"Dude… did you get any meat on either of these?" Dean angrily asks as he opens up the second box of pizza his brother had delivered, already upset with what he saw in box number one.
"I got a veggie deluxe and a Hawaiian," Sam explains, pulling two beers from his refrigerator. "Hawaiian has ham."
"And fruit!" Dean bitches.
"You'll survive," Sam laughs and stands next to his brother. They plate up a few slices each at the counter and make their way to the living room to set up for the night. This was their ritual. Sunday meant The Walking Dead and pizza. They switched off apartments each week, Sam being up for this particular Saturday.
Taking a massive bite of Hawaiian, Dean sits back as Sam gets up again before really settling in.
"Bathroom break before zombies," Sam offhandedly explains as he drops his cell phone on the coffee table. He then points to the TV. "Pause it if it starts."
"Will do," Dean promises.
"Seriously! Pause it!" Sam warns as he walks down the short hallway.
"I will. Damn," Dean mutters and reaches for the remote on the coffee table just in case. He stops mid reach when he realizes Sam left his phone just sitting there. Unattended. And in front of Dean.
He smiles to himself.
"Aw, Sammy," Dean says quietly, snatching up the phone and looking down the hall to make sure it's still clear from Sam's eyes. "Don't you know better than to trust me by now?"
Quickly, Dean pulls out the napkin he was given last night. After two guesses he figures out Sam's security code on his phone and programs in Lou's number. He then decides to just go for it and not think about it too much. He knows if he tried to talk Sam into texting Lou on his own he wouldn't. So instead he gives him a little push.
Hey Lou. It's Sam from the bar last night. Your sister gave me your number. I hope that's alright with you and all. I was wondering what you were doing next weekend. Maybe we could get dinner or something?
Dean rereads it quickly. Sounds sappy enough. And slightly awkward. Perfect. He sends the text message just as he hears the toilet flush. He then swiftly drops the phone back onto the coffee table right where he took it from and sits back casually, plate of pizza in his lap.
"Dude!" Sam gets angry as he walks in and points to the TV.
"Shit," Dean complains, the show already on. "It's just the credits. You didn't miss anything."
"Cold open, dude! I asked you to pause it," Sam complains, sitting onto the couch and mirroring Dean with his plate in his lap.
"We can go back. It's fucking digital, you Nazi," Dean fights back.
"Not the point and you know it," Sam gets mad. "All you had to do was pay attention."
"I paid attention."
"No, clearly you didn't…."
"Blow me, Sam. You didn't miss anything we can't rewind."
"I swear, Dean…." Sam cuts himself off when his phone buzzes on the glass coffee table. He grabs it and checks his incoming text message.
Did you just ask me out on a date? Wow! I thought you were too shy for that shit.
Sam looks at the message dumbfounded. Date? He didn't ask anyone out on a date. Who the hell is this?
His face goes sheet white when he sees the name. 'Hot Lou from Hipster Bar'.
Whipping his head to the side, getting an eyeful of a very guilty looking older brother pretending to watch the show instead of knowing he's in trouble, Sam blows up. "What did you do!?"
"What?" Dean asks, feigning confusion.
Sam holds his phone screen out for Dean to read. "What did you do, Dean!?"
"Nothing…" he answers. Then he adds, "That you shouldn't have done on your own already."
"What the fuck!?" Sam tosses his plate on the coffee table and stands up. "You're interfering with my social life like this now!?"
"What social life?" Dean mutters to himself but Sam hears it.
"That's a new low, Dean!"
"Unbunch, Sam!" Dean shouts back and leans back into the couch, ready for the fight. "I just gave you the little push you needed."
"You stole my phone while I was in the bathroom and asked a girl out for me! How do you even know I want to go on a date with her!?"
"You don't?" Dean challenges with total disbelief.
"I… I would like to make that decision on my own, thank you!" Sam yells back.
"Well, I helped you make the right decision. Sue me," Dean shrugs. "You weren't gonna make a move if I didn't do it for you."
"You… you don't know that!"
Dean doesn't bother giving a rebuttal for that. He just shares a knowing look with his little brother.
"You can't just fuck with people's lives like this, Dean!"
"I'm not fucking with your life, okay?" Dean speaks in a calmer tone as he stands up. He looks Sam in the eyes. "You have been so focused on your career for so long that life is just kinda passing you by. You don't really leave this apartment and when you do it's for work. Or drinks after work with your coworkers. Last night was a rarity and you know it."
"What's your point?" Sam grumps, hands on his hips.
"You need to find something, Sam," Dean tells him. "You need to, I don't know… be a person."
"I am a person."
"No, you're a lawyer and that's it. You need fun. You need a girl. Go on a date, have sex for once… and stop shutting yourself in with your briefcase every damn night."
"Oh, so I should be like you?" Sam turns the tables defensively. "Work all week and then spend the weekend drunk and hooking up with random strangers?"
"Not what I'm saying," Dean shakes his head. "My life isn't exactly what it should be at this point either. I know that. But I know you. We're talking about you here. You like her. She digs you. So go find out more about her. Grab dinner. Relax for a second. Live, huh?"
Sam just stares at his brother, hating the perfect sense he's making. The stubborn streak runs deep within him.
"At least text her back," Dean tells him, pointing to the phone in Sam's hand. "Go with it and take her out. What's the worst that could happen?" Sam looks at the phone but doesn't make any other move. "Or fucking don't. Be honest and tell her I sent the text and go back on it. What the fuck ever. Just answer her, would you?"
