Warnings: Mentions of suicide, mentions of rape, mentions of pedophilia

Chapter 3

While he wasn't a monk by any means, Sam wasn't accustomed to people being so upfront in asking him out. Unlike Dean, he typically didn't pick up people while they were on the road. Sex to Sam was more than a couple hours with another warm body, it was a connection. While he hadn't been celibate since Jess died, he could count on one hand the women he had slept with since then, when the loneliness got too much. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy sex, once he was with someone it was sometimes hard for them to keep up with him, but that was once he was with someone.

It wasn't even that it was a man which caused him to doubt if he should really go out on a date. Sam had explored his sexuality while he was at Stanford, Jess could have just as easily been Jeff. While he had never told his father about his preferences, Dean knew. Sam wouldn't have been surprised if Dean knew before he had. What caused him to pause an hour after leaving the campus from hitting 'send' on his phone to message Loki the address of the motel he was staying in, was what the other man was expecting.

This case was a bust. No matter how deep they dug they couldn't find anything about a girl dying on campus, nothing else happening in their ballpark strange in the surrounding area, nothing. The kid who claimed to have been abducted by aliens was a jerk, and it wouldn't surprise Sam to learn someone had spiked his drink and then used his drugged-out state to make him believe he had been taken by aliens. While there could be a case here, the only real lead they had was the fact the two instances had happened in the span of a week, at a college, where it was strange not to be strange.

They were planning on leaving tomorrow and if he went on this date, if Sam enjoyed himself and went home with the janitor he would become attached. Loki was charming, Sam had noticed that right away the day before when they had been asking about the professor. There was something attractive about him, even wearing a stained uniform and holding a mop there had been something which drew Sam to the other man. While Sam had never really been a shallow man, he couldn't pin down physically what it was about Loki which caused him to pay attention.

While he couldn't pin it down, there was something attracting him to the older man, something that could lead to something more. It wouldn't take much, he knew, for him to become emotionally involved. If he was going to do this, he would have to make certain Loki understood he was leaving soon, that they wouldn't have long together. Sighing Sam deleted the text he had written with the address and decided to lead with that, no sense in getting the guys hopes up only to crush them later.

Hey, it's Sam.

The response was quick, Sam's cell chiming with a small ring. Dean had given him hell for picking up a guy in the middle of a case, but his smirk let Sam know he was okay with it. If there was one thing Dean couldn't complain about it was Sam picking someone up.

Loki: Heyo Sam, I was starting to wonder if you were just pretending to take down my number. So where do you want me to pick you up at? Any allergies or food you don't like that I should know about?

Sam: No allergies, I don't like food too greasy though. About tonight, well… the thing is that my brother and I are only out here for a couple days before we're heading back. We're probably going to be leaving tomorrow or the day after and I don't want to lead you on when I'm leaving…

This time the answer wasn't instant, and as much as Sam knew he shouldn't be, he was disappointed the man hadn't messaged him back after about five minutes since he sent the text. When Sam did hear the chime again he was expecting Loki to back out instead of the message he received.

Loki: Thank you for telling me now about you leaving, it would have sucked if you told me tomorrow morning. Tell you what, we take this date like you're not leaving and see how it goes? We can decide afterwards what we want to do, if we want to do anything at all. I plan on enjoying my time with you tonight if you'll let me?

Sam smiled at the message, glad that Dean had gone out to do some research at the library while he stayed at the motel. While they would normally work together, since they came to town they could barely tolerate each other and thought it would be best if they split for a bit before it came to blows.

Sam: Yeah, I can do that. I'll send the address… so 8?

Loki: I'll see you then, casual works for where we're going. I bet your ass looks good in a pair of jeans.

Blushing Sam sent the address of the motel but didn't say anything else. Now that they were both on the same page, he was excited about tonight. Looking at the clock Sam noticed there was still a bit of time to kill before he had to get ready, sighing he went back to work digging into the case as much as possible. After getting his computer to work again from it having been frozen on a porn site by Dean, Sam had started trying to find out anything he could about the two victims. The kid was pretty cut and dry, and Dean had been completely right on his judgment, the guy was a dick. Seams he was the reason why a few kids had left the school, claiming he had been hazing them to an extreme that was borderline criminal.

