucks," she whispered.
"I feel your pain."
"Yeah? You feel like you're gonna throw up?"
"No, but I've done it plenty of times." He said, smiling.
Chloe drew in another breath and let it out slowly. "Where did Dean go?"
"To get food."
The thought of food made the bile rise in her throat once more. She quickly leaned over the toilet, throwing up again.
Sam winced as he watched, "Yeah...I shouldn't have said anything..."
Tears stained her face as her stomach heaved, making her feel like her insides were trying to switch places with her outsides.
He continued to rub her back, knowing there wasn't much else he could do.
After a few moments, she leaned back against him, her body weak and tired.
"You want to go back to bed?"
"Maybe in a few minutes." Quite frankly she was too tired to walk at the moment.
"I'll carry you to the bed." He whispered.
Chloe didn't feel up to arguing, even though in her head she knew she should tell him no. She simply nodded.
Picking her up carefully, Sam made sure not to jostle her too much as he walked over to the bed and put her down, "I'll go get you some more water."
"Thank you," she whispered, closing her eyes as she rested her head on the pillows.
He quickly filled up the glass and brought it back over to her, "Anytime."
When some people said that in reference to helping someone else out, it was said merely as a gesture of politeness. She knew, however, that Sam meant it when he said it. It occurred to her that if she hadn't fallen for Dean, she would have eventually fallen for Sam.