Dean plops down onto the couch again and grabs his beer, taking a long pull from it with defeat. He tried at least. He can always say he tried to help his brother get out of his comfort zone and possibly be happy.
And Sam thinks. He knows Dean's right as much as he'd rather gargle glass than admit it. And he really does want to see more of Lou. Something about her just keeps him thinking about her. She pops into his mind randomly through the day. He thinks about her when a song she's known to cover comes on the radio of the car.
He really likes her and Dean just created the opportunity to see her.
With an angry sigh, Sam drops down into his spot on the couch and starts typing a message in response. He knows Dean's watching him. "Take the smug look off your face."
"My expression is blank."
"It's never blank."
Dean smirks smugly with self-pride.
Sam ignores him, never looking at him, as he sends Lou a message.
Well, maybe I should have asked you sooner. But how about next Friday? Are you around?
When he pushes send his stomach ties in knots. What the hell is he doing? Just asking a girl out like this? Over a text message? How classy….
Hey, I like shy guys. They're very cute. And I'd love to get dinner with you. It's a date.
Sam looks at his phone with total shock. She'd love to get dinner with him? Seriously?
When Sam exhales the breath he'd been holding onto way too hard, he relaxes a bit.
And Dean doesn't miss the reaction. "Told you."
"Shut up," Sam responds as he types back, setting up a time and offering to pick her up. "Jerk."
"You wimpy little bitch," Dean mutters while grinning ear to ear as he sips on his beer and waits for Sam to be done talking to the cute girl from the bar so they can watch The Walking Dead.
"Whoa," Lou awes as she looks around the restaurant they just walked into. Sam's right behind her after having held the door for her and he heads right for the hostess. "This place is… swanky."
The restaurant Sam picked is a new place, trendy with a menu he that held dishes he hadn't quite heard of before. He wanted to impress her so he went with it. Her reaction makes him worry a bit.
"Hi. I have a reservation for two. Sam Winchester," Sam informs the hostess as Lou continues to look at the upscale decor with wide eyes.
Quickly they get seated by the big front window on one of the main streets of Sacramento and Sam gets handed an extensive wine list. Once the hostess leaves them for a moment Sam's eyes grow very wide as he looks at the far too many options in front of him.
"Uh… so… I probably should have asked before now… but do you even drink wine?" he starts to worry right off. Why didn't he ask her about what she likes before coming here?
"I'm usually more of a beer person but I've been known to drink wine on occasion," she nods while explaining. "I mean, we do live in California." She smiles warmly at him, seeing his fear all over his face. She just wants him to relax at this point.
"Great," Sam huffs a sad laugh. "I brought you to a place that specializes in wine and you don't really drink it. I'm sorry, I should have text you and asked what you like…."
"Hold up," Lou laughs and puts her hands out, asking him to stop right there. "Dude. It's fine. This is all more than fine. I haven't been taken to a place like this in… damn, forever. I'm very happy to be here. I'm happy to drink some kick ass wine. And I'm happy to do it with you."
The way she grins at him makes him smile right back, his shoulders dropping. Damn, she's pretty cool already.
"Now, only problem I see is that I don't know what I like in wine, honestly," Lou keeps going. "I spend most days going around tasting coffee and beer to know where the competition stands. Wine doesn't factor into my line of work. So I might need some help on that… if you don't mind."
"I think I can do that," Sam says to her, looking at the list. "Red or white?"
"Uh… I've drank both and been happy," she shrugs.
"Okay… we'll go red," Sam nods. "Sweet or dry?"
She makes a face that tells him she's not sure. "If I had to guess… dry?"
"Do you know the difference from pinot noir and a solid cab sav?"
Lou bites her bottom lip for a second and then laughs.
"No. That's fine," Sam laughs a little and spots a bottle he just had recently and knows is great on the list. "I got it. As long as you like deep, serious wines with a peppery finish, I think I got this one."
"Going with you, big man," Lou keeps grinning while folding her hands onto the white table cloth.
Sam takes a second to smile back while looking at her. He doesn't really notice so much the effort she put in with her lined eyes and long blonde hair that she curled just for the date. Hell, he honestly doesn't even bother getting a good look at the deep neckline of the shirt she chose for the night. He just sees her smiling. She's beautiful.
"Good evening," a server says and interrupts the short, lovely moment. "I'm Sue. I'm going to be helping you tonight. Do you have any questions about the wine menu I can answer for you? Or maybe some recommendations?"
"I think we're good," Sam informs her. "Could we get a bottle of the Martin Ray 2009 Reserve Cab?"
The server nods enthusiastically. "Absolutely. I love that one. Serious nose and the lingering pepper… I love that bottle. Can I get you anything to go with it? I always suggest the charcuterie plate for two that's made for bold red wines."
Sam looks to Lou with a cocked eyebrow, asking if she's like that.
"What the hell, huh?" Lou says to the server. "He's still trying to impress me so let's go for it."
Sue laughs. "I'll get you set up."
She walks away and Lou and looks to Sam. "Well, shit, Sammy-boy. You know what you're talking about. Big wine drinker?"
"Uh, sometimes," Sam nods. "Truth?"
"I prefer it."
"I had this bottle at a coworker's house a month or two back. It was good so I figured why not? Most of those wines on that list… no clue."
Lou lets go of an honest laugh at that. "You more of a beer guy? Or maybe whiskey?"
"I'm more of a coffee guy," Sam corrects. "But when I do drink it's usually beer. With my brother."
