These Violent Delights
Sam remembered the night he entered the bar fresh off of acing a test that left many others either dropping out, or drowning their sorrows in the cheap beer offered. Hesitant to step into the party scene that would have been Dean's forte, he took a seat and watched while his friends picked up girls. Most of them were immune to the inept flirting.
Knocking back a shot once Duke slammed it in front of him, he started to feel as if the bottom half of his body was floating. Never one to drink until he was drunk, he thought it wise to curtail the booze while he still could. Smiling politely at the waitress when she came to collect the half-empty shots, his attention was suddenly brought to the blond that his friend was waving in front of him.
Unlike the other girls in the room who were either dancing their cares away or drinking at the bar, this woman was doing neither, and seemed to be having as much of a hard time as he was. Moving over so she could sit down next to him, he could not hear the introductions his friend was making over the heart-pounding bass.
What he did manage to hear (once he leaned in close), was that her name was Jessica, or Jess, as she liked to be called. Her blond hair was loose on her shoulders, but it was her smile that caused Sam's heart to swell to twice its normal size. Her smile was what first drew her to him, but it was the soothing soprano of her tone that kept him.
"You must be Sam?" Her tone was amused, suggesting it was not too often she met a guy like him.
"Y-Yes. I am. I mean, yeah, I'm Sam." Wanting to slap himself for his horrible flirting skills, he wished Dean was there to whisper instructions into his ear.
"I'm Jessica. So, Sam, word around is that you're a pretty tough act to follow."
"How is that?"
"Come on. I mean, can we not act like your friends didn't give me your life story. Plus some cliff notes."
Wanting to strangle them (and also thank them), Sam cleared his throat and leaned in close. He would either sink or swim, and he was about to find out where he stood with someone as enduring as Jessica.
"What's your life story? I mean, can we not pretend that it must be about a hundred times more interesting than mine?" No way was he ever going to spill the beans on the family business.
"Well, I guess you'll have to wait and find out."
With that, Jessica flounced away. And Sam Winchester was in love.
