Disclaimer: I do now own Sam or Dean or the show Supernatural. I do own the character of Peyton. NOT a One Tree Hill crossover. I just love the name.

After a minute or two of teasing from Dean, Sam followed Peyton to her room. Just has he expected the door was closed. He could hear the music she was playing. A smile appeared when Sam heard her sing completely off cue and those weren't the words to the song she was playing.

Peyton sat in her room with her knees pulled up and toes curled in the blankets. Her journal balanced on her knees. Writing was her escape from reality of the world around her. She looked up briefly at the sound of knocking.

"Come in." She called out thinking it was Ellen since Jo never knocked. She went back to her writing. Peyton heard the door open but no one came in. She peered over her journal to see Sam leaning in her doorway. Embarrassment seared though her again. "May I help you?" Peyton asked trying to hide how frazzled she was.

"So you like me?" Sam shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels. Peyton sunk deeper into her bed and covered her face with her journal. "It's alright. I know how irresistible I am." Sam joked with her. Peyton threw her journal to the side and sat back up.

"Can we try to be mature about this? I like you OK. No need to make a big deal about it." She patted her bed to invite Sam to sit down.

"Your right. It's not a big deal." Sam looked around the room. It was neat and organized.

"Not a big deal! It's a huge deal! Do you have any idea how embarrassed I am that you know?" Peyton shrieked jumping up from her bed. "You were suppose to be the boy I wrote about in my journal. The boy I secretly pined for while he was completely oblivious to my feelings. Who's going to be that boy now!" Sam watched in amusement as she yelled at him.

"There's no need to be embarrassed. I find it charming." Sam tried to reassure her.

"Charming! Yea that's what every girl wants to hear." Peyton started to reorganize her stuff on the dresser.

"I like you too." Sam interrupted her before she could continue.

"No, don't tell me what I want to hear." Peyton turned to face him then turned back around.

"Are you always this difficult?" Sam turned her around to face him. "I like you too." He buried his eyes into hers.

"Well if you insist." She smiled at him. Sam laughed.

"I insist."

"So what now?" Peyton asked shrugging off his hands.

"I think I owe you a date now." Sam looked at her nervously when she didn't answer right away. She looked like she was contemplating the idea.

"Sounds perfect. Pick me up at eight. I have the night off." Peyton shoved him out of the room so she could get ready.

Peyton gave herself a once over when there was knocking at her door. She straightened her denim skirt and gave her tank top a quick tug. A quick check of the make-up and hair and she was ready. She breathed deep before swinging her door open. Sam stood on the other side in a simple pair of jeans and a blue button down shirt.

"You ready?" He asked scanning her body. She was doing the same to his.

"Yup."

The restaurant wasn't elegant by any means but Peyton made her point clear that she hated all that fancy stuff anyways. This was a place where you could sit back and relax. It was only a mile from the Roadhouse so they walked down. It gave them a better chance to get to know each other better. Plus it was a total bonus that you could do Karaoke on certain nights. Luckily it was one of those nights. Peyton and Sam laughed as one after another people went up and make complete fools of themselves.

"I'm going to go get us some more drinks." Peyton stood up and grabbed the glasses. As the bartender re-filled the drinks she turned to look at Sam. She scowled when she saw a blonde hovering over him. Upon grabbing the drinks she stomped back over to the table to tell that bitch to stay away from her man.

"No, let me give you my number." Peyton felt her jaw slack. Maybe she was just an old friend. Peyton hated when she jumped to conclusions to quickly. She was slowly teaching herself to be more patient and give people the benefit of the doubt.

"But you're here with another girl." The blonde slurred at bit. Peyton rolled her eyes at her drunken state.

"No, she's just a friend." That was the breaking point. Peyton cleared her throat loudly to announce herself. The blonde turned to meet Peyton's glare. She mumbled an apology before stumbling away. Sam grimaced at the realization at what had just happened. That was so unlike it him that it almost scared him.

"I didn't mean it how it sounded. I just meant…" He tried to explain. Peyton felt tears begin to form. She was not going to cry, she just wasn't.

"Save it." She threw the drinks on to the table completely spilling both of them. She snatched her purse from the floor. "Your lucky we walked because I would so leave your ass here." She scurried from the restaurant before breaking out into a run.

Everyone's head pointed to the entrance when the Roadhouse door flew open with such force it knocked the dartboard from the wall.

"Your brother SUCKS!" Peyton yelled at Dean. Sam followed a few seconds later.

"Peyton, I'm sorry." His response was a shoe flying past his head. "Just listen to me." Another shoe. She stormed off. Sam cringed at the sound of a slamming door.

"What did you do?" Dean asked walking up to Sam.

"Gave another girl my number." Sam said sheepishly.

"Oh Sammy! That is a big no-no." Dean said.

"You think." Sam said sarcastically holding up Peyton's shoes.

"Your lucky you only got the shoes." Jo said walking by with a tray of beers. Sam glared at her.

"I'm going to try at talk to her."

Peyton opened her bedroom door to see Sam sprawled out in front of it. Poor sap had spent the entire night trying to convince her to come out and talk to him. She thought he finally gave up and went to bed. Peyton gave Sam a harsh shove in the shoulder with her foot. Sam stirred a bit and mumbled something she couldn't understand.

"Get up." She gave him another shove. Sam shot up. Peyton tried her best to stay mad at him but was finding it hard with that bed head.

"Please just listen to me." Sam picked up where he left off last night before he fell asleep.

"No." Peyton went to walk away but Sam grabbed her wrist. He pulled her down with him so she kind of half sat in his lap.

"What I did last night was wrong and I can't apologize enough for that. It's just that I'm not used to this whole dating thing."

Peyton scoffed. "Well you don't hand out your number to slut blondes, that's for sure." She tried to get up but Sam pulled her back down.

"Dean must be rubbing off on me." He tried to joke his way out of it. Peyton scowled at him. "Please just believe how sorry I am. Peyton please." She felt hot tears begin to sting her eyes.

"No." She pushed Sam away and scrambled to her feet. "Your not sorry."

"Yes I am." Sam stood and blocked her from running away. He tried to meet her gaze but Peyton kept averting her eyes.

"No, you can't be. Guys are never sorry. They just say they are so you will stop being mad at them." Tears fell slowly down her cheeks. Sam cocked his head a bit "I'm sorry I didn't mean to. I'm sorry baby. I will never do that again. I'm sorry. I promise to never hurt you like that again. I'm sorry. I promise that was my last time." Sam realized she was talking about her father.

"I realize that you think that all guys lie but believe me when I say that I really am sorry." Sam took her shoulders to keep her from side stepping him.

'No, no you don't mean that." Peyton tried to push him away again but Sam was stronger.

"I do! I am man enough to admit that I was an ass last night."

"You can say that again." Peyton mumbled.

"I was an ass last night." She cracked a smile. Peyton knew that Sam meant every word he said. He was the only guy that looked her in the eye when he apologized. Sam noticed her soften up a bit. He took her face in his hands to wipe off stray tears with his thumbs. "My God. Your even beautiful when you cry." He whispered huskily to her leaning closer. Peyton's lips tingled in anticipation to taste him. Sam's lips landed softly on hers. Peyton wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her closer by the waist. Sam deepened the kiss backing her against the wall. They broke apart resting there foreheads together.

"Promise not to break my heart again."

"I will do my best." Sam connected his lips with her lips again.

A/N: Well you know the drill Review!