Title: Strangers In A Bar
Author: crimsonredmagic
Fandom: One Tree Hill/Supernatural
Prompt: (43) Strangers
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester/Haley James Scott
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1129
Warnings: Contains allusions to sexual situations and maybe a little coarse language.
Divorced at twenty two isn't exactly how you pictured yourself the day you said I do to Nathan but then again you'd never imagined you come home from work to find your husband screwing the nanny either. So you took your son and you dropped him with his Aunty Brooke and then you went back home and did the only thing you could do, you ended your marriage.
A month later, the papers are freshly signed and Brooke decided you needed to do something to keep your mind off things, so you got all dressed up and Brooke and you headed out of town to a small bar she'd found on one of her adventures she'd had as a teenage party queen.
It doesn't look like the kind of place you'd imagine Brooke frequenting, it's quiet and rustic and the clientele mainly keep to themselves so you're shocked to find that Brooke has been there enough times that the bartender knows her name and there's a drink named after her on the chalkboard.
Your eyes drift around the room as you take in the other customers, an elderly couple, the type you were once certain Nathan and you would become are sitting in the corner, the silver haired gentleman smiling at his beaming lady love.
There's a group of four men standing at the green velvet covered pool table, workmen you think, probably ducked in to the bar to unwind after a hard day at work before heading home to their wives or girlfriends.
By the jukebox sits a woman, middle aged, worn looking, her eyes trained on her glass and her body language screaming she doesn't want to be bothered. You wonder briefly if that will one day be your fate, if the worn looking woman is you in ten or fifteen years time but the thought is so depressing that you averts your eyes as soon as the stray musing filters through your head.
Your gaze lands on the bar, on a man, probably not that much older than yourself, wearing blue jeans and a dusty brown coat. You can tell he's tall, even though he's sitting on a barstool you can see that he'd tower over you, maybe even tower over Nathan.
He looks up briefly and his eyes lock with yours, they're brown, a deep brown and you're momentarily stunned by the emotions plainly swirling through them. You look away, embarrassed to be caught so blatantly staring, Brooke returns to the table and hands you a drink and when you look back up at the brown haired man he isn't looking your way any longer.
But you continue to steal glances anyway, all the while talking with your friend and trying to forget the reason you're in the bar to begin with.
You should be at home, grading papers or spending time with your son because you still haven't fully explained to Jaime that Mommy and Daddy won't be living together anymore, you keep putting that particular conversation off and though you love her dearly you're not sure spending Friday night out getting drunk with Brooke is exactly the kind of therapy you need right now, but then again Brooke knows a thing or two about heartache so maybe you shouldn't be questioning her remedy.
You probably shouldn't be showing so much interest in the brown haired stranger sitting across the room either but he's sitting at the bar and he looks so sad and lost that something inside of you aches for him, so you're only halfway surprised that two 'Brooke Specials' later when Brooke makes her way over to the guys near the pool table you find yourself taking a seat next to him and asking his name.
He tells her it's Sam. Three letters, a strong name and nowhere near sounding anything like the name Nathan which makes her like him immediately.
He's easy to talk to and he really listens when you speak so you find yourself talking about things you would rarely talk about with anybody else and he tells you things too.
He knows pain and he knows loss as if they were close intimate friends of his and you begin to see why the look of melancholy is always present in his eyes even when he smiles.
You don't think you're very drunk, only enough to make you feel warm and glowy inside and Sam appears not even to be at that level, in fact if you hadn't of seen him drink at least three beers with your own eyes you'd be hard pressed to believe he'd drunk anything at all.
Shock flickers through his eyes for a brief second when you suggest going back to his hotel room, probably because of the uncertain way in which you spoke, it's plainly obvious you're not the kind of girl that suggests things like that often.
You've never been the forward type, but apparently you're starting to be now.
He says yes though and before you know it you're being led out of the bar by a firm hand clasping your own. You turn a little wave goodbye to Brooke who's perched on the side of the pool table chatting animatedly with one of the better looking men in the group you'd spotted earlier.
As you catch her eye she grins that grin of hers, the one where it shows off her dimples to their full effect and waves back at you. You can't be sure but you think maybe she may have just winked at you too.
It's not until you're inside his hotel room that you experience a brief flicker of doubt. As he pushes you gently against one of the walls you wonder if you can really go through with this.
But then your mind goes blank because when he lifts you off the ground his arms are strong and they feel safe and when he kisses you there's an urgency in the way his tongue runs along your bottom lip that tells you his entire focus is at this moment only on you.
So you forget all your insecurities, you forget that the only man you've ever been with is your ex-husband, you forget that you hadn't seemed to be enough for him in the end and all you do is wrap your legs around Sam's waist and let yourself just feel.
Because it's been so long since you've felt anywhere near as alive as you do right now and you want to make sure that you enjoy every second of it.
Somehow it doesn't matter that you're basically strangers who met in a bar and that in the morning you'll probably never hear from him again.
All that matters is that for tonight you connect.