First Date
Sam stood in front of the mirror in the motel bathroom. He was finally going on his first official date with Angela since they kissed on Christmas. He was oddly nervous…why was he nervous? He's fought freakin' monsters for God's sake!
"Don't be nervous," Sam muttered to himself, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach.
There was a sudden knock on the bathroom door, startling Sam from his thoughts.
"Sam?" Angela asked. "Are you okay?"
Sam cleared his throat. "Yeah, sorry, I-I'll be right out," he replied, opening the bathroom door.
Angela stood on the other side of the door, a small smile on her face. She wore a pretty gray sweater, black jeans, and black boots that came up to her ankles. Her makeup was minimal—she wore eyeliner, mascara, and a clear lip gloss. Her hair was pulled into a side braid. She looked amazing.
"W-wow," Sam stuttered. "You look great, Angie."
Angela blush ever so slightly. "Thanks, Sam." She murmured. "You look really great, too." She added, pointing out his dress shirt and dark jeans.
"Thanks," Sam returned her soft smile with one of his own.
"Are you two just gonna stand there looking all lovey-dovey, or are you gonna go on your date?" Dean asked from his spot on one of the motel beds.
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's remark. "Yeah, we're going, I just need the keys," Sam replied, walking out of the bathroom and around Angela.
"Fine, but you know the rules, Sammy," Dean warned as he tossed the keys to Sam.
Sam caught the keys and sighed. "Scratch the car and I'm dead."
Dean nodded. "And don't have sex in my car!" he added sternly.
Sam ignored Dean and took Angela's hand in his. "You ready?" he asked her.
Angela stood on her toes and kissed Sam's cheek. "More than ready."
Dean threw Sam a thumbs-up as the couple walked out the door. Sam looked down at Angela as they walked towards the Impala.
"Seriously," Sam smiled gently. "You look amazing, Angie."
Angela smiled, almost shyly, the blush returning to her cheeks. "Thanks, Sammy," she replied. "You know, it sounds silly, but I was kinda nervous for our date…"
"Really?" Sam asked, earning a nod from Angela as he opened the passenger side door for her. "So was I," he admitted after he slipped into the driver's seat.
"It's just been so long since I've been on a real date," Angela noted.
Sam's brows furrowed. "What? That's crazy." He replied. "You're freakin' gorgeous, a-and super badass!"
Angela's blush deepened. "You're too nice to me," she replied shyly as Sam started driving.
"Seriously, Angie, any guy would be lucky to date you," Sam assured.
"Thanks, Sammy," Angela leaned her head against his shoulder.
"Of course," Sam murmured. "I mean every word, Angie."
It didn't take long for Sam to pull up to the quaint little Italian restaurant. Angela looked up at Sam, her eyes bright with excitement.
"This place looks so cute!" Angela commented excitedly.
Sam grinned and stepped out of the car. He walked over to the passenger side and opened the door, helping Angela out. Angela closed the door and grinned up at Sam.
"This place looks great," she said seriously.
Sam leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek. "Only the best for you."
Angela pulled Sam into the restaurant. She frowned slightly when she saw that the lobby was packed with people waiting for a table. Sam and Angela weaved through the people and up to the hostess podium.
"H-how long is the wait?" Sam asked.
"Um, about an hour," the young hostess replied apologetically.
Sam and Angela looked at each other.
"Sammy, let's just go to the diner across the street," Angela suggested.
"Are you sure?" Sam asked. "I mean, we always go to diners."
"Sam, fancy little places like this aren't really 'us' anyway." Angela reasoned. "Come on." She tugged on his hand.
"I just wanted our first date to be special." Sam sighed deeply as they walked out of the restaurant.
"It is special," Angela assured. "It's our first date, Sam. That's special already."
Sam cracked a smile. "You always know how to put a positive spin on things."
"It's a gift." Angela grinned cheekily.
Sam chuckled and opened the passenger door for Angela. Sam got into the driver's seat and the couple drove the short distance to the diner. They walked into the building and sat at a booth.
"This is nice," Angela noted as she looked around. "Quiet. I like it."
Sam smiled. "I'm glad."
Suddenly, a young brunette waitress walked up to their booth. "Hi, my name is Harper, and I'll be your waitress." She smiled broadly. "What can I get y'all?"
"Sammy, let's share a milkshake," Angela suggested.
Sam grinned at Angela. She was so freakin' adorable. "Can we get a large chocolate milkshake? And some fries?" Sam asked Harper.
Harper nodded. "Of course! If you want anything else, just holler!" she replied before bouncing off.
Sam and Angela happily shared their milkshake and fries while the talked and joked with each other. They hadn't even realized how long they had been talking until Harper came up to their booth.
"I'm sorry, but we're closing in a few minutes," Harper apologized.
"Oh, no problem," Sam assured, quickly paying the tab. He stood up and helped Angela out of the booth. "Sorry about that." Sam smiled apologetically at Harper.
The couple left the diner hand-in-hand. They got into the Impala and started driving towards the motel. When they parked, Angela went to get out, but Sam stopped her.
"I had a really good time tonight." Sam murmured sincerely.
Angela smiled. "Me too, Sammy."
Sam paused for a moment before he leaned in and kissed Angela. She immediately kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck. The kiss started off slow and sweet, but it quickly became more passionate and heated.
Angela pulled away slightly. "Backseat?" she asked, looking up at him through her lashes. Her lips were slightly swollen from kissing.
"Backseat." Sam nodded.
A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this little drabble! I came up with this idea about a week ago and finally got around to editing it :) Love you guys xoxo
~Emily
