Through the open window of the car a steady breeze blew over Sams features as he watched the world go by. In the front seat his dad and mom were talking about his fathers just finished case, him being a highly respected lawyer. The case was gruling and had lasted nearly a month in court, his father working days at a time with out coming home. This vacation was something they all needed and with it being summer, Sam was able to come as well.
"There it is" John announced, as they came around a bend.
Sam gasped, looking at the place in front of them. It looked more like a palace on top of a hill and Sam knew that the guest houses behind it looked just as nice. With big porches that over looked the lake.
"It looks amazing" Sam said, leaning up between the seats.
"It really does," Mary smiled and kissed her sons cheek. "Maybe you'll find a nice guy to have a summer fling with" She winked.
"Mom," Sam blushed as his dad chuckled. "And I'm not looking to have a fling with some rich jerk"
"Well were going to be here for two months, you may change your mind" John said, pulling up to where a valet was pointing them.
Sam just grumbled and got out when his dad stopped the car, unfolding him self with a bit of a groan. Through out his childhood, he had been a small kid, but hitting 17 he sprung up like a weed. When the growing pains stopped, he measured himself and stood at 6' 4.
"Oh god you're tall" Sam jumped lightly as he turned around.
Standing behind him was a girl that looked about Sams age, with long blond hair.
"Uh thanks?"
"I'm sorry, most of the guys that come here are kinda on the short side" She blushed.
"It's ok, I know I'm tall, are you a guest?"
"Oh no, I'm actually here to take your bags up to your cabin" She said, smiling.
"Oh, let me help you"
"No please it's fine"
"Please, I insist"
The girl nodded and Sam helped her put all their bags on a trolly.
"Mom, Dad I'll see you at the cabin, ok?"
"No problem hun" Mary said smiling as the owner, a friend of Johns came over.
"John Wincester,"
"Bobby Singer"
Sam waved at Bobby and started walking away with blondie.
"So do I get to know your name or do I just get to call you sasquatch?"
"You can call me that if you like," Sam laughed. "But my name is Sam"
"Well hi Sam, my name is Jo"
"Hi Jo, you work here long?"
"For a few years now, my mom works here too in the kitchen, her name is Ellen"
"Chef?"
"Main chef," Jo replied, as they got to the cabin that was going to be the Winchesters. "I believe she's going to be cooking your dinner for tonight"
"Sounds great" Sam chuckled and picked up his bags, putting them in his room as Jo did the same with his parents bags.
"Well Mr. Sasquatch, I've got to get back to work, I hope you have a great time here at Singers family retreat"
Sam smiled and said his own good byes and flopped on the bed when Jo left the room with the cart.
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"I'm going to go walk around a while ok?" Sam asked later after the three of them came back from dinner.
"Need to walk off some of that food you ate?" Mary joked about Sams growing appetite.
"I can't help it Ellen is almost as good as you in the kitchen"
"Ellen?" John asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"The head chef, her daughter Jo was the one that I helped bring our bags up to our cabin"
"Ah, well it is good to put a name to the food that we ate," Mary said smiling. "And go ahead, we're going to bed anyway"
"Ok mom" Sam kissed her cheek and gave his father a wave.
Heading out it didn't take him long to get back up to the main housing of the hotel, where dinner and every thing else was held. Walking around the outside of it Sam looked in at each of the rooms that were housed by double doors. In one of the rooms was what looked like bingo, with a bunch of old women and a few old men, the caller looking bored out of his mind. In the next room there was a wine testing, one of the men looking like he wasn't paying attention to the 'no drinking' rule. There were a couple that didn't have anyone in them and were dark. Heading around the side there were more double doors. In the first was empty, but the second was Bobby talking to a group of waiters, scolding more than talking from what was coming out of the slightly open door.
"Now do you understand what I'm telling you?" Bobby growled.
A chorus of 'Yes, Sir' rang out in the room and Sam nearly laughed, which turned into a gasp. A new person had walked into the room and Sam licked his lips.
"Hey there boy" Bobby said as the male came up to him.
"Putting the peons in their place Bobby?"
"Yes as a matter of fact and you need to watch your tone with me boy, you are still on thin ice after that prank war with the painter"
"Cas had it coming, so not my fault"
"Just keep to the dance floor and don't do anything stupid" Bobby said as the guy laughed and walked out through another door.