"Ah, so he's just a bad influence on you?" Lou wonders lightly.
"Terrible," Sam grins. "No, he's not a bad influence. He just likes to have fun. But he's a really good guy."
"I hope so," Lou mentions, picking up a menu and looking it over.
"Why's that?" he wonders, confused.
"Because my sister's been talking about him all freakin' week," Lou complains. "So over it."
Sam wrinkles his expression and thinks about it. "Really?"
"Oh yeah. She's always showing me these texts he's been sending her and how funny they are… but they aren't that funny. Kinda lame, actually," Lou looks up and finds Sam looking surprised. "What?"
"They've been texting?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Dean never said a word to me," Sam gets confused.
Lou eyes him funny. "Is it weird that he didn't?"
"Uh… yeah. It is," he answers, clearly put off by this detail. "I mean, I knew he had her number but I just figured he was trying to take her home for the night or something." Sam then realizes what he just said to Lizzy's sister. "Not that I'm saying it'd work or anything. I'm not… you know… trying to say you're sister's… um…."
"My sister's what, Sam?" Lou challenges with a serious face when he stutters about his possible misstep.
He sighs. "I'm not saying your sister's easy or anything. I'm not saying she'd fall for Dean's bullshit, is all."
Lou laughs and breaks her act. "Relax. She is easy sometimes. And honestly I'm surprised she didn't try to go home with him last Saturday in the first place."
"Right?" Sam nods, glad she's on the same page with him. "I mean, Dean's a good guy. Really good guy, which is why his one night stand shtick is super old to me by now."
"I hear that," Lou nods. "It'd be nice to see Lizzy chat up a guy for something more than a one-time deal. She claims she's too busy for that shit but I know better."
"Are you sure that your sister and my brother aren't actually the same person?"
"No. I'm not," Lou laughs. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I'm some saint over here. I've done my fair share of damage… but after a while, you know… it gets old. Sometimes…." She pauses, worried about saying too much for a first date. Then she says screw it. "Sometimes looking for something more isn't such a terrible thing."
Sam looks down at his menu and swallows hard. "It isn't a terrible thing at all." He then glances up through his hair that's hopefully shading his red cheeks from her.
"Oh man," Lou huffs a laugh and returns to reading her menu. "You are way too cute to be hanging around me…."
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
"Oh my god!" Lou laughs as she finally swallows the sip of wine she'd taken before Sam explained the intricacies of a well done prank Dean pulled on him as kids. "That's horrible!"
"At the time… oh yeah," Sam laughs also. "I mean, my hair was falling out in clumps. I thought I was dying or something."
"Didn't you think the shampoo smelled bad!?" Lou has to question. "I mean, Nair smells like crap."
"It was a new bottle," Sam shrugs. "The last bottle ran out, a new one appeared, I used it. That easy. Just figured it was a bad smelling shampoo brand or something."
"Holy shit," Lou keeps laughing at him. "What did you do!?"
"I had to basically shave my head," Sam admits. "I went with dad to a barber and they shaved it down to Army-worthy length. I had bald spots everywhere. My crush at school made fun of me the next day."
"Aw no," Lou melts for him in that moment. "What a bitch."
"Yeah, I didn't like her all that much after that," Sam smiles with the memory that is funny in hindsight only.
"I can't picture you with short hair," Lou admits when he laughing calms. "I mean, the long hair thing just seems very… you."
"Very me, huh?" he asks her in a flirty tone.
Lou shrugs. "I like it."
"Then… I'll never cut it again," Sam bashfully answers as he picks up his wine glass and takes one of the last few sips he has left in it.
Lou just shakes her head to herself at that. He's so damn cute. He's polite. He tried so hard to impress her tonight with the hip restaurant and his chivalry. Sam is something else.
"Well, since this night went so well I guess I have to ask… why are you single?"
Shock on his face, Sam tells her, "Wow, loaded question."
"Hey, if it involves telling me personal stuff you aren't ready to then call me rude and I'll totally take it back," she assures him. "But you just seem like a catch. You have a job, a decent one all-be-it a boring sounding one." Sam chuckles at that. "You're kind and you're a damn gentleman which is rare these days. Sounds like you pay your bills, have your head on straight, you're freakin' adorable… so why are you single? What's the catch here?"
Sam nods a little and looks at her. "I could ask you the same thing, you know."
"You first."
"I… was career driven," Sam explains. "I got into Stanford and shoved my nose in the books. I've been the same ever since. I got through law school, took the bar exam, got a busy job… and that's been life."
"No girls ever?"
"There were a couple here and there but… they didn't understand. They wanted more attention than I could afford to give them and we just didn't work out. After that I didn't think it was fair to do that to another girl so I didn't bother."
Lou's eyes narrow on him. "Are you trying to let me know you'll be ignoring me a lot?"
Sam narrows his eyes right back. "Does that mean you want more than one date with me?"
It's Lou's turn to blush. "Maybe." She grins wide, biting her bottom lip quickly. "Okay, definitely. I like you."
Her honesty throws him off yet again. "Yeah, well… I like you too."
They look at each other silently for a moment, way too giddy internally that they're both into each other.
"Okay, your turn," Sam reminds her. "I need to know why an ambitious and talented and beautiful girl like you is alone."
Eyebrow cocked, Lou asks, "Beautiful?"
Sam looks away, shy all of a sudden.
