A/N I still don't own Supernatural, in fact, Eric Kripke is getting really pissed off at me asking him for the rights, so I guess I have to stop asking before I get an injunction order against me!! Why are men so stubborn?!?!
Sorry for the short chapters, while i was writting the last few I was moving house so when I had to do something I would save what I had and start up new chapters, which is why the updates have been slow and you now have had loads thrown at you, like a chapter avalanche!!
Thanks for your patience by the way guys, and my two girlie's who have followed the adventures of Darcy and Sam from the start, you know who you are.
Chapter Thirteen.
Sam had put everything away where it needed to be put and made his way up to his room with the neon pink weekend bag. Upon entering his room, he found a sleeping Darcy tucked up on his bed wearing his t-shirt and boxers. She looked so vulnerable and pale in the hospital bed but now it was nice to see her curled up like she usually did, in clothes and not a hospital gown.
He placed the bag on the floor and left the room silently so not to disturb her.
Making his way down stairs, avoiding the creaky step at all costs, Sam replayed the plan out in his head. It was three now, so if he spread out the soft blanket on the living room floor and scattered the cushions on it, then placed the candles in position ready for lighting later, put the movies beside the t.v and put the flowers in a jug on the coffee table along with the beer and pastries, then shower and change, by five everything should be ready.
Sounds like a good plan, he thought to himself, preparing the room for the evening ahead. He was dissapointed that the house had no vase for the roses or any hidden cellar of wine, and also that he could not afford the item that he wanted from the old jewelry store, but these things were just trivial. One day he would have his perfect evening with all these flaws no where in sight. For now, this would do.
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Darcy woke up to the sound of the shower. There was something solid yet soft at her feet. She looked to see her all to familiar bag, and smiled to herself.
Quickyl unpacking, she saw Sam had taken in to consideration that she might want her favourite perfume. Luckily there was lip gloss and mascara in the side pocket already, and her bag form last night had some foundation in it.
Putting on clean underwear and clothes, she brushed her hair, sprayed her perfume and went over to the mirror and put on a little make up. She found last nights bag beside the door, so she picked it up and took out her compact and put some foundation on her cheeks, just to add a bit of evening cover up. She didn't look too bad.
That was when she noticed.
The clothes she was wearing were the ones she had worn when the two of them went out bowling, she smiled to herself and walked toward the bathroom door and knocked.
"Darcy, that you?" Sam's voice was muffled by the water and wooden door.
"Nope, it's the tooth fairy. Got anything for me?" She smiled as she heard his soft laugh.
"Not for you, but if you see my girlfriend could you please tell her that she has to pick what food she wants from the menus on the top stair and not go down stairs?"
Darcy giggled.
"Sure I'll tell her. But can I go down stairs? I'm thirsty."
"Nope. You'll just have to wait." The shower stopped and a few moments later, Sam opened the door, he was stadning there in a towel, drippping wet with steam escaping from the door way.
Darcy stood there and gazed at his tall and lean body. He was getting muscles, not much, but enough to be very sexy and warrant her considering demanding he remain shirtless for their time together.
"Hey." He said, bringing her out of her trance.
"Hey yourself. Since when did you get all muscular?" She asked running her hands down his wet and solid torso.
"Since I found weights at Bobby's and asked if I could borrow a few."
"You look good Sammy." She lent up on her tip toes and kissed him.
"I have to try, epsecially when I have you around. Can't be shirtless and porky." They both laughed.
"Go pick what food you want and I'll get dressed."
Darcy did as she was told and sat on the top step choosing from the many menus of the take out places in town.
There was Indian, Chinnese, Italian and good old American burgers to choose from.
Darcy thought long and hard. Maybe Sam wanted burgers, or maybe romance was on the agenda, after all, he had said not to go downstairs hadn't he?
Sam crept up behind her, squatted down and kissed her head.
"Found something you like?" He asked.
Darcy shook her head.
"You choose Sam."
He placed his arms around her.
"How about Italian, the chicken lasagna sounds nice."
Darcy smiled, she loved chicken lasagna.
"Sure. Do you want me to g out and get it?" She asked, the both of them standing up.
"Nope, they deliver. What do you want to drink?" He asked.
"Still not letting me go down stairs?" She asked.
"Nope, not until the food gets here." He smiled a devilish grin, he knew something she didn't, and it annoyed her a bit. Not too keen on surprises.
"How bout a coke." She said.
"Sure, one coke coming right up. I'll order the food too." Sam made his way down the stairs, using the portable phone to call in his order, they even asked if he wanted wine or beer so he settled for a small bottle of chardonnay and paid with one of his fathers many credit cards under the most stupid name of -Smith. He hated the scams his father used, but if it meant some sort of money and food and a roof over their heads, he could ease up on them a little.
He Poured two cokes and made his way upstairs.
Darcy was sat on the top stair waiting for him.
"Still sat there?" He raised his eyebrows and handed her a coke, smiling.
