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50prompts: #13 Bittersweet
ooc: also in response to a fic request for Sam/Sarah with a dreaming prompt
They were in New Paltz, Sam realized as they pulled into a familiar motel for the night.
It had been 3 years since he and Dean had traveled through this part of the state. Now they were here after finishing a particularly tricky case and the snow was making it hard to travel the roads.
At least that's what Dean said as he got them a room and then proceeded to go find himself a bar to find some dinner, drinks, and company.
That left Sam alone to sit and watch the snow fall. Three years. So much had happened to them since the last time he had been in this town that he doubted they would be recognized. Be remembered.
That she would remember. Biting his lip, Sam went to his bag and pulled out the leather journal he kept in there and flipped through the pages until he found the photograph of him and Sarah. It had been after their first... no, second date. She had e-mailed it to him after getting the waiter to snap a picture with her phone, and it was the only thing he really had of the two of them.
So much has changed...
Without thinking, he got his jacket and went to take a walk, and his feet soon took him to her house. There were a lot of cars in the driveway, the sound of a party going on that made him stop and not want to get any closer. He didn't want to disturb her if she was with family and friends.
He did, however, circle back until he found a window to look in at the crowd of people. The room was filled with men in tuxes and women in black or red dresses. It had to be the theme of the party as the decorations matched. The room he was looking in had people dancing to a live band.
This was a life he had wanted, once upon a time. Back in Stanford with Jess, making dreams of having a huge house and parties like this. Three years later, Sam was aware he could never have this now. But it was nice to watch, like a child leaning through a banister past his bedtime to the party below.
The sound of shoes crunching in the snow snapped Sam's head up as he saw the woman in the black dress and the tossed curls that framed her face. "Excuse me, this is private property..." she started, her voice as firm and proud as he remembered it, and then she gasped when she saw his face. "... Sam?"
He smiled, rubbing his neck guiltily as he stood up. He was even taller than her now, looking down at Sarah. "I was just passing through..."
Arms wrapped around his chest instantly. So trusting him, not realizing how the man in front of her had changed. He carefully hugged her back, leaning down a bit to rest his head against hers. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too," he said softly, his arms holding her closer. Not realizing how much he missed this. Missed the gentleness.
"Come inside. You have to be freezing..."
"I'm not dressed right..."
"Have I ever cared about that?" Sarah smiled, pulling his hand to the back door. He sighed, followed with only a bit of hesitation, and then sat in the chair in the hallway while she had a servant bring him a mug of coffee. "It's been years, Sam. Wow, you've gotten..."
He smiled a bit, looking down. "Older?"
"Handsomer." She knew he was blushing and was teasing him gently. "You've lost that bit of baby face and look more like an adult. Really nice to see you again."
"I meant to write, but things kinda got crazy after we left here."
"You told me about your dad in your last e-mail. I'm sorry." She reached over and squeezed his hand. "How's Dean?"
Sam took a deep breath, then allowed the interruption of getting the coffee and warming his hands around the cup. "Dean's good. Up to his same old tricks. There was a time where it got scary with us, but it's getting better now."
"Good. And you?"
"Taking each day as they come." Which was the honest truth. "Really the only way I can with my job..."
"Sarah, honey?" A voice came from around the corner, and soon another gentleman stood at the end of the hall in his tux. He saw Sarah and came walking down, and she stood up to kiss his cheek. "I just ran into the Worthington's and was telling them about the statue in the foyer and I forgot the name of the artist, and couldn't find you to help me. They are going to learn soon that I can't tell a Picasso from a Paint by Color." He laughed, then looked down at Sam. "I didn't realize that you had company."
"It's ok, Richard. This is an old friend, Sam Winchester. He was passing through town and wanted to stop in and say hello." Sarah held out her hand to Sam. "Sam, this is Richard Hamilton. My fiancee."
"Sam Winchester. Sarah's spoken about you. It's a pleasure." Richard held out his hand, and Sam shook it in return. "I will leave you two to your talking then."
"Nice to meet you too, Richard. You take good care of her." Sam looked at Sarah, smiling a bit. "She's a special one."
"That she is." Richard watched Sam a moment, then gave Sarah a quick kiss. "Don't be long, darling, or your art friends might end up eating me alive."
"I won't. And the statue is a Rouault." Sarah watched him go, then sat back down. "Sorry about that..."
"Don't be. He seems like a good man. Congratulations."
"Thank you." Sam finished his coffee and set the cup on the table. "I should get going. I didn't mean to pull you away from your guests."
Sarah chuckled. "My friends see me all the time. They can wait a bit."
"I should also get back before my brother gets worried." He stood up, zipping his jacket back up. "I'll try to write, but I've really gotten back at keeping in touch. But you have my number."
"I'm just as bad." She looked at his thin jacket, then grabbed a red scarf from a hook by the door and wrapped it around his neck. He smiled as he smelt her perfume on the wool. "There, that should keep you a bit warmer. This is a New York winter, Sam. You'll freeze parts of your body off if you're not careful."
"I'll remember that." Sam gave her a small smile, then turned for the door. "You take care, Sarah."
He stepped out into the snow, starting on his walk when suddenly he heard his name called. He turned to see Sarah run out of the house and wrap her arms around his neck, pulling his head down for a kiss goodbye. He startled, then closed his eyes and kissed her back, his hands keeping her close for just the moment. Then she pulled away and bit her lip, pushing a piece of hair from his face. "You take care of yourself too, Sam."