"Well, I guess my story is similar to yours in the past year," Lou tells him. "I have a business. It'll be a year that we've been open in about a month and it's been… a trip and a half. That's my baby and I've worked so hard to make it happen. We've been turning a real profit the last two quarters and we see a really big future for Brewtopia, maybe even a couple small satellite locations to sell serious coffee to busy guys like yourself. I want to expand. And that takes a lot of my time."
"So, basically… we're both career oriented and busy as hell."
"Sounds like it," Lou nods. "But hey, at least I understand your need to be career driven and all."
"I'd say that's a plus," Sam agrees as his phone vibrates in his pocket. After the day he had at work he knows he should at least check to see if it's important. Sounds like Lou would understand.
Pulling out his phone he sees a text from Dean.
And? You still out with Lou? Or IN with Lou? How's it going? Give me something, man!
Sam huffs a laugh at the curious text.
"What's up?" Lou asks as she finishes her wine.
"My brother," Sam tells her. "He's asking how the date's going."
"What are you gonna tell him?" Lou flirts.
Sam starts typing as he answers. "I'm telling him this has been the best date I've been on in… ever."
"Smart man," Lou smirks at him.
Sam grins back, this having happened over and over throughout the night, as he presses send.
Finishing up dinner. Really good time. I'll probably be seeing her again. Lou says hi.
"So?" Sam asks, looking back to Lou. "You ready?"
"No… but I think we don't have a choice," she looks around, all other patrons gone by now. "They need to close up at some point."
"Probably," Sam says as he gets up, repocketing his phone. Lou does the same. They head for the door and Sam holds it for her.
"Why, thank you," she grins up at him, a hand pressed to his chest flirtatiously as she walks through. They head to Sam's car together, neither talking but both happy to be in each other's company.
After opening the car door for her and getting her into the passenger side of his Prius like a true gentleman, Sam walks to the driver's side. His phone buzzes again as he gets in and he checks.
Hi back at her!
Sam simply laughs when he sees the picture attached. He holds it out for Lou to see as he tells her, "I don't think we're the only ones enjoying our night."
Lou looks and laughs also. The picture Dean sent is a selfie of him and Lizzy taken at Brewtopia. He's leaning over the bar and Lizzy is standing behind it, both with wide, goofy smiles and a thumbs up.
"Ah, now I know why Lizzy wasn't so upset by taking an extra shift for me this week," Lou mentions.
"You took a night off for this?" Sam asks, worried.
"I am the boss, aren't I?" she challenges. "Plus, I generally only take night shifts for other employees. Someone asked for the night off, I was going to take it. Instead, I had Lizzy do it."
"I didn't want to interfere with your work is all," Sam apologetically tells her.
"You didn't," Lou tells him, reaching over to hand back his phone. "I got the shift covered. I did my job. And all work and no play makes Lou a very, very dull girl."
"I feel like my brother has said that very same thing to me before," Sam admits and starts the car. "But calling me a dull boy. Well… actually, he probably called me a girl."
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
"Well, looks like your brother is all set for the night," Lizzy comments as she continues to clear the bar towards the end of the night.
"Yeah, I'd say so," Dean grins wide at the idea. His Sammy, finally getting somewhere with a girl and letting his long-ass hair down.
"What about you?" Lizzy wonders, dropping a rag onto the bar and wiping it down. She glances at him out of the corner of her eyes as she works. "Are you set for the night?"
Dean cocks an eyebrow and leans onto his elbows at this stool, his last pint of beer already drained. "Depends, I guess."
After a full night of talking while working her shift, Lizzy's gotten a really good vibe from Dean. He's much more intelligent than he looks, or even realizes, and they've never struggled for a topic. From classic rock bands to cars to pop culture to sci-fi lit, Dean's been a pleasure to be around.
And the fact that he looks the way he does with a killer smile and the confidence to back up the model-worthy good looks doesn't hurt all that much either.
"Depends on what?" Lizzy asks, her playful tone clear to him as she stacks more glasses into the dishwasher.
Dean huffs a laugh and licks his lips, contemplating how to say what's in his brain. She's fascinating. She's damn funny. And hot isn't a good enough word for what she is. Damn it. He wants to go home with her but….
"Look," Dean starts and the serious tone gets her to walk over to him. She leans her back into the counter behind the bar and listens to him. "I, uh… I don't normally say this to a girl but… I kinda like you."
"Aww…"
"Shut up," he stops her patronizing right away. She laughs brightly and he's reminded of one of the many reasons he digs her. That laugh is stunning. "I'm just trying to say that… well, normally I would have tried to take you home the night I met you."
"What's so not normal about me then?" Lizzy asks, really liking the idea of a one night stand with him. She's made that clear to him through the night.
"Like I said, I like you," Dean explains somewhat.
"You usually don't like the girls you sleep with?" she grins, knowing she's just being difficult.
"Sometimes I do," Dean jokes right back. "But… I don't want just a one-time fling with you. You're fun."
"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" Lizzy plays with him some more, leaning onto the bar on her elbows and giving Dean a shot down her shirt on purpose.
His eyes drift briefly but he quickly returns to her eyes. "Nice try."
"I thought so." Lizzy sighs. "Dean, I am not on the market. I'm not looking for anything that will tie me down, okay? I'm just… I'm not. I'm just being me and having fun. And, honestly, you look like fun."
"Oh, I'm very fun," he promises.
"And if the sex is good then… who said it has to be a one-time thing?"
Dean nods, not hating the sound of that.
