Sam huffs as my box of stuff is dropped onto the table. "What do you have in here? Boulders?" I giggle at him, sending a smile his way.
"Maybe a couple." I joke.
I've had a crush on Sam ever since I met the boys on a hunt one day back in December. I was only supposed to stay for the winter, because I had no place to go, and I ended up staying here ever since. The crush started as soon as I met Sam and has only intensified after actually getting to know him.
"Let's just start looking though and look for things that are garbage."
"About time you did this," Dean starts, picking up a book from one of the many boxes. "All of your stuff has been sitting in a closet ever since you got here...How to Kill a Mockingbird? Really?"
"Oh, don't give me that look."
"You only like it cause everyone likes it."
"Everyone likes it cause it's good!"
"Guys!" Sam intervenes, looking between both of us, clearly annoyed. "It's a fucking book, get over it." Dean rolls his eyes and I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, awkwardly going through my stuff again; I hate when he yells. Dean continues looking through books and I keep to myself as I go through a box of vintage tee-shirts.
"Hey look at this," Dean starts. I sigh heavily and turn to look at him, Sam doing the same. "Looks like Olive over here has a diary." I feel my face go completely red.
"W-what?" I mumble, taking a few steps toward him to get a better look and sure enough, it's my diary.
"Let's have a look, shall we?" He opens it and starts reading. "October first,"
"Dean, not funny." I try to grab it but I'm much shorter than the Winchester by at least a foot and he holds it up high.
"It's getting colder out, hope I find somewhere to stay soon. Boring." He flips a bunch of pages and raises his brow at one.
"Dean!" I warn him but he smirks.
"December thirteenth, a very tall guy with broad shoulders and long hair came to my rescue today, catching me before I fell into the street. He's kinda cute, hope he's a local." He makes eye contact with Sam and I try to hold back tears as I jump for the book. "December fourteenth, same guy with the same shoulders and hair has helped me on a hunt with his brother, offering me a place to stay for winter. Sam, the younger one, is so kind and sweet and smart and I think I believe in love at first sight again." Dean's eyes go impossibly big but soften when he looks down at me. My eye sight is blurry and I make my way through boxes to my room, slamming the door and locking it. I slide down onto the floor, sitting down in front of my door, and hug my knees to my chest. Tears flood my eyes and I try to blink them away but I can't.
I can't believe him. I told him to stop so many times but he just had to keep reading. He's such a douche!
There's a mumble and the footsteps heading toward the door. "Olive? I'm sorry about Dean, he's kind of an ass when it comes to that stuff." I stiffen up when I realize it's Sam and try to steady my breathing.
"Just...just go away." I stutter. I hear him sigh and lean his head onto the door.
"Hey, I know that was embarrassing, but get this," I listen as he crouched down to where I am on the other side of the door. "He kept reading because he knows I have feelings for you." My breath hitches. "He was teasing me more than you, he was being an asshole regardless, but still." I slowly crack open the door and he makes worried eye contact with me.
"Do you really mean that?" I croak out, blinking away tears.
"Yeah, Dean's always been an asshole." He smirks.
"No," I laugh. "The other part..."
"Of course." I feel my face flush and I lean on the open door. "Come here." Sam wraps his long arms around my slender frame and rests his chin on the top of my head. I breathe in the scent of paper and cheap cologne, the signature smell of Sam. He places a kiss on top of my head and pulls away to look into my eyes. Hazel is my new favorite color.
