The second time he had met her, his brothers had brought him with them to a place called "The Roadhouse." He went in ahead of them, quickly taking a seat at the bar and ignoring their bickering as he ordered himself a beer—in the short time that he had known them, he had come to understand that it was a usual occurrence, and rarely ever anything too serious. It hasn't taken him very long to figure out that to them 'Bitch' or 'Jerk' was as good as an 'I love you, bro'.
"Are you old enough to drink?"
His attention was drawn away from his squabbling brothers, and back to the bar—or to be more exact, to the blonde haired girl leaning over the bar top, observing him with large round eyes, and a playful smile on her lips.
"..Almost" he shot her a tiny half grin and leaned forward to whisper, "but I won't tell if you won't."
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They spent the rest of his time there sitting on the steps outside, looking up at the cloudy night sky, drinking beers, and sharing stories. He told her about his first hunt with his brothers, the one he had been on not too long ago, admitted to her that he had been scared shitless at the time, and she teased him, and told him about the many hunts that she'd been on.
He listened to her stories, ignoring the familiar warmth he felt enveloping his cheeks as she huddled against his side, resting her head against his shoulder.
He told himself it was just the alcohol, and took another sip.
x-x-x-x
Adam expertly hid his disappointment when his two brothers finally came outside to retrieve him, and settled into the back seat of the impala. He turned his head, to look out the side window, for one final glance at the roadhouse—at Jo, before both were out of sight.
His eyes then darted ahead, to the rear-view mirror, before quickly looking away, adverting themselves from Sam's knowing gaze.