Looking up the professor had at first proved fruitless, that was until he on a hunch, started to look more into the claim of a student death. Once he widened the search to include local schools in the area he found a disturbing case of suicide of a young girl who attended the local high school. A high school the professor held a sort of club for extra credit at for university entry, a way to stand out on an application. While sad it wasn't until Sam saw how one of her accomplishments was being accepted into the professors 'club' so young that he started to get a bad feeling in his gut.

Sam was still looking into the professor and growing sicker by the minute, when Dean came in. Having heard the Impala Sam only made certain it was Dean coming in the door before he focused back on his screen. His face must have shown how horrible he felt as Dean didn't crack another joke about the janitor named after a god, instead Dean frowned his eyes tightening slightly at the edges while he spoke.

"What did you find?"

Leaning back on the chair, Sam ran a hand through his hair, a habit he had tried to kick but came up when he was distressed.

"Well if there is something here, I'm honestly questioning if that's a terrible thing."

That caused Dean to widen his eyes while he waited for Sam to continue. While Sam knew Dean was more of the same mindset as their dad on creatures, he would always at least hear Sam out when he wanted to leave something alone. Dean was all for killing what wasn't human, but slowly Sam had been able to show him, prove to him, that sometimes monsters were better than some humans they knew. It looked like this might just be one of those times.

"I'll start with the least offensive, alien guy? Turns out his hazing wasn't just normal pranks and dares… he strung a guy up naked to the flagpole last November. His skin was stuck to the pole and they had to remove a layer of skin in some places to get him off the damn thing. Some of his hazing has brought police attention on him, but even the things they could prove was swept under the rug, turns out his father owns some big company who buys his way out of prison."

"Okay, so guys a bigger dick than I thought… but what about the professor? Pulling a hazing on a dick like that I can totally get behind, but dude if we're hunting something than they did a lot more than some probing, professor's dead Sam."

Nodding his head, Sam tried to think of the best way to say what he was thinking. Killing humans wasn't something that he agreed with, but how many monsters had they killed? Were human monsters really all that different?

"He was a rapist and pedophile."

That changed whatever Dean was going to say, and with the way they were getting along it was probable Dean had been wanting to say something, even it was just so they could argue. While he didn't let people see it, Sam knew that Dean was born to do only one thing, protect. He loved kids, it came with having raised his brother since he was four. It was instinctual for Dean to protect children, for him to look out for kids, there was no doubt in Sam's mind that if anyone ever laid a hand on a kid while Dean was around they wouldn't walk again.

"Are you sure?"

Dean's voice was deadly, and turning to fully look at him, Sam could see a fire in his eyes that only came about when he was about to lose it. It was the same fire, the same protective instinct, which made Sam know he was safe. Whatever caused that anger wouldn't be around to hurt anyone again.

"Yeah, one of the girls at the high school who took this club he hosts killed herself after telling her friend she was raped. I checked into his files, and his student records… it's not good Dean. A couple reported the rape, that he was pressuring them into sex, but he was some kind of big shot in his field so they brushed it off. On a hunch, I looked at the grades randomly of his students… if I were to guess? He takes a lot of students who are on scholarships and are making good grades, brings the grade down where they're in danger of losing funding, and then brings it back up after pressuring them into sex."

"Fuck."

They remained in silence for a bit after that, neither knowing what to say. While they had been trained to kill monsters, it seemed like whatever it was they were hunting, was doing the same thing. The creature had let the boy go, he would be traumatized for life most likely, but he would live. If he had to guess, Sam figured the kid was let go because he hadn't been the cause of someone's death. While it had been suicide, the professor had been the cause of the death for an innocent girl. If this was a case, and the more he dug the more he believed it was, Sam wasn't sure it was one they should solve.

Voicing his thoughts out loud, Sam wasn't expecting the agreement on Dean's end. Deciding they would see if anything else came by in the next day or two, Sam noticed the time and almost panicked before he grabbed his clothes out of his bag and headed for the shower. When he came out Dean was flicking through the channels while laying on his bed. Though Loki had said causal, Sam had made certain to wear one of the nice dress shirts they normally used while pretending to be a government agents with a nice pair of jeans. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was a bit nervous. It was the first time in a very long while he had someone take him out for a date, most people who had been attracted to him had wanted him to take them out.

"So, when is lover-boy picking you up?"

Sam chose to ignore the teasing tone, the last thing he wanted was for his date to show up just in time to hear a screaming match between him and Dean.

