Bring On The Banshee

Chapter Ten

"So what do you think of the opera?" asked Sarah, sipping a glass of wine during the intermission. She looked stunning in her black cocktail dress. Sam had barely said a word to her since he picked her up, but Sarah did feel his stare several times during the evening.

"Oh, it's nice." Sam replied, loosening his tie a little bit. Was it him or was it hot in here?

"What's wrong, Sam?" questioned Sarah inquisitively with a slight smile.

"Is it me or is it hot in here?" asked Sam nervously looking down at her. She was beautiful. Even more so now many months since their last encounter.

"It is, a little. Do you understand what's going on in the show?" asked Sarah.

"Uh...no not really." Sam said honestly.

"Well then let me explain..." Sarah began explaining 'La Boheme' to him. Sam stared at her intently, listening to every word. His intent stare made her nervous. She pushed some of her hair back behind her ear and said shyly, "I'm sorry, I'm rambling on."

"No. It's alright. Thanks for explaining it to me." Sam replied, smiling "Thank you for inviting me." Sam silently thanked Jade for not accepting the invitation.

The bell sound came across the hall. Sam looked around quickly.

"What was that?" he asked

Sarah grabbed his arm and laughed, "That means the second act is starting. Now is the best part."

The opera was nearly over and Sarah found herself teary eyed. No matter how many times she'd seen 'La Boheme', she always found herself in tears at the finale. By the death scene, she'd always have a lump in her throat. Sarah felt a hand on top of hers at that moment, then a squeeze. She turned towards Sam who, like her, also had tears in his eyes. Their eyes met and she smiled at him.

She made a mental note to thank Dean later for having her come down to the city. Her thoughts trailed for a minute to Jade in her hotel room alone. Sarah laughed inwardly at her jealously earlier in the day. She should have known better than to think that Jade was clearly butting in on her and Sam. Sarah hoped that Dean did come to his senses and took her out. Like Dean, Jade too had lost a lot.

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"Two Long Island Iced Teas please." requested Dean by the bar.

"What the hell is a Long Island Iced Tea?" asked Jade.

"It's kinda like iced tea. With a kick." answered Dean.

"More like a kick in the ass." replied the bartender, bringing the drinks, "Hon, this has five different types of liquor. Can you handle it?"

"I've handled a lot of things." Jade replied sharply, "I think I can handle five different types of liquor."

Dean nodded, impressed, "You heard the lady." he smirked at her

Jade took a sip and made a face. "Smooth..." she whispered and watched Dean down his, "How the hell can you do that?"

"'Cause it's nothing," Dean replied, looking at her, "You drinking that?" he pointed.

Jade held onto her glass, "Yes I am Mr.Winchester, now back off." At that moment, Jade decided to do likewise and downed her drink and placed the empty glass down. She held her composure even though her head was spinning.

"Shall we do another round?" asked Dean smirking, even though he himself couldn't believe that she could down a glass that quick. He was impressed. Very impressed.

"Sure why not?" replied Jade. Oh my God, how am I gonna keep this up?, she thought. This is what I get from trying to impress him. Now I am going to end up drunk, which wouldn't be a bad thing...

She shook her head.

The bartender placed another glass in front of her.

Jade mumbled, "God help me." she then smiled and said, "You go first."

"Oh, no, no." Dean said, wagging his finger, "Ladies first."

"My point exactly." she said, smirking back.

"That's a low blow Jade. Even coming from you." he remarked, "Tell you what. On three, me and you, same time."

She nodded and grabbed her drink.

Both counted in unison, "One...two...three.."

Both slammed their glasses down at the same time. They shared a stare. Simultaneously, they grabbed their heads.

"Damn that hurt." she whispered
"Yeah. What the hell..." trailed Dean, "I think we should go get some air."

A few minutes later, the two were walking down Sixth Avenue and 50th Street, the night air cold and bitter. Dean zipped up his coat and stuck his hands in his pockets. Jade put on her 180 earmuffs. He looked over at her and snickered.

"What was that snicker for?" she asked.

Dean shrugged, "I had a feeling you weren't the hat type."

"Seems to me, you're not the hat or glove type. Too cool for it?"

"Not so. I...left them at the hotel." Dean lied quickly.

"Yeah...whatever." she remarked, suddenly looking over to her left and coming to a complete stop.

"C'mon, give a guy a bre--!" Dean retorted then he stopped and looked over at Jade, who had stopped in front of Rockefeller Center and its ice skating rink."Why'd you stop?" he asked.

"My father took me ice skating here. It's where I first learned." she said quietly, then looked at Dean, "Would you mind if...?"

"Nah. Let's ice skate."

"You know how?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sure I do." Dean grinned smugly.