Sam giggled. It was strange how he hadn't noticed before how funny the music sounded. He glanced around him as he held Ronnie close, and they swayed to the song, and Sam couldn't understand why no one else could hear it.
It sounded like they were underwater, and the Backstreet Boys were gargling their lines instead of singing them. He chuckled again. This was a blast. Wait til he told Dean how badly someone had mangled the music to this hootenanny.
Hootenanny was a good word, Sam decided. It was one of Bobby's, and Sam decided right then and there that he was going to start using it much more often.
"Hey Dean, did you bring some Metallica to this hootenanny?" Sam had to stop and laugh at that. He doubled over and slapped his leg, Metallica playing a hootenanny. Oh, damn. That was funny right there. And when he suddenly pictured his brother sitting on a porch step and playing the spoons with Lars Ulrich and an old coon hound, he lost it. He pulled Ronnie close and guffawed.
Gosh, he felt good.
She giggled, looking up at him, "Sammy? You okay up there?"
"Ahhhh, I'm good. I'm good. How about you? You okay down there?" He snorted, blinking. She sure looked good from where he was standing. Wait, was he still standing?
"I think we should go, don't you?" Ronnie asked, concern marring her features. "I think maybe you need some fresh air?"
Fresh air sounded good, didn't it? Wasn't he just thinking something along those lines earlier? "Yeah, fresh air." Sam agreed, nodding exaggeratedly in case she didn't hear him. He couldn't hear himself very well, come to think of it. He'd have to speak up.
"I'll have to speak up!" Sam shouted in Ronnie's face, nodding big. "Then you can hear me over the water!"
Ronnie glanced anxiously around them, noticing people eyeing them with concern. When Mr. Anthus, Sam's favorite math teacher, started toward them, she began tugging her date toward the door.
But Mr. Anthus was faster. "Miss Davies, Mr. Winchester." He greeted them, studying Sam with narrowed eyes. "Everything okay over here?"
"Oh! Yeah, Mr. Anthus. We're fine. Sam just needs a little fresh air is all, right Sam?"
Sam nodded hugely. "Fresh air!" He shouted in the teacher's face, then snorted.
Mr. Anthus frowned, "Sam, have you been drinking?" He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, looking from him to Ronnie.
Sam snorted again. "Drinking? You mean BEER? Dean would KILL me! I mean REALLY KILL me if I drank a beer, Mr. Anthus." Sam tottered into the wall.
Or maybe it tottered into him.
Mr. Anthus sighed. "Sam, I'm surprised at you, son. You usually have all your ducks in a row."
Sam froze. Oh, the imagery.
"Ducks?" He shouted, looking around. He had to see this. "Where?"
Ronnie giggled nervously, "Uh, Mr. Anthus was just kidding, Sam. Come on. Time to go."
Sam frowned, digging in his heels, "But I wanna see the ducks." He whined.
Mr. Anthus still had a firm hand on Sam's shoulder. He turned to Ronnie. "Did Sam drive you both here?"
"Oh! No, Mr. Anthus. I walked, Sam's brother dropped him off. He's probably waiting outside for him right now." She made a point of glancing at Sam's watch. "Dean hates it when Sam makes him wait."
The teacher nodded, "That's fine then. Under no circumstances does he get behind the wheel of a car, understand?" He told her firmly. "And if he tries, you don't get in the car with him. Got it?"
Ronnie nodded repeatedly. "I won't, Mr. Anthus. I promise! Come on, Sam. Dean's waiting."
Sam sobered a bit, looking around. "Dean? Dean's here?"
"He's outside waiting, silly." Ronnie said, as she guided him through the crowd of grinning spectators.
"Did he see the ducks?"
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Dean hadn't worked up the courage to go downstairs yet. In fact, he'd probably skip the basement all together, he thought. He already felt like a fish out of water in this crowd that was all pairing up as the night wore on.
If he looked closely, Dean thought he could tell the doms from the subs, but then again, maybe he was full of shit.
And beer. He'd had a few, after all.
A hand clapped him on the shoulder, "So!" Joey beamed. "Been downstairs yet?"
Dean shook his head. "Not yet."
"You scared?"
Dean glowered.
Joey grinned, "Lighten up, dude. It's okay if you wanna just go and take a peak. It is a public playroom after all. They wouldn't be there if they didn't want people watching."
"I'll think about it." Dean nodded.
"You should," Joey teased, "I just put in a new torture chamber and everything."
Dean almost dropped his beer, as Joey slapped him on the back and laughed. "Had ya goin' though, didn't I? He turned and moved away, "Ah, Winchester, you're too easy."
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Steering Sam where she wanted him to go was harder than Ronnie had anticipated, but she was determined to get him there.
The place she had in mind would be the perfect ending for their relationship. Sam certainly wouldn't forget her anytime soon once this night was over.
She was going away after all, and she had Sam to thank for that. He'd squealed to Ms. Jefferies, who, in turn, had squealed to her mom. Now Ronnie was being sent away to some type of rehab camp for sex addicts that was two hours away.
She owed that to Sam, and she had every intention of paying him back. She was thinking a full head mask that locked, paired with the little electrical device she carried in her wristlet should just about do the trick. Add in some restraints so Sam couldn't move, let alone defend himself, and she'd be happy.
She didn't want to hurt him so much as she wanted to terrify him. It was the least he deserved for ratting her out. She'd been in this life for awhile, and none of the other boys had ever told. But then came Sam with his morals and his values and his … his concern for her welfare.
Just ew.
She'd teach him a lesson he'd never forget, that's for sure, she thought, as Joey's house came into view.
"It's hot!" Sam complained, staggering slightly. "When did it get so hot?" He tugged off his tie and tossed it on the ground. Then he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt for a good two minutes before giving up and yanking it open from neck to hem. Sam giggled at the sound of buttons scattering on pavement and pulled his date to his bare chest. "There, that's much better." He sighed, smiling down at Ronnie with adoration.
"I love you." He said softly.
And she smiled. Oh yes, Sam would never forget her. Not ever.