"He said he'll be here at eight. I told him we might be leaving in the morning, or at least in the next couple days."

"And he's cool with that?"

Sam didn't know if the tone was worried or surprised, either way Sam shrugged.

"He said we should see how tonight goes and talk about what we want in the morning."

Whatever Dean was about to say was cut off at the knock on the door. Both looked at the clock to see that it was eight on the dot, making Sam smile. Shrugging on his jacket, Sam made sure that he had a knife hidden in the back of the jacket. If he was honest with himself Sam felt a bit naked now without a gun tucked away, but with how Loki had described how he expected the night to end Sam didn't think he would be able to hide a gun of all things. Checking the peephole in the door before opening it, Sam smiled at his date.

The man looked a hell of a lot better outside of work, that was for sure. While he was attractive either way, the overalls a dirt were gone now showing a form Sam could get used to seeing. Loki, like himself, was wearing a pair of jeans only his looked tighter and new. Sam couldn't wait to see what the mans arse looked like in those jeans, his shirt looked comfortable and while not skin tight was taught against his arms showing a bit of defining muscle. The crimson shirt somehow worked with Loki's warm golden eyes and hair, giving him an otherworldly look.

Overall Sam was impressed, while the man hadn't been unattractive Sam could see where Loki's confidence was coming from a lot clearer now. If he had met him at a bar Sam was certain he would have asked the man to come back to the motel with him, celibacy be damned.

"Damn Samsquatch, knew you would look good in a pair of jeans. You ready to head out?"

He could hear Dean laugh from the room but chose to ignore it. Stepping out of the room Sam turned to shut the door, blushing at the whistle Loki gave him once he turned around. It felt good, having someone not be afraid to show they appreciated how he looked. Walking to the silver SUV which was parked beside the Impala, Sam was surprised when Loki walked to Sam's side and opened the door for him. Climbing inside, Sam was impressed by the leg room and buckled up while Loki got in and turned the car on.

"So where are we headed?"

There was nothing on the radio, and Sam hated silences. While he complained about Dean's music, it was a constant in his life too long for him to feel comfortable in a car without noise. Even when there was nothing on the radio and Dean wasn't blasting one of his tapes, the engine alone was loud enough that it relaxed him. Sam needed noise in a car, but he felt it would be rude to turn on the guys stereo, so talking it was.

"There's a diner in town that has great food, and the best milkshakes in the state. I called and checked out their options, turns out they have this whole calorie wise, low fat, all-natural section to their menu I never knew about. Figured the best of both worlds, right?"

Surprised Loki had bothered to call and check on something that most people would have brushed aside made Sam feel warm. He had always been picky about his food, wanting to make sure he knew exactly what he was putting in his body. It was something Dean teased him about often, but nothing anyone he had been dating had really put much thought into. Even Jess had brushed aside his low grease intake when they went out and she wasn't dieting. This guy Sam had all of three conversations with, had called just to make sure the place he wanted to take Sam to would have what Sam wanted instead of what Loki liked.

Oh, leaving was going to hurt.

"I figure if you can still put up with me after diner there's a park not too far from here with a nicely lit trail. You don't seem like the dancing type, but if I'm wrong there's a club in town a bit that keeps more than beer behind the bar."

Loki was leaving what they did after dinner up to him. Sam had been half expecting them to run from the diner and jump into bed, he wouldn't have minded, but no Loki was making a real date out of it. When Dean had asked about how Loki had responded to him leaving, a part of Sam had expected this to be about sex. While he knew Loki was going to take them somewhere to eat, Sam was expecting a bar so that they could have a couple drinks before hitting sheets. This wasn't food and sex, this was a real date, one that you would have with someone you were expecting to start a relationship with.

It was going to hurt in the morning, because no matter how much he knew he shouldn't Sam was going to go with this. He knew it was a long shot, people didn't really do long distance, at least not when one of the people in the relationship couldn't explain where they were going or why.

"…something else?"

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Sam came back to the conversation at the questioning tone. Looking at Loki, Sam noticed his face seemed a bit tighter around the eyes than it had been. While keeping his eyes on the road Loki would dart little looks at Sam while driving that spoke of hesitation. Sam hoped he guessed right on what the question was because as much as he knew it wasn't going to, Sam wanted this to work between them.

"A walk after sounds perfect, so what's your favourite colour?"