"Plus, friends can have sex and not make it a big fucking deal about it," Lizzy points out to him. "So… what do you say? Friend fuck?"
As she looks at him with high expectation, Dean isn't sure what to say. He was all ready to break his usual cycle and do things right. He was going to try and ask her on a real date and suck up his pride. He got Sam to do it so why can't he follow his own advice?
But she doesn't want that. She's not the relationship type and who is he to argue with that? He's never really been the relationship type either.
"I'm not sure you can handle my kinda fun, sweetheart," Dean cockily tells her, feeling himself revert to his default ways all too easily.
The way she brightly smiles at him for that makes it worth it though. "You have no idea what I can handle."
"Am I about to find out?"
"You give me fifteen to close up and you sure will," she tells him with a sultry tone, walking away with an extra sway of excitement in her hips.
Dean smiles. All along he thought he was going to have to do something different, act like someone he wasn't, for this girl. Come to find out she's just him with boobs.
Awesome.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Pulling up in front of the apartment complex Lou lives in, Sam looks to her and grins. "I had a lot of fun."
"So did I," Lou smiles sweetly. "And, honestly, I'm not really ready for the night to end."
"Oh… I, uh…." Immediately Sam turns right back into the stuttering awkward guy he was before their date. He relaxed, let himself go, and had fun until now. But the idea of more?
"Hey, calm down, big man," Lou laughs slightly, all at his expense. "I mean, you're super cute when you get all nervous in front of me but I'm not looking to pressure you or us into anything. All I'm saying is I like your company, it's only midnight, and I have a new roast I've been working on sitting upstairs and looking for a guinea pig to let me know how it is."
Sam's shoulders drop in relaxation. No pressure.
"You in?" Lou wonders.
"Yeah," Sam nods and turns into the parking lot to park his car. "I can drink your coffee and hang out."
"Good," she bites her bottom lip, happy that he's not leaving just yet. "And I want honesty, okay? No lying and saying it's good if it sucks." She points at him accusingly.
"God's honest, I'll tell you the truth," Sam smiles her way, happy to know he can get more time with her and not have the pressure to make it more than it should be.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
"Okay… not what I expected," Lizzy comments as Dean lets her into his place.
"Can't tell if that's a good or bad thing," Dean comments, locking the door behind himself before walking towards her.
"Well, you own a house," she mentions, taking in the details around her. "So that's something."
"Were you expecting a cardboard box?" he gets slightly offended.
"No. An apartment, though," Lizzy tells him truthfully.
"I've done alright," Dean winks at her.
"Mechanics make that much?" Lizzy wonders, not being insulting but learning something.
"When you own your own garage you do," he explains easily.
"Oh. It all makes more sense now. You're the man." She grins wide.
"That's one way of putting it. Sure." He grins wide right back. "Or just boss works, too."
"Also, I wasn't expecting a dude to have so many family pictures around." She points to the mantle in the living room. It's all framed family photographs. "And the place is… kind of clean."
"I cleaned the other day," Dean fesses up, walking right up to her and standing in front of her. "My dad came by."
"That's gotta be the one thing that can get a guy to clean properly," Lizzy laughs a little as she lets her hands reach out to him. Her fingers find the top of his jeans, dipping in just slightly before pulling him in closer. "You don't wanna talk about your dad right now though… do you?"
"God, no," Dean admits, looking into her brown eyes that are already playfully staring back.
"That's good. I mean, you don't have some weird thing, like a mommy kink or anything, right?" Lizzy jokes as she pops the button on his pants open. "Because I'm not too sure I can stick around if you do. I like a lot of things but that ain't one of them." She drops his fly at that.
With his mother having been gone since he was just a child, the mention deflates him just a little. Dean doesn't mention it, though. Now isn't the time. "What are you into then?" he asks, his voice lower as he takes up the lapels of her black leather moto jacket and slides it down her arms and onto the floor.
She grins so wide he can swear he sees all of her perfect white teeth.
"I'm into foot stuff," she says simply, her face not showing if she's serious of not.
"Foot stuff?" Dean asks, making sure he heard her correctly.
"Oh yeah," Lizzy grins mischievously up at him as one of her hands comes up to the back of his head and her fingers comb through the short hair there. She pulls him down a little. "Love feet. And getting golden showers."
"Really?" Dean questions with fear, not sure about this.
She pauses when his lips are just a couple inches from hers. She lightens up with a huge smile. "Not really."
Lizzy then finishes pulling him in and kisses him. Her lips start slow and light, testing the waters as if she wants to see if they're compatible.
The second their lips meet for the first time they both melt into the moment, something about it just right. The way they move closer to each other, the quick and barely there slide of tongue to tongue, the synchronization of their breathing… everything is just right. And so good.
"Mm," Lizzy hums to herself through the kiss, her hips pressing into his as she knows already this is going to be one very good night. "Love your lips."
Dean's hands tangle into her long, dark hair with that and he keeps kissing her, brain unable to even respond. Usually he can talk a good game during moments like this but this connection he's feeling already has him too distracted to try. And god, she smells so good. Like cherries and vanilla. She smells warm and inviting and he needs more of her.
"Show me the rest of your house," Lizzy whispers against his lips as her hand that had been on the waist of his jeans travels down and slides over the now hard bulge in his pants.
Breathing out hard once, he just looks at her for a split second before grabbing her hand off of the denim cloth and pulling her along. "Come on."
She follows easily down a short hall in what seems to be a small, cute house. He opens a door and pulls her inside, wasting no time in getting his lips to hers again.
