So, something I wrote a bit ago. It has no timeline in regards to Supernatural at the moment (especially since I haven’t caught up with the series yet). It’s just a moment that could or could not happen. 🙂
title: Detour from Destiny
author:
spoilers: none
rating: PG
pairing: Sam/Girl
summary: Sam’s alone in a bar and meets a woman. Nothing too supernatural going on except he tells her his name is Dean.
She took the seat opposite him, not even a smile on her rather pretty face. He stared at her for a moment.
“Buy me a beer,” she said.
He cocked an eyebrow. Who the hell did she think she was? He frowned. But even in this moment of despair, he was the gentleman. He gestured at the bartender, who nodded and brought over another bottle.
“Thanks.” Still no smile, but perhaps a little amusement behind the light brown eyes. She brought the bottle to her lips, gave it a little lick, then took a long drink. She placed the bottle close to his.
He swallowed, then took another very healthy swig of his own beer. He was feeling antsy for some reason. Why couldn’t he take his eyes off of her?
“What’s your name?” She asked.
Sam. It was on the tip of his tongue to say it but something strange took over and instead he replied, “Dean.”
“Dean.” She studied him with those golden brown eyes of hers. Then she smiled. “And what do you, Dean?”
“In an hour or so, you,” he replied without thinking. Hell, wouldn’t his brother say something like that? And if he was going to use his brother’s name, Sam figured on using some of his bravado too. So he tried not to care about the woman’s reaction.
“Oh my,” she said softly. She took another swig of her beer, her eyes never leaving his. “You sound so sure, Dean. How can you be so sure?”
Sam almost regretted not telling her his own name. She seemed to caress the name in her mouth before release and he wouldn’t mind hearing his name said so seductively.
He grinned, not quite feeling like himself. “You haven’t walked away yet.”
“Maybe I’m just curious about your plan of action. You do have a plan, don’t you Dean?” She smiled.
Beautiful, he realized. She was beautiful. And did he have a plan? He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He had an hour. “I always have a plan.”
She gave a little laugh as she drank just a bit more.
“What’s your name?” He finally asked.
“Sam.”
And he thought he was caught. She knew his name? Who was she? What the hell–? Then he realized that her name was Sam. He tried not to choke. “And what do you do, Sam?” Yeah, that came out smooth.
“In an hour or so, you,” she smiled.
He liked this game they were playing. He let his eyes play over her face and then a bit down. She had a low cut blouse on. Nothing too showy but leaning in the way she was, he had a view. A nice view.
“Green is pretty color on you,” he commented, letting his eyes slowly rise to meet hers.
Amusement again in the golden brown. “Well thank you, Dean.”
Everytime his brother’s name sighed from her lips, Sam cursed himself for not telling her his real name. Then again, how weird would it have been to be two Sams talking to each other in a bar? He tried not to laugh at himself at his train of thought.
“So Sam, what brings you to this fine establishment?”
She shrugged. “I’m taking a detour from destiny.”
He smiled. “Interesting way to put it.”
“I’m interesting in that way,” she winked. “What about you? What brings you here?”
“The end of the day,” he smiled. “Or the beginning of night? Take your pick.”
She was thoughtful for a moment. “I think I’ll take beginning of night. Sounds more promising.” She brought the bottle to her lips again, then slowly downed the rest of her beer. When she finished, she slid the bottle next to his and waited.
“I’ve got a room not too far from here,” she said softly. “If you’d care to join me.”
Sam stood up, took a final swig of his beer, and dropped some money on the bar next to their empty bottles.
“Lead on, Miss Sam,” he smiled.
He followed her out the door and almost knocked her over when she stopped and turned around.
“Dean?” She looked up at him with very wide eyes.
“Yes Sam?”
“Kiss me,” she commanded quietly.
He didn’t need for her to ask again. He leaned down as she tipped her chin up. Their lips met almost shyly, then her lips parted beneath his and he tasted the warmth of her mouth. Beer and something spicy, he noted fleetingly. She had sweet, full lips and he knew he could lose himself in her. If just for a moment.
She pulled away and he watched her slowly open her eyes. A ghost of a smile curved her lips and she turned around without a word. He followed her, trying not to think too much about what he would be doing within the hour.
