Harper’s POV
“So what are we supposed to do now?” I ask more or less to Ashton who is still standing beside me. It’s been about ten minutes since the television has cut off yet all of us are still in the house alive, the lights still on.
“I guess we wait for him to come get us?” Ashton finally answers with a shrug, going over to sit on the couch beside Mikey. I don’t understand how he can be so calm about all of this, but as I watch him whisper something to Mikey before glancing longingly at Sahara and Luke sitting in the arm chair together I figure it out. He doesn’t want to make it out of this alive, his heart is broken and now he wants to die to save the girl he loves even though she no longer loves him back.
I let out a small sigh as I go sit on the floor in front of the couch, my back leaning against Mr. Winchester’s legs. I close my eyes and try to get a moment’s rest. One would think when going through such a traumatic experience they wouldn’t get tired but the lack of sleep and alcohol from earlier is finally getting to me.
“Come on Harper, why don’t you go lay down,” I hear Mr. Winchester lean down and whisper before I feel him moving behind me. His strong grip is suddenly underneath my bicep as he helps me up and guides me into the bedroom we were just occupying, although it feels like ages ago. I stumble onto the bed and lay back onto the pillows, how am I so tired when I’m most likely about to be taken?
“Just get some sleep,” Mr. Winchester breathes, sitting down on the bed beside me and I turn so that I can see his eyes looking down at me.
“I don’t want to sleep, I need to go help,” I mumble, trying to get back up before he pushes me again back onto the pillows.
“Sweetheart, there isn’t much more we can do right now,” he murmurs soothingly, moving some hair that has fallen in my face and as I look up at him again I realize how green his eyes are. They’re beautiful.
“What’s your first name?” I yawn. Mr. Winchester chuckles before laying back down on the bed beside me and turning his face so he can look at me.
“Sam,” he answers as I scoot closer to him and place my head on his chest. His arm instinctively wraps underneath my neck and begins to stroke my back.
“Sam,” I repeat quietly, the new name sounding foreign on my tongue. “What about Sammy?” I tease, looking at him with a smirk. I see a large smile appear on his face as he looks down at me, his green eyes twinkling with humor.
“My brother used to call me that,” he laughs.
“Your brother?” I ask, now completely awake and interested.
“Yeah, Dean.”
“Where is Dean now?”
“Probably on some hunting trip with his friend Cas,” Sam answers, looking off into the distance as his hand rests on my back. Hunting? I don’t see Sam as being a big deer hunter.
“Are you guys not close?” I ask, wondering why I never even knew he had a brother.
“We are. Let’s just say I wanted more of a normal life than he did. Although I wouldn’t mind his help right now. He would know exactly what to do,” he answers, and I can see that his mind is a million miles away.
“I mean I feel like you’re doing a pretty good job handling this situation right now,” I murmur, dropping my gaze as his green eyes find mine again and he smiles.
“Thanks,” he answers quietly, kissing me softly on the forehead, “but you and Ashton are the real heroes here,” he continues.
“Am I a bad person? Do I deserve all of this?”
“I don’t think anyone is a bad person, Harper. Yeah, we all make mistakes but nobody, especially not you, deserves this,” he answers, gesturing around to indicate the current situation we are in.
I find myself moving before I can comprehend what I am doing. My body voluntarily curling into his muscular body, my lips finding his. At first Sam doesn't respond and I can tell he is surprised by my actions as well, but it only takes a second before his lips conform to my own. The kiss is sweet and simple, yet means so much more than the heated kisses we shared earlier.
Once my lips leave his I place my head back on his chest and he continues running his fingers through my hair, neither of us saying a word, neither of us having to say a word. It’s strange, I always thought I was in love with Luke and although I know I’m not in love with Sam, I felt more in that one kiss than I ever felt with Luke. Although, I guess it could still be the anger from seeing Luke with my best friend talking.
“What am I going to do?” I ask after a few moments of silence. “I don’t want to die,” the words come out of me before I realize it, the tears spilling from my eyes. These are the words that have been in my mind all night, but haven’t said out loud because I didn’t want it to be certain. Now that Ashton and I are about to be taken in exchange for everyone’s freedom I feel that there is a high possibility that I won’t make it out alive.