The question seemed to be the right thing to ask as Loki's shoulders relaxed a bit. Sam didn't realize how far they had driven while he had been lost in thought.

"Favourite pretty much everything changes every few years with me, right now colour is light blue. How about you Sam-I-am, no sense waiting 'till we get there, tell me about yourself."

While surprised about the nickname, Sam shrugged it off before answering. While he wanted to avoid lying as much as possible if they were really going to try and make a go at this, there were some things Sam could tell the man beside him.

"Not much to tell; I guess to start with colour, my favourite is green, I have an older brother who I work with, we travel a lot for work, so we don't really stay in one place too often. Went to Stanford for pre-law but a family emergency pulled me out, nothing really note worthy."

There was so much he couldn't tell Loki, it was one of the reasons Sam didn't date. How could you reasonably explain to the person you wanted to be with that you hunted the supernatural for a living? It would be hard enough to try and brush off normal things, but his whole life was dedicated to hunting it was a part of who he was. Frowning Sam glanced out the window, wondering how he was going to explain why exactly as an electrician he would have to travel so much when he felt a warmth on his hand. Looking down Sam noticed Loki had moved his hand to hold Sam's.

"Listen Kiddo, I knew when you started interviewing me about the dead professor that you and your brother weren't electricians. You don't have to tell me. I may not look like it, but I'm a pretty tough guy. I can take you having your secrets especially since we haven't even really had our first date yet."

It seemed they had arrived at the diner as Loki pulled over into the small parking lot behind a building and parked the car. Once Loki killed the engine, the older man turned to him and smiled while picking up the hand he had been holding only a few moments ago. Seeing he had Sam's undivided attention, Loki spoke again his tone soft.

"How about we make a deal? If I ask you something and you feel like its something you can't answer, or don't want to, for whatever reason just tell me. I would rather you let me know when something is off limits than lie to me. In return I promise you the same, there's a lot about me I don't feel comfortable talking about yet, some of it I may never feel comfortable speaking of. I promise to never lie to you Sam, evade like Hell, but never lie. Does that work for you?"

Sam smiled and nodded his head while he answered, this he could live with.

"Yeah, that works for me."

Loki brought the hand he had been holding to his face and flipped it over to kiss the palm. Smirking Loki quickly tried to defuse the tension.

"Good, now that we're done angsting lets have a nice dinner where I can charm my way into your gigantor heart. Then we'll go for a walk where I will try to romance you, after which I will hopefully convince you that my bed is much more comfortable than the motel you're staying at."

Not waiting for Sam to answer Loki nipped at one of Sam's fingers before letting his hand go and winking at the younger man. Getting out of the car the two walked inside of the diner. It was a small diner, nothing fancy but seemed comfortable and just as promised, they had a healthy selection menu. During their meal, they spoke of inconsequential things; Sam talked about the various places he had liked while traveling and Loki spoke about some pranks he had pulled. Loki learnt Sam was a bookworm and loved learning new things, Sam learnt Loki loved anything sweet and was a dog person.

When the meal was over, and Loki had paid the bill, the two left the diner laughing. Loki had kept up with light touching as much as he could afford to do and as soon as they were no longer sitting down, he had taken Sam's hand in his. Intertwining their fingers, Loki pulled Sam along off a side street which lead them to the small park he had spoken about earlier. The sun was almost set by the time they made it, lamps lit the way along the small trail as they walked giving off enough light to walk without tripping, but they still managed to see a couple of the brighter stars.

"It's hard to see them in town like this, but when I was younger I used to spend all night looking at the stars. It always amazed me, the fact that there were so many out there, so many different planets and stars, always kind of put things in perspective."

As he was talking Loki had slowed their walk so they were stopped in-between two of the lamps, it was in one of the darker spots of the trail which helped to broadcast the twinkling lights above them. Tilting his head back Loki looked up at the sky, encouraging Sam to do the same. The silence stretched between them for a few moments before Sam spoke, his tone soft, matching Loki's.

"With all the traveling that we do, sometimes Dean and I will park the car off to a side road and just take a minute, you know? Most of the time we have a cooler and a couple beers while pointing out what constellations we know and their stories. Dad was a marine, so he taught us how to survive in pretty much anything, Dean's four years older than me and I think sometimes Dad forgot I was younger than his eldest 'cause he would treat us both the same. When he left on our camping trips, Dean would drag me out of the tent and would teach me how to make stories with the stars while we waited for Dad to come back."

