I feel you with me

Sam smiled slightly to her words, watching her for a moment but nodded. "Okay, coffee and whatever I'm having," he told her quietly, "And you don't have to thank me." He gave her hand one more squeeze before she'd pulled her hand away, and stood p to head to the counter. He'd placed the order by the time Dean joined him and he blinked, looking over to the girl Dean was motioning to before he settled his gaze back on Dean. "Really?" For a moment, he was shocked. How was it that two girls could have similar stories? But, hearing Dean's words, he blinked again and thought. "That she'd give us who we needed most...? Is that what you're asking about?"

Fallon had dropped her gaze to Dean's hand when he placed it on hers and, for the time, she could feel her anxiety easing. Looking towards Noah, she watched her for a moment before she nodded to Dean's words. "Okay," she murmured quietly, nervous about moving away from Dean, but she forced herself to go to the girl, anyways. Offering a weak smile, she sat down. "Hi," she greeted quietly, watching the girl for a long moment, "I'm Fallon. Dean told me to sit here." And, even though she was doing what Dean had asked her to, she could feel the anxiety returning and she shifted several times, peering towards him, just wanting to keep him in her view.

Dean nodded. "I dunno, man, it seems to me these two have just come back to life. What if Amara and Chuck had a part to play in this? They're the only ones who can mess with life or death." He looked back to the girls, lifting a hand to wave at Fallon as he saw her peer over. "Maybe we need these girls, someway or another. Do you feel a connection?" He asked, not mentioning anything about how he felt the need to protect Fallon, like she fitted in his life perfectly, wanting to know that Sam felt it first. "Maybe we were meant to meet them, but they died before we did."

Noah smiled, despite her own anxiety. "Hi Fallon, I'm Noah." She looked back at her hands, glancing over at Sam, studying him for a long moment - how tall he was, how welcoming his whole demeanour was, she couldn't quite put her finger on what made him so incredible to her. She cleared her throat, relaxing back into Sam's jacket, knowing that it was the piece of him she could take with her anywhere, but still, she didn't want to let Sam out of her sight.

"It could be possible. I mean, at this point, it doesn't seem like anything's impossible anymore," Sam told his brother with a small nod, though he was mildly surprised with his brother's question. Still, he wasn't one to lie to Dean about how he felt, so he nodded. "I do. It's why I didn't think Noah was any sort of threat from the very beginning. I just... Wanted to help her, comfort her, whatever it took. It's what I want to do." He paused in his words, peering over at Noah for a long time, just taking her in, and looked back to Dean. "I feel like she's a part of me, as weird as that may sound."

Fallon offered a weak smile in response and nodded, shifting a bit, before he caught sight of Dean's wave and, for the moment she saw it, she visibly perked up, unable to help it. Something about him put her at ease but, more than that, she felt so strongly that he was for her, that she could trust him and rely on him, but that he was just... Right. Clearing her throat to rid herself of her thoughts, she shifted her gaze back to Noah. "It's nice to meet you," she said quietly before motioning to the guys, "Any idea what they could be talking about?"

Dean nodded, smiling as he saw Fallon perk up with his wave, loving that he made her happy. "That's exactly how I feel about Fallon. If Amara and Chuck brought them back, we can't screw this up, Sammy." He let Sam pay for his order. "Maybe they're like, our soulmates, or something. I prayed to Cas, but he's a no show." He explained. "We'll get them back to the motel, let them rest for a little, I mean, we've been to Hell and back, and look how much that sucked. Imagine being actually dead." Dean shook his head, making his way back to the table with Sam.

Noah exhaled anxiously, still on edge. "No clue - probably us." She smiled, trying to remind herself that Sam was there, and he was safe. She watched as the brothers made their way back to the table, and she shifted over for Sam to take his place next to her, his whole presence giving her existence meaning again. She watched as Dean sat next to Fallon, and she couldn't help but think of how good they looked together, too, like they were made for one another.

