Sarah: "Sure, anything Dean . . ."

Dean: "Good . . . now this is what I need you to do . . ."

>>>About 40 minutes later

Sam pulls into the restaurant and parks. He shuts off the engine and gets out.

Sarah waits for a few seconds, and realizes Sam isn't gonna get her door for her, so she opens it herself and steps out.

Sam: "So . . . you ready? I'm starving."

Sarah: Smiles "Yeah . . ." and she starts walking in with him.

Sam opens the door and goes in, practically dropping it on Sarah . . . he didn't bother holding it open for her.

Sarah: Glares at the back of Sam's head . . . this was definitely not the Sam she'd gone out with the last time he was in town "So, I'm glad we got the chance to do this again Sam . . ."

Sam: "Uh yeah . . . me too . . ." grabs a seat at an empty table.

Sarah: "I mean . . . it's not uh . . . not quite the place I had in mind . . . but . . . I'm sure it'll still be good . . ."

Sam: "Uh-huh . . ." He picks up the IHOP menu . . . glancing over it.

Sarah: "So . . . Sam . . . I was reading this new book the other day . . . if I remember correctly, it's by one of your favorite authors . . ."

Sam: Looks up at her "Dr. Seuss?"

Sarah just stared at him, slack jawed . . . "Dr. Seuss!" she didn't need the whole date to tell that this . . . was most definitely not Sam.

Sam: "Yeah . . . man, I love that guy! He comes up with the best rhymes!" then Sam announces proudly "One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish!"

Sarah: Still staring and now speechless "Uh . . . ."

Sam: Frowns a little "What . . . I got it right didn't I?"

Sarah: "Umm . . . yeah, I'm pretty sure that's how it goes . . ."

Sam: Beams. "I thought so . . ." laughs "You had me worried there for a second . . ."

Sarah: "Ha . . . sorry about that . . ."

Sam: "So, you ready to order? I'm starving . . . can't wait . . . "

Sarah: "Oh . . . sure, I guess . . ."

Sam waves a waiter over and places his order.

Sarah: "Uh, just a fruit salad for me, thanks . . ." she smiles at the waiter.

Waiter: "I'll have that right out." He walks off.

Sarah: Decides to try again. "So . . . I was listening to some Mozart the other day . . . it was one of my favorite movements . . ."

Sam: "Mozart? Isn't he dead?" looks at her curiously.

Sarah: "Uh, yeah . . ."

Sam: Looks confused. "Then why bother? Nah . . . none of those dead guys for me . . . I've got Black Sabbath and Motor Head . . . what else could a guy need?"

Sarah: "So . . . no classical music?"

Sam: "Oh sure . . . lots . . ."

Sarah: "But you just said no dead guys . . ."

Sam: "Classic Rock isn't Dead Sarah . . ."

Sarah just looks at him in disbelief . . . What the hell had happened to him? It was like he'd been hit with the stupid stick!

A/N: Thanks again to all you readers for sticking with me on this! I really hope you're liking the story so far, and hope you will enjoy my future updates! If you find yourself with a few spare minutes, please remeber that feedback (such as ConCrit or praise or just a laugh) is always welcome :) . Don't forget to check back soon for another update!