drabble/open rp: puppy love for thegeekyone.
It wasn't as if she intended this. Hell, she wasn't even supposed to stick around this long. The "next town" turned into the next, where Marla proved to be useful against a poltergeist. "Next town" turned into next week and after a while, none of them really talked about her leaving. It became comfortable.
Comfortable enough that she didn't catch herself in... certain reactions. The big smile she got whenver Sam was telling a joke or ragging on Dean. The way her pulse quicken when he stood behind her to better align her shot on the pool table. They'd both stay up through the night when she couldn't sleep, watching TV in comfortable silence while Dean was out. She didn't notice it until it was accidentally pointed out. Late dinner at some roadside greasy spoon between the last job and Bobby's. The place was pretty deserted, meaning it was pretty easy to overhear things without really trying. She was drying her hands, walking out of the ladies room when she heard Dean's laugh.
"Sammy, have you seen the way she looks at you? That is puppy love." Then he laughed again. She stopped in the doorway, thankful that the restrooms were partitioned by a wall. If Sam had answered him, she couldn't hear, not now. Not over the pounding in her ears that came with the sudden heat in her face. Of course. Of course. She was embarrassed, and it was only worse because she could just imagine Sam being embarrassed too. Marla splashed cold water on her face until she wasn't red anymore, waiting until she was sure that Dean would have found a different topic of conversation. The check had already been paid when she returned to the table, making it easier to slip into the backseat of the Impala and feign being tired. It'd been a long day, so they stopped for the night.
The next morning, while Dean was packing up the car, she stayed seated on the edge of one of the beds. She'd had maybe an hour or two of sleep throughout the night, grabbing it in fits and bursts between thinking and overthinking and weighing options. By the time Sam had gotten up to beat Dean to the shower, she'd made her decision.
He stood over her now, waiting. "Come on, we gotta hit the road."
"I'm not going. I think I'm gonna stay."
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Comfortable enough that she didn't catch herself in... certain reactions. The big smile she got whenver Sam was telling a joke or ragging on Dean. The way her pulse quicken when he stood behind her to better align her shot on the pool table. They'd both stay up through the night when she couldn't sleep, watching TV in comfortable silence while Dean was out. She didn't notice it until it was accidentally pointed out. Late dinner at some roadside greasy spoon between the last job and Bobby's. The place was pretty deserted, meaning it was pretty easy to overhear things without really trying. She was drying her hands, walking out of the ladies room when she heard Dean's laugh.
"Sammy, have you seen the way she looks at you? That is puppy love." Then he laughed again. She stopped in the doorway, thankful that the restrooms were partitioned by a wall. If Sam had answered him, she couldn't hear, not now. Not over the pounding in her ears that came with the sudden heat in her face. Of course. Of course. She was embarrassed, and it was only worse because she could just imagine Sam being embarrassed too. Marla splashed cold water on her face until she wasn't red anymore, waiting until she was sure that Dean would have found a different topic of conversation. The check had already been paid when she returned to the table, making it easier to slip into the backseat of the Impala and feign being tired. It'd been a long day, so they stopped for the night.
The next morning, while Dean was packing up the car, she stayed seated on the edge of one of the beds. She'd had maybe an hour or two of sleep throughout the night, grabbing it in fits and bursts between thinking and overthinking and weighing options. By the time Sam had gotten up to beat Dean to the shower, she'd made her decision.
He stood over her now, waiting. "Come on, we gotta hit the road."
"I'm not going. I think I'm gonna stay."
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