Sam nodded as he listened to his brother, taking in his words as he held the meals he'd paid for, for himself and Noah. "Maybe," he agreed, smiling to himself, "Wouldn't that be something? I never thought I'd even think about having a soulmate, but... Just looking at Noah, being around her, I honestly feel like it could be true." He nodded slightly to himself, but looked to Dean. "Yeah. They could probably use a good rest after everything they've been through." Looking towards Noah for a moment, he watched her but followed Dean back to the table and smiled as he sat by Noah, setting her meal and drink down in front of her. "Enjoy."

Fallon blinked with the mention of it, wondering why the guys would be talking about them. Was it really that bad, that odd, that they were dealing with... Well, whatever it was that was going on? Shifting, she dropped her gaze, nervous about it all, but she blinked again when she felt the movement beside her, forgetting her thoughts when she saw Dean there and she felt herself ease up, glad to have him there again. Grabbing her sandwich, she let herself return to eating now that Dean was back.

Noah smiled at Sam gently, her stomach rumbling at the sight of food. "Thank you." She began eating, closing her eyes as she savoured every moment of the bite, not realising just how hungry she'd been, having gotten lost in her own panic about ending up in a strange place. She laughed as she swallowed her bite, shaking her head. "Man, this is the happiest I've ever been." She grinned at Sam, becoming more alive by the minute, her skin having returned to a shade less grey.

Dean smiled as he watched Fallon carefully. "Sam and I are in a motel not far from here," he explained, treating the girls like he would with any other friends of theirs. "We'll sleep in the car if you two want a good rest, it can't have been easy, being flung from one place to another." He took a sip of his own coffee, watching the two. "We can get you a change of clothes in the morning, too, if you want." He just wanted to maintain a conversation as he rested his knee against Fallon's in solidarity.

Sam smiled as he watched Noah, taking in the sight of her skin regaining color, and he felt a sense of relief seeing it, seeing that she was coming more alive. It eased his heart a bit and he tried not to think about the fact that this had been one crazy day. "Good, you deserve it," he assured her quietly, nodding as he took her in. "If you end up wanting more food, let me know. I don't mind getting you however much you want. I just want you comfortable after everything you've been through. You deserve that much." And, really, he knew she deserved so much more, and he wanted to be the one to provide all of it for her.

"What?" Fallon asked, blinking several times as she peered up at Dean, worried with the mention of them sleeping in the car, of Dean sleeping in the car. "You don't have to sleep in the car, really." But, she paused, her brows furrowing slightly. "Flung from one place to another?" Admittedly, she hadn't fully grasped what had happened, a part of her not wanting to; she was afraid of what she'd find out if she thought too much about it. She cleared her throat, though, and nodded as she returned to eating. "Clothes would be good. Something warmer, definitely. And shoes! We need shoes."

Noah smiled at Sam, a genuine smile, trying to show him without words how grateful she was. Listening intently to the conversation going on opposite, Noah nodded along. "You definitely don't have to sleep in the car. Think we'd be glad of some company." She knew that Fallon was feeling for Dean what she was feeling for Sam, and the thought of being apart from the taller of the two made her nervous, and she barely knew him, but, just by looking at him, she knew he was a good man, a positive force of energy, and she felt blessed just to know him. She stayed silent, not wanting to admit that she didn’t want to know what happened quite yet. "Warmer sounds good." She laughed, shaking her head as she took hold of Sam's hand for comfort, not even caring at that moment if he minded.

Dean smiled. "Alright, if you want company, that's fine by us." He reassured. "Well, there's a Wal Mart still open, if you both want some pyjamas. It's December, the weather's only gonna get worst." He smiled. "But uh, yeah, your comfort is key, been through some stuff, hm?" Dean smiled, glancing over at Sam. He didn't want to push Fallon to speak about anything she wasn't comfortable discussing, and maybe remembering how she died would send her off into further anxiety, and Dean didn't want that, at all, he didn't ever want to see her in pain, any kind of pain. "But first, you need to get full."

Sam watched Noah, deciding that being in the room with them would be the best bet; that way, he could make sure she was safe. And, he figured it'd help him gauge how she was dealing with all of this, too. "Well, we're certainly okay with giving you girls some company," he agreed with his brother, smiling, though he didn't take his gaze off Noah, just taking her in. "We'll do whatever it takes to make sure you two are comfortable, okay? I just want to make sure you're safe, above all else." He didn't see a point in hiding that from her; plus, it'd save from having to explain it later.

