Chapter 7

When they got out of the grocery store, Priestly took Sam towards a van with many stickers. The younger couldn't prevent himself from smiling when he saw the different sentences written on the stickers. Priestly opened the door and let Sam get in the car before closing it and settling too. However he didn't start the engine. Instead, he waited, his eyes on his hands, worrying Sam. Indeed, the latter watched him, wondering what the man was thinking. He just hoped he wasn't changing his mind.

Suddenly green eyes met his own eyes and he opened them wide when he saw something he had never seen before. He couldn't say what it was but he knew this something affected him. His heart beat and his breath came faster. He tried to control himself so that Priestly didn't notice.

"I thought we could go to the beach," the older said. "But it's what you want. I just want to know you better. We can go wherever you want." The young Winchester smiled. He was delighted the man didn't change his mind and even proposed to go somewhere else to know him.

"I would love to go to the beach," he answered and didn't regret these words when he saw Priestly smiling as if he just received an awesome present. The latter started his car and drove. The road until the beach was peaceful. Sam was glad by this fact, he felt himself calm down. He knew he was safe with Priestly, even though he didn't really know him. It just was a feeling he had, a feeling who told him he could trust the cook.

They eventually arrived to the beach and the driver parked his car. They got out and Priestly took Sam toward a place calmer of the beach. He wanted to manage to talk with Sam without being afraid of being disturbed. They took off their shoes and hold them in their hands while they started to walk. They talked about many things, their likes and dislikes, their hobbies, their wants, etc… They also talked about their families but the older could notice Sam seemed ill-at-ease with this subject. Thinking something bad had happened between him and his family, he decided to change the subject.

Suddenly Priestly felt Sam take shyly his hand. He looked at him and smiled at him in order to reassure him, to show him he wasn't against this gesture. They continued to talk when suddenly somebody yelled behind them.

"Hey ! We don't accept freaks ! So leave before we make you leave." Sam and Priestly stopped, tense, and turned around to see the person who had talked. It was a man with his buddies and all of them looked at them disgusted. The man who had spoken was very tall and had small and brown hair and green eyes. He wore on his face a mocking smile.

"Why would we leave ? You don't own this beach so we have the right to walk here if we want," Priestly protested, fists clenched.

"Listen freak, it's our last warning. Leave this place or you wish you didn't do what we had asked. I wouldn't like to beat such a beautiful face." Snickers resounded among the group. Priestly made a step toward the man who made fun of him but a warm hand put on his arm stopped him. He then looked at Sam who watched him begging him to not to listen to the man with his eyes.

"Please, Pries, I don't want troubles. Can we go somewhere else ?" The cook sighed, he couldn't resist Sam's puppy eyes. It was impossible.

"Alright. Come on." He pulled Sam with him and took them away from the beach where they clearly weren't wanted. They continued to walk until the car. Priestly sighed and turned toward Sam.

"I'm sorry, Sam, I didn't think…" The younger smiled in order to reassure him.

"Hey, it's not your fault, you couldn't predict there will be homophobic idiots. And then, I wanted to tell you I'm hungry."

"Oh ! And where do you want to go ?"

"I don't know. As you want to go." Priestly smiled, he had a small idea in the mind. He just hoped there where he will take the woung man would please him.

"I have an idea. It's a restaurant not expensive but what they serve is really delicious."

"Ok. I trust you." Priestly felt his heart beat faster at these words. He didn't know why but he was happy to hear that. But a little voice in his head couldn't prevent itself from saying 'maybe he just says that to joke. He doesn't really trust you because he barely know you.' Ignoring this voice, he opened the door in order to let Sam get in the car and took his place.

The time went by quickly and by the end of the evening, Priestly wished he could stop the time. He wanted so much to stay with Sam, to not to let him leave. He had told him he would take him away from this so-called boyfriend who seemed to have fun beating him. Sam had not told him what had happened but he had noticed the young man sometimes was incomfortable and in pain. He was sad to see that, especially because he wondered how somebody could hurt such an amazing man as Sam. The latter was so nice and funny. It was a pleasure to talk with him. Besides he had accepted him in spite of his physical appearance, which had not happened for a long time. It was so great to be accepted by a person who was not a friend, a person that he loved very much.

Yes, in spite of the little time they spent together, Priestly already could see he loved Sam and he was falling in love with him. He just hoped the feeling was mutual.

So when it was the end of the evening and they were in the van, the cook decided to ask something to Sam, in spite of his fear to be rejected.

"Sam." The younger turned toward him smiling.

"Yeah ?" Priestly swallowed and breathed in in order to have the courage of asking what he wanted since the beginning of the day.

"Do you want to… to stay at my home tonight ?" He lowered the head, not wanting to see rejection in Sam's eyes. For a moment, no one said something. Then Sam smiled and took Priestly's hands to make him look at him.

"Yes, I would like that." Priestly then smiled. He started the van and drave, happy.