The air had become somber instead of the light banter they had enjoyed during dinner, but instead of being put off it made Sam feel closer to the man beside him.

"I can't say much, not without breaking my promise… but I kind of get where you're coming from. I love my father, I would do anything He asks of me, but He wasn't the one who raised me. I have three older brothers, and while Ralph and I are close to the same age I was always a handful. Mike is the oldest and was always so busy all the time that he never had any time for me. Ralph while only slightly older in actual age seemed to be ancient most of the time, like he couldn't ever be a kid. Luci was the second eldest, and while he was a hardhead and stubborn at times, it was him who raised me. When I got hurt it was Luci who healed me, when I needed someone to talk to I always sought him out."

Squeezing the hand that was still clasped in his own, Sam noticed how Loki used past tense when speaking of his older brother, easily hearing the pain in his voice. While it wasn't pleasant conversation it made him feel closer to Loki, more emotionally connected to the other man. While Sam didn't want to push, he found himself asking the question that was burning in his mind.

"What happened to him?"

The responding silence made Sam wonder if he pushed a bit too much, it was their first date, it was too early for this kind of conversation. When Loki answered, his voice was whispered enough Sam had to listen carefully to hear him.

"He's still alive, but… who he is now isn't the same brother who raised me. He had a lot of bad done to him, and did a lot in return. Right now, he's locked away, Mike was the one who locked him up and I don't know if he'll ever get back out. Some part of me hopes he never does, another just wants to see him again even if he hates me now."

There were so many questions Sam wanted to ask, but he knew he couldn't push any farther. Pulling on the hand that was still in his own, Sam turned to face Loki. Smiling softly, he looked down at the shorter man, his other hand coming to hold Loki's cheek before hooking fingers below his chin to tilt his head up. Moving slowly, Sam pressed his lips against the smaller man's, keeping the contact soft, reassuring. Loki pressed back after a moment, also keeping the kiss light. When they broke apart Sam smiled at Loki who smiled back before pressing their lips together again.

They stood there for a few minutes exchanging kisses before they broke apart. The rest of the trail was done in silence although they walked a bit closer than they had before, sharing space while they returned to Loki's car. Once they were both inside the car Sam could feel his nerves coming back to him in a way he wasn't expecting. He knew what Loki wanted, the shorter man had laid it out in the air before he even agreed to this date, but Sam wasn't sure what he wanted any longer. It wouldn't be the first time he slept with a man, but after their little heart to heart Sam could see himself easily wanting more than a roll in the sheets with Loki.

"Am I taking you back to your motel room?"

Glancing at the man Sam tried to read what the other was feeling. They hadn't pulled out of the parking lot yet, so Loki was looking back to him as if trying to read the same thing. While he didn't say anything, not knowing exactly what it was he was going to say, apparently, whatever Sam was feeling must have been transparent enough for Loki to pick up on it.

"Are you still going to be in town tomorrow?" asked Loki, his features seeming to relax slightly while asking the question.

"Yeah, we might be sticking around for a couple days, not sure how long exactly…"

Loki smiled and started the car before pulling out of the spot. Sam noticed they were headed the same way they came and couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed.

"Tomorrow is my day off and if you aren't too busy I would love to spend it with you Sam. You aren't leaving in the next twenty-four hours that gives us a bit more time, right?"

Nodding, Sam smiled. Now that they had a bit more time it would be nice to give this dating thing a try before jumping into bed. Normally Sam didn't have enough time before the next case and he would be leaving again. After spending the evening with Loki, Sam knew he was in for a hard fall when he did eventually leave, maybe though they would be able to work something out.

"I would like that, Dean can do a bit by himself tomorrow. What time do you want to meet up?"

"There's a carnival in town if you wanted to go tomorrow evening. I know it's not a typical date, but it could be fun if you wanted to give it a shot."

Sam laughed at the thought of going to a carnival for a date, he hadn't done that since he was in high school. He was sure once Dean found out he was going to give Sam Hell on it, but he didn't care. Loki seemed the type to be familiar with his inner child and Sam could handle spending a few hours in that mindset to get to know the man.

"Yeah, that sounds fun. So around six so we have some sunlight?"