Fallon nodded slightly in response. "That sounds like a good idea," she told him quietly, not really wanting to wear the thing clothes she was to bed; she'd much rather have something warm with how cold it was outside. And, she'd much rather have Dean there, at least in the same room. Something about him just made it easier to stay grounded and she found herself watching him for a long time, trying to figure it out, trying to understand it. Eventually, though, she smiled and nodded as she went back to eating, occasionally sipping on her coffee, enjoying the warmth it brought.

Noah smiled bashfully, nodding in Sam's direction. She wasn't ready yet, to tell him that just being around him made her feel safe, that she felt he was made to protect her, and she was made to love him, but she knew there was a possibility of scaring him away by being so open. She took a sip of her coffee, pushing what was left of her food away when a dull ache started in her abdomen. "I'm full, thank you." She watched Sam for a moment, grateful he was there.

Dean smiled. "Alright, pyjamas it is." He waited patiently for Fallon to finish, not wanting to rush her. Dean wanted to make sure she took her time with eating and drinking, knowing that if she was brought back from the dead, she would need it more than anything. Dean finished his own coffee in the meantime. "The motel isn't far from the Wal Mart either, so you both can have a good rest, or if you just wanna stay up and watch TV, that's cool with us, too." Dean smiled, wanting to make sure Fallon was comfortable and safe and that she knew she was wanted. He was actually grateful to Amara, and he found that so weird to think about, considering how much he hated her for the havoc she caused.

Sam smiled with the mention of it, watching her for a few moments before he nodded in understanding. "If you're sure," he told her gently as he took her in, silently wondering if something was wrong but not wanting to push her to talk about any of it. "Just let me know if you change your mind, alright?" He wanted to make sure that she was happy and comfortable; after whatever she had gone through, she deserved it.

Fallon listened quietly to Dean's words, mostly just enjoying hearing him talk, but she smiled slightly and nodded. "I guess we can just decide when we get there," she said quietly, figuring that, if they weren't too tired after getting pajamas, they could just... Relax. Shifting, she finished eating and drank the rest of her coffee, relieved to have something on her stomach, but still wondering what had happened.

Dean saw the uncertainty on Fallon's face and smiled. "Well," he looked to Sam. "If you two ladies are done, we can go and get those pyjamas?" He left a five dollar tip, standing up and turning to offer Fallon his hand, wanting to make her feel as safe as he could, the urge was overwhelming and it was something he just couldn't ignore. Coming back to life - even if she didn't know she had yet, must of been a frightening experience. He was just glad it was he and Sam had stumbled upon them both by chance.

Noah followed Dean's lead and stood up, not wanting to keep the boys behind whatever they had planned, or whatever they had been in town for. "I hope I'm not intruding on your plans or anything." She murmured to Sam, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Fallon watched him for a moment before she nodded slightly, admittedly a little eager to just relax after all the weird things she'd experienced tonight. Shifting, she placed her hand in his without any actual hesitation, surprised with herself, but pulled herself to stand up. "Thank you," she told him quietly, offering a small smile.

Sam blinked, looking to Noah, and he watched her for a moment before he moved over, resting a hand against her cheek gently so that he could look her in the eyes properly. "You're not intruding," he assured her gently, offering a small smile, "We've already finished our business here, I promise. So, you're completely welcome to take up as much of my time as you want." He grinned slightly, realizing his words weren't exactly subtle, but he wanted to assure her either way.

Dean smiled, gently giving Fallon's hand a light squeeze. "No need to thank me." He promised. "I want you to be comfortable, and I'll do whatever it takes to let you know that." Dean knew he was being straight forward with his words, but he didn't care, he wanted to let her know that he was serious about protecting her, in fact, it already felt like a second nature to him. Leading Fallon out to the Impala, Dean smiled, opening the passenger side door. "Hop in."

Noah leaned into Sam's touch instinctively, returning his small smile. "Thank you." She murmured, placing her hand on top of his. When he pulled away, she took his hand, entwining their fingers, appreciating the warmth he provided. Following him outside, Noah trembled in the December air and looked forward to getting some pyjamas, making a mental note to grab some socks, too.

