Day 9: Hanging Out with Friends – Sam Winchester

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A/N: Roleplay?

The dance scene was inspired by a movie.

I thought about making up a girlfriend for Dean, but people usually use friend names and I didn't want it to be an OC, and I really love Dean and Lisa together.

You stood from the dinner table, picking up yours and Sam's plates and carrying them to the sink. Sam followed with glasses in hand, setting them gently in the soapy water you'd started running.

"Dinner was amazing," Dean complimented as he and Lisa retired to the living room couch.

"You have to teach me how you became such a good cook," Lisa added sweetly. Ben sat on the floor in front of the couch, playing a video game he'd gotten for his birthday.

"Reminds me of Karen's cooking," Bobby noted, helping to gather the rest of the dishes.

"You guys are too much," you replied, blushing lightly from all the compliments. "I'm glad you all liked it. It would have been terrible if you all came over for dinner and it was horrible."

"That would never happen," Sam promised, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You giggled and turned around in his arms, standing on your toes to press a kiss to his lips. "Hey, we should all do something to night."

"What did you have in mind?" Lisa inquired. The two of you got along famously, but with all of the hunting the boys had been doing, none of you had gotten time to just hang out.

"I don't know," you replied, nibbling your lip. "Something fun. Bowling, maybe dancing?"

"Ooh, dancing," Lisa grinned, wrapping her arms around Dean's.

"A night of dancing with my brother and our ladies," the older brother beamed. "I'm in."

"Sounds great," Sam agreed, kissing your forehead.

"I'll watch over Ben," Bobby offered. "You kids go have fun."

"Thanks, Bobby," you smiled, bringing the older hunter in for a hug. You'd known the boys since you were teens, so you knew Bobby pretty well. You weren't a hunter, but you'd been there for comfort enough times that you understood the trials and tribulations of the job.

You and Lisa retreated to your bathroom to get ready for the night while the boys planned where to take you.

The club they chose was moderately busy. It wasn't packed full of people, but it wasn't completely abandoned. The four of you got a booth near the dance floor and ordered some drinks, still full from dinner, but you were planning on dessert before the night was out.

"I haven't been dancing in a long time," you mused, looking at the young bodies grinding against each other on the rainbow-colored floor.

"Not since our first date," Sam recalled, grinning as he wrapped an arm around you.

"Your first dating was dancing?" Lisa asked. "That's so cute!"

You giggled at the memory. "I told him I didn't want the typical dinner-and-a-movie date, so he took me dancing at a club."

"I remember that," Dean added. "You practiced modern dancing with Charlie for a week straight so you wouldn't make a fool of yourself in front of (y/n)."

"You never told me that!" you exclaimed, turning to face a now blushing Sam. "You really practiced?"

"Maybe," he murmured, taking a sip of his beer.

"You are too much, Sam Winchester," you commented, snuggling against his side.

"I'm gonna go request a song," Lisa stated, standing from the booth.

"Ooh, that sounds like a good idea," you agreed, slipping out of Sam's arms and following her to the DJ's table. You both scribbled down your requests on the request slips and passed them to the DJ. When he saw yours, he grinned.

Before too long, your song was chosen. A heavy guitar and drums blared through the speakers, and you grinned up at Sam as you waited for him to recognize it.

"This is the song we danced to on our first date," he recalled, letting you pull him from the booth and lead him to the dance floor. You could hear Dean and Lisa calling after you, cheering for you, as you took your place on the rainbow tile.

"Saw him dancing there by the record machine," you sang along with Joan Jett, taking Sam's hands in your own. "I knew he must've been about seventeen."

He laughed and let you twirl him around, pulling you close to his chest.

"The beat was going strong, playing my favorite song…"

You spun around in his arms, your back to his chest. His hands rested on your hips as you swayed back and forth to the beat, your hands raised above your head.

The beat picked up and you turned back around, stomping your feet and shaking your head. "I love rock and roll! So put another dime in the juke box, baby. I love rock and roll! So come on, take your time and dance with me."

"Still as beautiful as our first date," Sam commented, stealing a kiss before the next verse began.

You blushed and grinned up at him, singing along as the song continued.

"He smiled so I got up and asked for his name. 'That don't matter' he said, ''cause it's all the same.' He said, 'can I take you home? Where we can be alone…'"

You rested your hands on Sam's chest, pulling him close. You stood on your toes and pressed your lips to his, feeling the beat of the song vibrating under your feet.

Once the song was over, you returned back to the table.

"Is that what your first date was like?" Lisa asked, smirking at you.

"Something like that," you giggled, smiling ear-to-ear as Sam's arms wrapped around you.

The waiter came by and placed two slices of triple chocolate cake on the table. You looked up at Dean and Lisa with a raised brow.

"I knew you would want dessert, so we ordered some," Dean reasoned.

"You guys are the best," you laughed, grabbing a fork and digging into the piece that would be yours and Sam's. You hummed happily at the rush of hot fudge sauce that melted in your mouth.

"Tonight was amazing," Sam whispered in your ear, kissing your jaw.

"Yeah, it was," you agreed, turning to peck his lips. You looked up at him with sparkling eyes, settling against his side until the night was over.