"Wait so let me get this straight," Dean was pacing around the dim motel room furnished with pink and green decor with his little brother and the stranger who saved said brother's life, "You followed us all night and then broke into Baby's trunk, stole a machete and then came into a dangerous vampire nest without any help whatsoever?"
"Yeah," Ella nodded, "That about covers it,"
"You could've died!" Dean exclaimed.
"Yeah. But I didn't. And if I did lay off than the gentle giant here would be dead," Ella pointed a thumb at Sam, exhausted after her adrenaline wore off and Dean lecturing her, "So, I'll be going now. Stop by at the bar before you go. I'll be working the late shift tomorrow night,"
Ella left the motel room and left the two boys alone. Dean seemed extremely pissed off that Ella was able to track them and break into the Impala while Sam seemed oddly pleased.
"I like her," Sam nodded looking at Dean with a smile. Dean threw his hands in the air this time and collapsed onto his bed, "If you like her so much then why don't you go kiss her or something," he grunted his arm shielding his eyes. Next think he heard was the room's heavy door slamming shut and Sam's heavy steps echoing down the hall. Dean rolled his eyes and shut the light off, falling asleep.
"Hey Ella!" Sam caught the bartender right as she was starting her car. She turned and gave him a quizzical look before his lips crashed into her's for what seemed like an eternity but was really five seconds, "That's for saving me,"
Ella smiled and pulled Sam back into a kiss. They stood there entangled in each other for a minute before Ella pulled away climbing back into her car, "That's for needing to be saved,"
She drove out of the lot, waving to Sam in the mirror as he stood at the curb smiling his first genuine smile in to long. As he slowly wandered back to the room, he took note of the fact that he was suddenly caring about something since he got out of Hell. He sat back in the old desk chair with chipping paint that the motel provided and opened his laptop, the dull light illuminating his happy face. And when Dean awoke in the morning his brother still had the faintest smile planted on his face.
"Morning Sam," Dean yawned, "What're you so happy about?" Sam shrugged, realizing that he was a bit embarrassed by the reaction a simple kiss elicited from him. Dean mumbled something about chick flick moments as he walked into the bathroom, yawning again."Breakfast?" He suggested when he came out, a bead of water dripping down the side of his face.
"Sure," Sam shrugged, closing the book he had started reading when Dean woke. They headed out to the Impala in a familiar silence. Stopping at the closest diner, they ordered their food and Dean decided to start asking questions.
"So Sammy," He started, picking up his fork stabbing a piece of sausage, "How'd it go with Ella last night? I was asleep by the time you came back"
"Shut up Dean!" Sam snapped, feeling a foolish grin start to creep up on him. He picked up his orange juice and took a sip to hide it from his prying brother.
"Oh, come on Sammy!" Dean persisted, "It couldn't have been that bad,"
"It wasn't bad at all actually," Sam allowed himself a small smile before forcing a neutral look on his face.
"See now we're getting somewhere! So what? Did you get a little backseat action?" Dean smirked, the corners of his eyes crinkling the tiniest bit. He leaned towards his brother, supporting his weight his elbows.
"No. We just kissed is all," Sam could feel himself flushing feeling even more foolish.
"Really!?" Dean was incredulous, "So you're on cloud nine over a kiss? What are you twelve?"
"Whatever. I guess it is stupid," Sam muttered into his glass, poking at the muffin he got with a fork.
"No, that's not what I meant Sammy," Dean could tell that his brother was feeling stupid, "I was just surprised. This is just the emotive you've been since the cage. And all over one kiss,"
"Mhm," Sam grunted, effectively stopping the conversation.
But later that night Dean couldn't help but bring it up again.
"So what are you going to wear on your date little brother?" Dean teased Sam as ten started to roll around.
"What date?" Sam looked up from the thick leather bound book he was flipping through to gaze at his brother curiously.
"You know with Ella at the bar?" Dean smirked as Sam realized what he was talking about.
"That isn't a date, it was inviting us to the bar before we leave town. While she is working," Sam rolled his eyes but really he had been thinking about going to the bar later.
"Whatever you say, Sammy," Dean smiled widely and leaned back against the headboard of his bed. And he stayed there until Sam stood up and announced they should head to the bar.
"Oooh, eager are we Sammy?" Dean teased, but followed suit as Sam shrugged on his coat and left the room. Again they drove in silence, except for the soft notes flitting through the radio. When they pulled into the parking lot of the bar Sam furrowed his brow at the flipping in his stomach. It felt as though someone was squeezing it until he couldn't breath and that a whale was jumping from the water in there.
"Coming Sammy?" Dean stood in front of car watching as Sam didn't move to get out, but instead made a weird face at his stomach. That seemed to jolt him out of whatever thought he was lost in, because he quickly jumped out of the Impala and joined his brother, his hands shoved roughly into his jacket. As the two walked in they were able to focus more on their surroundings than before. The bar had a few booths lined against the back and side wall, under an array of purple lights. With two pool tables in the middle of the floor, maybe fifteen feet from each other the rest of it was filled with tables and chairs. And to finish it all off there was a bright red neon sign that read 'Red Fang' on the opposite wall to the door.
"Wow, nice decor," Dean muttered as they headed to the actual bar and sat on two of the stools lining it.
"Sam! Dean!" A voice called, when they turned they saw Ella smiling at them, "Glad you came,"
"Of course," Dean flashed her a grin, "Sammy here wouldn't miss your second date for the world,"
Sam flushed a bright red as Ella gave a short laugh, "So I guess last night's spontaneous declaration of whatever the hell you were trying to say was our first date?"
"I guess you could say that," Sam smiled, feeling oddly out of his league, and even though you couldn't tell Ella had the same feelings rushing through her mind.
"Well, pretty good as far as first dates go," Ella laughed, and Sam could feel himself loosen up. For the rest of the night they talked about nothing and everything, laughing and crying (okay not really but that sounded better). And when Dean finally said they should leave everyone didn't really want it to happen.