Lizzy giggles with his enthusiasm, loving that he's as ready and excited for this as she is. She kisses him back with playful determination as she grabs the bottom hem of his t-shirt and swiftly pulls it over his head.
"Oh god, you're awesome," Dean tells her in a pant as he reaches for her low cut, black t-shirt to do the same. When it's gone he kneels to the carpet below her, dropping down without any smoothness. He lets his tongue drag across her flat stomach from left to right before he looks up at her.
She smiles with full blown lust as her hands rake through his hair and he's done. "Shit, you're fun," she tells him, delighted.
Face first into her cleavage, he motorboats her still bra-covered breasts as she erupts with laughter.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
"Oh my god," Sam announces after swallowing down the sip of hot coffee Lou just brewed up in her French press.
"Really?" Lou asks, eyes hopeful and smile tugging at the corner of her mouth with pride.
"Really. This is… really good," Sam assures her as he takes another big mouthful from the handcrafted mug in his hands. "What is it?"
"All Arabica," she explains. "I took the darkest Arabic I could find from Guatemala and blended it with even darker Brazilian and Colombian beans. I think it's pretty kick ass and super bold but still smooth enough to not kick you in the ass with acid."
"I have no idea anything about coffee past what I like but I'm sure what you just said was super impressive," Sam admits and Lou laughs at his honesty. "This is like… perfection in a cup."
"Even better than the Sumatran?" Lou challenges as she sips her own coffee and stares at him from across the kitchen island in her apartment.
Sam makes a surprised face that she remembered what his usual favorite at her shop was. "Even better. I would get this every morning if you put it on the menu."
"Maybe I'll give it a test run this week then," she grins at him and watches him sip again, the pleasant look on his face proving he's truthful about her coffee. "Thanks for the honesty."
"No, thank you," Sam corrects.
As they sip, Sam sitting in his stool at the island and Lou standing across, they fall into a silence. It's comfortable. It's actually kind of nice. Nothing feels forced or awkward at all.
When Sam licks his lips absently, pulling in more flavor from his drink, Lou sighs. She already knows he's not one to push too much or dive into anything too quickly. But through the night she couldn't help from staring at just how handsome the guy is. He's so cute yet quite sharp and stately at the same time. She's never seen such a combination on a man before. When he smiles he's all sunshine and puppies. When he gets serious, like when listening to her talk, he's brooding and GQ-esque. He has a lighter side but he's also very uptight. He's a mix of so many things that he's very hard to read.
All she knows is he's just been one big turn on all night. Intellectually he's a blast, able to speak on any and everything with knowledge. And he's fun at times. That's always a way to a girl's heart. And physically… well, what needs to be said. He's six and a half feet of god damned beauty. And in his sweater and jeans combination she can tell he's a well maintained man, taking care of himself.
"Come sit with me," Lou suggests and nods for the open living room area.
Sam gets up and follows her to the couch. Once they settle in on opposite ends, both getting more comfortable, the silence once more sets in.
"You're pretty shy, huh?" Lou asks him, eyeing him from the space left between them.
"I, uh… I guess so," Sam nods slightly. "Not always."
"When are you not shy?" Lou challenges.
"In court."
Lou laughs. "That makes no sense."
Sam laughs too. "I can see how to most people that wouldn't make sense. But for some reason I'm fine while presenting cases. Maybe because I rehearse it… and I know what I'm going to say before I get there. I know the case up and down before I ever head to a court. Most other times in life… I can't be that prepared."
Looking at him with a happy, renewed expression, she tells him, "That actually makes total sense now. Never would have thought of it that way."
Sam, looks down at his cup before taking another sip, glad she can understand him a little better.
"So women… they make you nervous because you can't prepare for encountering them?"
Thinking about it, he tells her, "I guess so. Yeah."
"We're too unpredictable for you?" Lou asks him playfully.
"Most I've met… yes," Sam huffs a laugh.
"Okay. Fair… but what if I told you what I was going to do before I did it?" Lou makes a game out of his reserved ways. "Like… what if I told you right now that in about one minute I'm coming over there and I'm going to kiss you because I've been thinking about doing that all night anyways? Would that help?"
Eyes wide, Sam doesn't know how to respond.
"You can tell me not to do that if you want," Lou smiles warmly, not looking to freak him out.
Sam purposefully doesn't respond, just gives her a slight, tiny smile.
Taking that as a green light, Lou places her mug on the coffee table before scooting smoothly down the length of the couch. She sits facing him and leaves no space. Taking his cup and adding to hers, Lou then turns and smiles invitingly at Sam.
"I like you," she tells him, just wanting him to be aware that she's doing this not simply out of attraction.
Sam blushes hard, cheeks flushing pink before he can do anything about it. "I… I really like you, too," he manages to get out without looking at her and choosing his lap to stare at instead.
"Good," Lou tells him, her hand coming up to the side of his jaw. She stays there a quick moment before pulling him in.
Lips meeting, Sam relaxes a touch. She likes him. She said so, made sure to say so. And she's kissing him. This is all good stuff. Because through the night, looking at her while speaking about life and watching her laugh with bright blue eyes and a carefree attitude, he'd come to find that he truly does like her too. A lot.
Lou scoots closer, her body pressed to his as she boldly climbs into his lap. She sits sideways and brings her one hand from his jaw to the back of his head, making sure he knows this is what she wants.
When his hands land on her back she knows she can keep kissing him, the shy man finding his bravery quickly enough.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
As she starts to quiet and come down, her legs shaking a bit as she does, Dean sighs.