“Shh, shhh it’s okay. We’re going to find a way out of this,” Sam soothes, although from the strain in his voice I can tell that he doesn’t quite fully believe what he is saying either. “I’m going to get you out of here Harper,” he continues and I almost laugh at how similar it sounds to Luke’s promises earlier. Oh how things have changed.
“Just think, when we get out of this you and I can become the first infamous student/teacher scandal at school,” he winks, trying to cheer me up and it works as a choky laugh leaves my throat.
“I like the sound of that,” I murmur, and I close my eyes as he presses his lips to mine once more.
“Harper, you may want to get in here,” I hear from the living room and I sit up quickly, giving Sam a worried look before climbing off the bed. He takes my hand and guides me back into the living room.
When we get in there I see everyone sitting around staring at the television, although as soon as we walk through the bedroom door Luke looks at us and down to our entwined hands before his blue eyes meet mine again. I quickly divert my eyes towards the television. I see writing, and moving forward I see a sign ‘The door is unlocked, everyone is free to go except for Ashton, Harper, and Ethan,’ the sign reads.
I let out a heavy breath and I feel Sam’s hand grip mine a little tighter.
“I won’t leave without you,” he murmurs into my ear, his lips pressed against my hair but I shake my head.
“You have to. That was the deal,” I answer, releasing my hand from his so he can go. I move over to stand beside Ashton and Ethan who are watching the others rise slowly from their seats.
“Maybe we can do something else. Figure this out, we don’t have to leave you guys here,” Luke speaks hurriedly, coming over to stand in front of us. I see Mikey shaking his head in the background, a panicked expression on his face. I can’t believe how badly I’ve misjudged the red headed boy. He’s actually a very loyal person, and isn’t such a bad guy. Again the thought runs through my mind, ‘did I deserve all of this?’
“It’s fine, just get yourself and the others out of here. Please get help,” Ashton answers, but I notice that he is more or less talking to Mr. Winchester rather than Luke. Mr. Winchester nods to show that he understands before turning to give me one last look. I give him a small, forced smile to which he returns before walking over towards the door and taking a deep breath before trying to pull it open. It comes open easily.
Luke and Sahara give us one last glance before filing out the door that Mr. Winchester now holds open. “Hey you guys, um thanks for this. We’re going to get you help okay,” Mikey says quietly, giving us a smile as he too walks through the door. I watch as Mr. Winchester follows behind them before closing the door, oh how I’d love to be walking through that door.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no I can’t do this. I should have never agreed to the deal, I have to get out of here. No, no, no,” Ethan starts to chant, his hands going to claw at his hair as he frantically looks around.
“Ethan stop, you have to calm down,” I try to soothe, walking over to the young boy but he quickly moves out of my grasp.
“No, I have to get out of here. I’m not going to die for you guys,” he continues, his eyes crazy.
“Ethan, calm down,” Ashton joins in trying to help me soothe the boy going through a panic attack but it’s no use. He rushes over to the recently closed door and reaches his hand to try and open it. Before Ashton and I can say anything he grasps the door handle and I hear a sizzling noise, before smelling the scent of burnt flesh. I see that the door handle has a bluish tinge to it, electricity is running through it.
“Ashton get his hand off!” I scream, running over to the young boy but Ashton gets there first and pulls Ethan off the door. His eyes are closed, and his hair is spiked up. If I hadn’t of known better I would think he had just been asleep all night, his hair nothing more than bed hair.
I lean my head down to his slightly open mouth, trying to check for breathing, for any signs of life but get nothing. I feel the tears spring back to my eyes, is this why we were left behind, just so we can stay in this house to die? Ethan was nothing more than a child, he didn’t deserve to die like this.
“I think, I think he’s dead,” I murmur, crawling back and away from the body on the floor. Ashton comes over and sits beside me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “We’re going to die in here, Ash,” I continue.
“No, no we aren’t,” he answers, and that’s when everything goes black.
AN: Heyy everyone, so here's the next update and I really hope you guys enjoy because I definitely enjoyed writing this one!! If you haven't already I would love if you guys could go check out my new Ash fanfic called 'Boozehound' and left some feedback, it would be really greatly appreciated! Anyways, leave some comments and a vote if you want. Thanks so much -Aly