"I want to know what the big secret is!" She smiled, hoping he would tell her.
"You can't find out for another ten minutes. That's when the food gets here. And then you have to wait until I've dished it out before you can come down."
Darcy gave him the angriest look she could, trying to look like she was grumpy and annoyed, but it didn't work because a huge smile made its way across her face.
"You hate surprises then?" Sam asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"Yeah I do. Every Christmas and birthday is always the same, Sarah has to keep my presents at her office until a few hours before I'm meant to open them because I snoop and tear the corners of the parcels."
Sam smiled at the thought of Darcy snooping and trying to guess what her presents are sat under a big Christmas tree.
"What about you Sam?" She asked him, "Do you like surprises?"
Sam shrugged his shoulders.
"I've never really had to, we never do the whole present giving thing."
Darcy looked at him with sad eyes.
"Well, this Christmas will be different. I'll surprise you." She smiled at hims and kissed his forehead.
"I've got something to tell you." Sam said, taking her hand in his.
"What?" Darcy asked, worried it might be to do with the night that he never went back to her fathers house.
"I got a job. I start Monday after school." He smiled, proud to have finally gotten himself his first ever employment.
"That's great Sam!" Darcy was so pleased for him. "Where?"
"The video store. It's Mondays after school and Saturdays, so when you go back to work at the stables I won't be bored. Plus I can save up for a car."
Darcy squealed with delight and hugged Sam, they were so happy, nothing could or would ever break their happiness or love. But little did they know they would be proven wrong not too far in to the future.
They hugged and kissed and chatted about what they could save up for and how excited she was for him, when the doorbell went.
"That's dinner. Stay here ok, and don't come down until I say." Sam instructed. And much to Darcy's surprise, she found herself nodding.
Sam went downstairs to open the door. Even though she was eager to know what was planned, she wanted to keep Sam happy and wouldn't go down until he said to.
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Sam took the food from the delivery girl and served it up on to two plates and grabbed knives and forks and placed the plates on the coffee table with two tall glasses and set light to the candles he had scattered all around the room and switched on the t.v set and put on Darcy's favourite move, The Princess Bride and called her to come down.
As Darcy walked in to the room she gasped and her mouth was open in shock.
"Sam, this is amazing." She finally was able to speak, and gave him a big smile and went over to where he was standing and hugged him tightly.
"You did this for me?" She asked.
"No, I did it for the toothfairy!" He joked, kissing her sofy lips, tasting her peach gloss.
"Lets eat." He said to her sitting on the floor. Darcy copied and sat next to him and he handed her a plate.
"Wine or beer?" He asked.
"Oh definatley wine!" She smiled, taking a bit of her food, it was delicious.
Sam poured two glasses of wine and placed them on the small table infront of where they were sitting. Darcy's eyes wandered around the room. It looked so different now with the candles and roses. Sam had obviously gone all out and she smiled.
"Thank you." She said.
"Don't thank me, it's the least I could do." He smiled at her and began to eat.
They ate and watched the film in silence, when thye had finished, Sam took the dishes and places them in the water he had filled the sink with earlier so the plates could soak, and went back to where Darcy was and wrapped his arms around her.
"I like how they made it through the fire swamp, those rats where huge!" He said, taking in her smell of perfume.
"I like the part where William outsmarted the Spaniard on top of the cliff. That was just pure brains!" She smiled. Tonight was perfect and she couldn't ask for anything more.
The pair cuddled and laughed throughout the duration of the film and both were equally pleased when Prince Humperdink came to his end.
"Sam that was just perfect." Darcy said as she took the video out of the machine.
"It gets better." He said, putting the copy of another one of Darcys favourite videos, The Never Ending Story.
"How can it get any better? Unless you're going to pull out a set of keys to a Harley and ride us off in to the sun set?"She asked, smiling.
Sam sat down next to her and pulled out the small black velvet box which had been in his pocket all evening.
"It's not much, and I know we're only in high school, but I got this for you. It's a promise ring." He said, opening the box and showing her.
It was a delicate gold band with silver ivy intricaltey detailed in to the gold, and there were rubies evenly spaced in the design.
"You don't have to wear it on THAT finger" He explained, "But it's just to say I love you."
Darcy's eyes began to water slightly.
"It's beautiful Sam." She said, looking at him. "You didn't have tospend any money, you know I love you and I know you love me." She kissed his cheek.
"I know, but I wanted too, and it isn't much. Do you like it?"
"I love it."
Sam placed it on the fourth finger of her right hand, it was a little big, so Darcy took it off and placed it on her third finger of her left hand and it was a perfect fit.
"I love you Sam." SHe said, kissing him.
"I love you too."
"Maybe we should skip the film?" She whispered in his ear before kissing his neck.
"Maybe we should." He replied, stadning up and taking her hand. Darcy stood up and started to blow out the candels, Sam switched off the T.v and lead her upstairs.