"Fuck, that was so hot," Dean tells her, leaning in to her ear from where he stands behind her and speaking low as she tries to catch her breath with her forehead once more pressed to the wall. "I knew you were cute but damn, sweetheart."
Lizzy huffs out a breathy laugh with that. "I'm just trying to get mine, dude. Mm. Hot damn, that was so fucking good."
Dean kisses her shoulder once before turning her around to face him with his hands on her hips. He then swiftly reaches down and lifts her up off the floor with his arms under her knees.
"You mind if I get mine then?" he asks her, grinning a bit with her wild hair and heaving chest.
She grins wide as he walks her to his bed, finally making it there for the first time that night, and drops her onto it.
"Well, I feel I do owe you after all that," she tells him in a sultry voice, backing up on the mattress and making him chase her up it as he crawls towards her. "What do you want?"
When he reaches her he wrap an arm around her back and flips them, putting her on top of him as he lies on his back. He gets her knees to either side of his hips.
When she looks down at him he smirks as both hands come down onto both her ass cheeks at the same time with a nice loud slap. "Ride 'em, cowgirl," he answers with a wink.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Maybe he should stop this. His brain can't stop thinking he should.
But it's so nice….
No. He doesn't even know her well enough yet. He just knows she's something worth not rushing into. This is too much too soon. This is a bad idea.
"Lou," Sam says between kisses after having been on the couch making out with her as if they're still teenagers for quite a long time.
"Hm?" is all Lou gets out as she keeps kissing him, her hands absorbing the feel of his torso as they snuck under his casual sweater a while ago. He's ripped. Like, seriously ripped. And she's addicted to the feel of his skin over hard muscle.
"Maybe…" he tries to speak but gets pulled back into her lips, her beautiful full lips that are sexier than he can describe. He's watched them as she spoke all night and they're more perfect than he could have guessed before they got to the couch. He tries again. "Maybe we should… slow down."
"We haven't done anything," Lou smirks, backing away a touch as she sits up. They'd over time maneuvered until Sam was on his back on her couch and she was laying on top of him. She pulls her hands from his shirt.
"I know, I just… I didn't want to push this too far, you know?" Sam asks if she agrees.
"I don't think I know," she shakes her head a little and sits up, her face disappointed.
"I, uh…" Sam starts and already he knows his former confidence is waning. "I just… I don't want to rush this too quickly."
Lou's eyes widen with surprise at that.
"I know, I'm probably being super lame. And I'm sorry for that," Sam tells her, his hands on her jean-covered knees as he looks away with embarrassment. "But I wasn't kidding. I didn't want to rush this because… I really do like you."
Lou huffs a laugh at him. "What are we, sixteen?"
Sam's face falls with the comment.
"No! I was joking!" Lou apologizes quickly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. It was just so cute and, honestly… I don't usually hang with guys that want to take it slow."
"Maybe you've been hanging around the wrong guys," Sam suggests, eyes locking on hers again. "I want to do this right. I want to see you a few more times and take our time getting to… the physical part."
"I don't know. The last half hour has felt pretty damn physical," Lou jokes as she climbs off of Sam's body and stands up, taking the mugs from the coffee table. She smirks at him knowingly before heading for the kitchen.
"I think you know what I mean," Sam rebuts, sitting up and fixing his sweater and then his hair.
"I do. And that's very respectful, Sam," Lou lets him know as she dumps out the now cold coffee to refill with some still hot coffee. "I can see what your intentions are. It's kinda refreshing actually… even if I'd love to peel those clothes off of you and have a real good time."
"Ha," Sam awkwardly laughs at that as he stands up. Quickly, while facing away from her, he adjusts himself so that his level of turn on isn't completely obvious through his fitted jeans. He finishes just as Lou walks up next to him, mug offered to him. "Oh, it's late. I figured I'd head out…."
"Sit your ass down," Lou grins at him and takes a seat on the couch. "If you're not gonna get down with me then you at least have to stay up a little later and watch something with me."
"It's midnight."
"Are you eighty?"
Sam just laughs and sits down. "Alright, I deserved that."
"Yes you did," Lou tells him and picks up the remote from the coffee table. She turns on the TV and asks, "What kinda stuff do you watch?"
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Hands behind his head on his pillow, naked form stretched down the length of his bed, Dean sighs with a contented smile. What a damn night.
He hasn't felt this good in so long. Lizzy is… what isn't she? She's so hot it hurts to look at her. He body moves with sheer sex and every second of being with her physically was what Dean could only call perfection. The sex was amazing, like best ever amazing, and he just plain likes her. She's funny, she's quick, she's sarcastic without being a bitch. She's gorgeous and fun… she's everything.
And when she comes back into the room from the bathroom while wearing nothing at all still he can't believe his luck.
"Well… that was fun," Lizzy tells him with emphasis and a grin as she bends down to get her underwear from the floor.
"Yes it was," Dean says to her, looking down the bed to watch her.
"I really needed that," she huffs a laugh, slipping her black panties up her long legs as he views it all. Even her putting clothes on is a hell of a thing to see.
"I know what you mean," Dean nods a little.
"Been a while?" Lizzy asks, scanning the room until her bra comes into view. She walks for it and takes it off his dresser.
"Eh, long enough," Dean explains simply. It hasn't really. "Well, long enough since I had that much fun, at least."
"Right!?" she smiles, clasping her bra in place. "I mean, we're good together."