He had a very sexy laugh.
A few rooms over Jo was sitting at a table peeling potatoes and who Sam figured as Ellen was sitting across from her, doing the same.
"Hey" He said, walking in making Jo jump a little.
"Hey Sasquatch" Jo smiled and Ellen gasped at her daughter.
"Jobeth"
"Hey he said I could call him that"
"I did I promise ma'am" Sam smiled, dimples in full show.
"Well as long as she isn't going to get in trouble for it, then it's ok and don't call me ma'am makes me feel older than I am, call me Ellen"
"No problem and dinner was amazing"
Ellen smiled as she dropped another potato into the done tub. "You just going to stand there or are you going to take a seat?"
"If you have an extra peeler, I'll give you a hand"
Ellens smile widened as she grabbed the extra one she had and handed it to Sam as he pulled up a chair and started helping. For about twenty minutes they worked in a steady rhythm, making small talk as the done pile grew larger. One of the doors to the room opened and Sam nearly sliced his finger open as the guy from before came in.
"Hey Ellen," The guy said coming in. "Bobby is looking for you"
"What for?" She said, handing the half peeled potato to Sam to finish.
"Something about breakfast or something"
Rolling her eyes she wiped her hands on the towel she had over her shoulder and headed out of the room.
"When did we get another kitchen minion" The guy asked, kicking Jo's chair, looking at Sam.
"Huh? Oh we didn't this is Sam, he's a really helpful guest"
A look passed over Deans face, then it hardened. "He shouldn't be helping, one little cut and we get sued" He sneered a little bit, then walked out.
Sam frowned and ducked his head a little bit. "I wouldn't do that"
"I know that, don't mind Dean, I don't know what stuck a stick up his ass"
"Not normally like that?" Sam asked, grabbing another spud.
"No, he's normally one from breaking all the rules, not preaching him. If there was one that was prime practice what you preach, it would be him"
Sam chuckled a little bit, but couldn't stop thinking about that look in Deans eyes. Even with the pissed off in them, his green eyes were gorgeous.
By the time Ellen came back, Sam and Jo had all the peeling done and Sam got a hug for his help. Walking back to his cabin, he noticed how empty it was, then again he was out for nearly an hour after dinner was over. Moving past a tree that was adjacent the lake over the path he was on his attention was drawn to a small flicker and the smell of cigarette smoke. Looking closer he saw Dean leaning against the tree taking a drag from it and then letting it out.
"You just looking for ways to get us in trouble?" Dean half growled, stepping out of the dark shade of the tree.
"No, I'm not I swear" Sam said, putting his hands up in an innocent gesture.
"Then what are you doing out here?" He stepped a little closer and Sam noticed that he was about 4 inches shorter than himself.
"Heading back to my cabin and wanted to walk near the lake"
"What is your game?" Dean snapped, making Sam take a step back.
"What do you mean?" Sam stuttered a little.
"I mean first you are this helpful guest and then you just happen to find the one place where I come to smoke that Bobby doesn't know about and I'm just supposed to believe that you aren't going to go and rat me out?"
"Believe what you want, but I'm not going to turn you in, why would I care what you do in your personal life?"
Dean stepped forward again and looked in Sam's eyes for a few moments before making a small huff noise.
"Just stop following me" Dean asked, in a slightly pleading voice and moved away to stub his cigarette out against the tree.
Throwing a final look over at Sam, Dean had a frustrated look on his face and headed off back in the direction of the main building. Watching his back until he was gone, Sam headed to his room of the cabin, he slipped in and toed off his shoes. Once he changed and brushed his teeth, he climbed into the soft bed and stared at the ceiling. As his eyes slipped shut, he couldn't get the sight of Dean's eyes out of his mind and wondering if he had freckles everywhere.
~*~*~*~Authors Note~*~*~*~
Welp…. Yea
I was on my way home with my bf the other day and the song 'I've had the time of my life' came on the radio and since Supernatural is ALWAYS on my mind now, Gabriel suddenly wanted a Dirty Dancing esk AU with Dean and Sammy.
And here is the first part of it :3
I hope you like it
And I don't own anything