Flora watched him, her expression softening, but she smiled slightly. "I want to thank you, though," she murmured, "You're doing so much to help us, despite that you don't know us." And, she got to spend more time with him overall, which was another thing she was grateful for. While she didn't understand the effect he had on her or why she was so easily pulled to him, she wanted to enjoy it, especially since he brought her comfort already. Nodding, she climbed in and buckled up.

Sam gave hand a gentle squeeze. "There's nothing to thank me for," he assured her quietly, "I just want you to be okay." He smiled slightly, taking her in, and held her hand gently as they made their way out, loving the way her hand fit so perfectly in his. Seeing her shivering, though, he blinked and quickly tugged off his jacket, sliding it around her before he wrapped his arm around her to provide extra warmth. Moving to the car, he opened the back door for her. "Go on, let's get in and get warm." He smiled to her, wanting to help her as much as possible.

Dean smiled at Fallon. "Trust me, it's an honour." He promised, climbing into the drivers seat and buckling himself in, starting the Impala as he turned up the heating, wanting the girls to be comfortable, knowing that December wasn't forgiving in these parts. Offering Fallon his hand, Dean waited for Sam and Noah, before reversing out of the parking space carefully, aware that his cargo was precious. "Alright, Wal-Mart, here we come."

Noah tugged Sam's jacket around herself further. "Thank you." She murmured, snuggling into his side, just enjoying the feeling of being there. She didn't know how she was going to make it up to Sam, but she told herself she'd find a way, wanting to return the kindness he'd shown her. Climbing into the back seat, Noah settled down, scooching closer to Sam as he climbed in, and Dean put the car into motion.

Fallon offered a small smile to Dean, surprised that he was so quick to try to be helpful, but more so that he brought so much comfort to her, despite that she didn’t really know him. Seeing his offered hand, she shifted, not really hesitating at all to place her hand in his, giving it a small squeeze in gratitude. “Are we going to be allowed in Wal-Mart, since we don’t have shoes on?” she asked, looking down to her feet, wiggling her cold toes a bit.

Sam smiled slightly as he watched her. “You don’t have to thank me,” he assured her quietly, shaking his head and, once she’d gotten in, he climbed in as well and leaned over to buckle her up before he slid an arm around her, holding her close as he rubbed her back gently - both to warm her up and to comfort her, but also just for the contact, for himself. “Really. I’m glad to be of any sort of help to you.” It felt like the most natural thing in the world for him, too.

Dean smiled, squeezing Fallon's hand back reassuringly. "It's late, I don't think anyone will care." He shrugged lightly. "Don't worry about it, we'll find a way around it. If they don't let you in, I'll fight them." Dean grinned, always using lame humour to lighten a situation that was bleak, but there was something about Fallon - how he ached to see a smile on her face or hear her laughter. It was special.

Noah wrapped an arm around Sam's middle, getting comfortable with him instantly, just feeling that there was something inside him made of gold. How he cared so much in such a short amount of time was just amazing, and Noah couldn't quite describe her gratitude quite yet, unable to find the words how. Nuzzling into Sam's shoulder, Noah smiled weakly, just letting him speak.

Fallon blinked as she watched Dean, listening to his words, and she found slight amusement in it, happy to really hear his voice. “That's quite a promise,” she murmured a little jokingly, though she offered a small smile as she examined Dean and nodded. “Alright, I'll trust you.”

Sam smiled when he felt Noah's arm around him and he shifted, holding her close to himself, just enjoying the way it felt to have her in his arms. “You okay?” he asked her gently as he watched her, rubbing her back gently, and, after a moment, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, just wanting her to feel safe.

Dean grinned. "It's a promise I'm gonna keep." His grin broadened, meaning every word, but his grin turned into a smile when Fallon told him that she trusted him, and Dean swore, he'd never heard anything better. "Good, because when you're with me, nothing is a risk to you." He promised.

Noah nodded with Sam's question, just content to stay silent and stay in his arms, finding his embrace the most comfortable place in the whole world. "Yeah." She murmured quietly, blinking slowly in content. "Are you?" She asked, looking up at him, hoping that her sudden need to be in his arms wasn't overwhelming.