"Definitely," Dean wholeheartedly replies but his face drops when she starts to pulls her jeans on. "You going somewhere?"
"Ah, yeah," Lizzy says, thinking it obvious. "I'm heading home."
"You don't have to," Dean tries to sound unaffected as he sits up and offers. "You can stay longer."
"Oh, I don't do sleepovers," Lizzy denies. "Morning awkwardness and cuddling… no. Not my thing."
"Who said anything about cuddling or morning?" Dean asks, his plan slipping through his fingers. He had already been trying desperately to remember if he had bacon in the house. "I was just hoping to chill out a minute, maybe go for a round two if you'd be down."
Lizzy pauses and looks at him, eyes narrowing as she thinks. "Nah. I need to get going." She finishes buttoning and zipping her pants.
His heart drops at that. "Oh. Okay. I see how it is."
"How it is?" Lizzy grins with his clearly joking tone.
"Yeah. You're one of those girls," Dean calls her out in an over-the-top way as he stands up and grabs his boxer briefs from the carpet and pulls them on.
"Those girls?" she laughs.
"Yeah. All you want is sex," Dean pretends to be hurt as he scoops up her shirt and walks for her. He holds it out in offer while telling her, "Just use 'em and lose 'em. You're so typical for your gender."
She snatches her t-shirt back and laughs hardily at that. "You're ridiculous."
"So, is this gonna work for you?" he wonders as she finishes getting dressed. "Just fucking and leaving? Being friends?"
"Is it gonna work for you?" she counters.
"Hey, I asked first."
"You're a child," Lizzy name calls. "And yes. I think you're fun. In and out of the bedroom. I want to be friends. And I want sex sometimes."
"I can do that," Dean nods, knowing what a gem he's just found.
"No commitment," Lizzy keeps going. "Just keeping the party going, right?"
"Right."
Boots slipped on, Lizzy looks up at him with a smile. "You're good at all this."
"All this?"
"Sex. You're just… you're damn good at it."
"Aw…" Dean jokes again and pushes her in the shoulder.
"You're lame," she tells him and heads out of his bedroom for her purse that she dropped by his front door. "Alright. I'm out."
"You working tomorrow night?" Dean asks as casually as he can manage.
"Always," she nods.
"Maybe I'll come by then," Dean offers, trying to see if two nights in a row would be too much for her.
"I'll be there," she brushes it off. "If not, you can text me later in the week."
"Sounds good."
"Goodnight," Lizzy grins, her smile wide and still stunning, as she opens the door. She winks at him and shuts the door, her car starting up soon after as she leaves.
Dean can't help but be overly concerned with how excited he is to have a fuck buddy that hot and well matched… and how hurt he is deep down to not have her stay longer.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Quietly unlocking the door to their apartment, Lizzy pushes the door open. She walks in and looks around, grinning at what she finds.
The TV is on and the pilot episode of Preacher is just finishing up. Unfortunately no one is watching it as the two people on the couch are fast asleep on each other.
Smirking, Lizzy shoves the door shut with a boom.
"Hm!" Lou says as they're both startled awake. She sits up quickly and gets off of Sam while he takes his arm back from around her shoulders. When she sees Lizzy grinning by the door she groans with annoyance. "Bitch."
"Hello, sunshines," Lizzy greets brightly and tosses her purse on the kitchen table. "Looks like you had an exciting night!"
"Shut up," Lou gripes as they both wake up and stand from the couch.
"Well, I had a lovely night… probably more exciting than yours," Lizzy jokes. "But I'm now pooped. Night, you crazy kids!"
Once Lizzy disappears to her room in the apartment Lou looks at Sam and tells him, "I hate her."
"No you don't," Sam laughs and runs his hands through his hair to tame it. "I better get going."
"Okay," Lou nods and walks to the door with him. "I'm glad you stayed, even if we passed out."
"Me too," Sam nods happily.
"And try Preacher again," she suggests. "Great show. I promise."
"Will do."
Sam stares down at her a moment, working up his nerve, before he ducks down and presses a quick, lovely kiss to her lips. "I'll call you."
"Please do," Lou responds, clearly smitten with the very polite man.
"Goodnight," Sam departs, opening the door.
"Goodnight, Sam," Lou responds as he disappears down the stairwell. Once he's out of sight she sighs and locks up for the night. She leans her back against the door and has one of those totally girly moments in which she just smiles to herself. She's totally taken by him.
"Seriously!?"
Lou looks up to see Lizzy brushing her teeth in the hallway looking at her. "What?"
"I thought you two would have been naked on the couch… not sleeping," Lizzy tells her with total let down. "I'm disappointed in you."
"Fuck off. I like him," Lou pushes off the door and heads for her room.
"You like him?" Lizzy laughs a little.
"Yeah, I do. I honestly like him," she responds in a huffy voice like a sister would. "And unlike you I don't fuck everyone on the first date."
"Dates are lame," Lizzy rolls her eyes. "Can't get hurt if you don't date."
"Dad really did a number on you, didn't he?" Lou accuses. "Someday you're gonna have to get over it and find someone for more than a night."
"Says who?" Lizzy juvenilely challenges.
"Says the laws of how to be a happy human being before you die." Lou rolls her eyes and disappears into her room, door shut to close Lizzy out.
"For what it's worth, he's super hot!" Lizzy shouts through the door. "He's totally be worth waiting for!"
"Goodnight!" Lou cuts her off and gets ready for bed, all with a grin on her face.