Loki glanced away from the road for a moment to smile brightly at him, it was infectious and caused Sam to smile back without thinking. Sam was still smiling as they pulled into the parking lot of the motel next to the Impala. While it wasn't often Sam picked someone up, when he did Dean was sure to wait around in case it was something instead of someone. While they both knew Sam could take care of himself it was an unspoken rule Sam didn't bother arguing against any longer.

Turning to face Loki, Sam was surprised to find the other man had unbuckled and was already opening his door. Deciding to follow suit, Sam unbuckled and was opening his door when Loki came around to his side of the car. Before he could say anything, he found Loki's hand on the back of his head and was pulled into a kiss. Unlike the ones at the park this was pure heat. Closing his eyes, Sam pressed back against the lips assaulting his own. When he felt a slick tongue licking at his lips Sam opened his mouth and twined his tongue with the other's.

Not caring about if Dean would look out or not, Sam stood out of the car and pulled Loki flush against him. Grabbing the back of the shorter man's head, Sam groaned as Loki fought for dominance of the kiss. It wasn't often someone wanted to take the lead, even the men he had been with before seemed happy to let Sam lead in the bedroom. Sam wondered if he could convince Loki to take them back to his place, or maybe rent another room.

When they broke apart, Loki pressed butterfly kisses against Sam's lips a few times before pulling his upper half away enough so they could look at each other. Just as Sam was about to suggest they find a room he looked at the warm golden eyes watching him. While there was lust there, there was also something warmer, kinder and deeper. It wasn't love, they had just met each other after all, but there was affection and Sam wondered if he would be the only one broken by his departure in a few days.

"Figured I would give you something to think about to warm you up seeing as I wont be able to. Now Sam-a-lam, I need you to let go and get into your room before I kidnap you."

"It's not kidnaping if I go willingly."

Sam had to smirk at the groan his suggestion caused from Loki and the older man brought their lips together again. They continued kissing for a few minutes, alternating between soft and hard before Loki pulled back and rested their foreheads together while panting slightly.

"You are going to be the death of me Sammy, I swear."

It had been a long time since someone had called him Sammy and he allowed it. Pecking Loki's lips again, Sam grinned as he pulled away completely and walked towards the door. He didn't bother looking back as he pulled out the key and opened the door. When he had the door opened, Sam turned around and winked at the other man who was leaning against the now closed car door, watching as Sam made it inside. Closing the door behind him, Sam still had a smile on his face as he looked at Dean who was flicking through the channels. Absently Sam noticed the sound of Loki driving away, flopping on his bed Sam waited for Dean to start.

"Thought you would be out longer, didn't shortstack say something about you stayin' over?"

"He did, but I might have mentioned that we were sticking around for a couple more days and he seems to want to make a go of this. We're planning on going on another date tomorrow, I figure if whatever we're hunting doesn't drop another body I might be able to squeeze a third date in before we leave."

The sigh from the other side of the room was expected, and Sam tried not to let it bug him. He knew what was wrong; Sam wasn't the kind of guy to go from person to person, he wanted stability, a relationship, and in this business, it was few and far between when anyone ever really got that. He hoped though, that if things went well before they left that maybe Sam would be able to tell Loki what he did for work. One thing he was certain, Loki was in this just as much as he was.

"We're going to have to leave sometime though Sammy, you sure this is a good idea?"

"Honestly? I think it's a horrible idea, but I know for a fact I'll regret it if I don't give this, whatever this is, a try. It's already going to hurt when we leave, I might as well make it something worth being hurt over."

"Electricians don't travel as much as we do, you're going to have to come up with something better."

That caused Sam to laugh, even when he knew it was a bad idea, Dean was still willing to try to help protect him.

"No need, he already knows we're not electricians… he said interviewing him about the professor kind of gave it away. He also said he doesn't care, we promised we wouldn't lie to each other and when we can't answer a question to just say so. From what I gather he has his own secrets he's not comfortable with yet, I don't know Dean, he's different."

"I suppose it wouldn't be too hard to stop by when we have a close hunt every now and then."

It was the closest to acceptance Dean would ever get, and Sam was thankful for it. After getting ready for bed, Sam laid there for a while remembering his date. He felt as giddy as he had back in high school, but with a seriousness he had felt after his first date with Jess. Sam hoped tomorrow would be just as great, and maybe he would take Loki up on his breakfast offer, and then maybe he would see if they could try to make it work.

That night while he drifted to sleep all Sam could think about was a pair of warm golden eyes.

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