"I will." He looked into her eyes and smiled. Remembering that he had been the one last time to come back for the kiss. That he had planned on coming back to see her before this. And that this was why he knew he could never be a part of this world.
Because the world always kept moving on when he wasn't there to pay attention to it.
They were in New Paltz, Sam realized as they pulled into a familiar motel for the night.
It had been 3 years since he and Dean had traveled through this part of the state. Now they were here after finishing a particularly tricky case and the snow was making it hard to travel the roads.
At least that's what Dean said as he got them a room and then proceeded to go find himself a bar to find some dinner, drinks, and company.
That left Sam alone to sit and watch the snow fall. Three years. So much had happened to them since the last time he had been in this town that he doubted they would be recognized. Be remembered.
That she would remember. Biting his lip, Sam went to his bag and pulled out the leather journal he kept in there and flipped through the pages until he found the photograph of him and Sarah. It had been after their first... no, second date. She had e-mailed it to him after getting the waiter to snap a picture with her phone, and it was the only thing he really had of the two of them.
So much has changed...
Without thinking, he got his jacket and went to take a walk, and his feet soon took him to her house. There were a lot of cars in the driveway, the sound of a party going on that made him stop and not want to get any closer. He didn't want to disturb her if she was with family and friends.
He did, however, circle back until he found a window to look in at the crowd of people. The room was filled with men in tuxes and women in black or red dresses. It had to be the theme of the party as the decorations matched. The room he was looking in had people dancing to a live band.
This was a life he had wanted, once upon a time. Back in Stanford with Jess, making dreams of having a huge house and parties like this. Three years later, Sam was aware he could never have this now. But it was nice to watch, like a child leaning through a banister past his bedtime to the party below.
The sound of shoes crunching in the snow snapped Sam's head up as he saw the woman in the black dress and the tossed curls that framed her face. "Excuse me, this is private property..." she started, her voice as firm and proud as he remembered it, and then she gasped when she saw his face. "... Sam?"
He smiled, rubbing his neck guiltily as he stood up. He was even taller than her now, looking down at Sarah. "I was just passing through..."
Arms wrapped around his chest instantly. So trusting him, not realizing how the man in front of her had changed. He carefully hugged her back, leaning down a bit to rest his head against hers. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too," he said softly, his arms holding her closer. Not realizing how much he missed this. Missed the gentleness.
"Come inside. You have to be freezing..."
"I'm not dressed right..."
"Have I ever cared about that?" Sarah smiled, pulling his hand to the back door. He sighed, followed with only a bit of hesitation, and then sat in the chair in the hallway while she had a servant bring him a mug of coffee. "It's been years, Sam. Wow, you've gotten..."
He smiled a bit, looking down. "Older?"
"Handsomer." She knew he was blushing and was teasing him gently. "You've lost that bit of baby face and look more like an adult. Really nice to see you again."
"I meant to write, but things kinda got crazy after we left here."
"You told me about your dad in your last e-mail. I'm sorry." She reached over and squeezed his hand. "How's Dean?"
Sam took a deep breath, then allowed the interruption of getting the coffee and warming his hands around the cup. "Dean's good. Up to his same old tricks. There was a time where it got scary with us, but it's getting better now."
"Good. And you?"
"Taking each day as they come." Which was the honest truth. "Really the only way I can with my job..."
"Sarah, honey?" A voice came from around the corner, and soon another gentleman stood at the end of the hall in his tux. He saw Sarah and came walking down, and she stood up to kiss his cheek. "I just ran into the Worthington's and was telling them about the statue in the foyer and I forgot the name of the artist, and couldn't find you to help me. They are going to learn soon that I can't tell a Picasso from a Paint by Color." He laughed, then looked down at Sam. "I didn't realize that you had company."
"It's ok, Richard. This is an old friend, Sam Winchester. He was passing through town and wanted to stop in and say hello." Sarah held out her hand to Sam. "Sam, this is Richard Hamilton. My fiancee."
"Sam Winchester. Sarah's spoken about you. It's a pleasure." Richard held out his hand, and Sam shook it in return. "I will leave you two to your talking then."
"Nice to meet you too, Richard. You take good care of her." Sam looked at Sarah, smiling a bit. "She's a special one."
"That she is." Richard watched Sam a moment, then gave Sarah a quick kiss. "Don't be long, darling, or your art friends might end up eating me alive."
"I won't. And the statue is a Rouault." Sarah watched him go, then sat back down. "Sorry about that..."
"Don't be. He seems like a good man. Congratulations."
"Thank you." Sam finished his coffee and set the cup on the table. "I should get going. I didn't mean to pull you away from your guests."
Sarah chuckled. "My friends see me all the time. They can wait a bit."
"I should also get back before my brother gets worried." He stood up, zipping his jacket back up. "I'll try to write, but I've really gotten back at keeping in touch. But you have my number."
"I'm just as bad." She looked at his thin jacket, then grabbed a red scarf from a hook by the door and wrapped it around his neck. He smiled as he smelt her perfume on the wool. "There, that should keep you a bit warmer. This is a New York winter, Sam. You'll freeze parts of your body off if you're not careful."
"I'll remember that." Sam gave her a small smile, then turned for the door. "You take care, Sarah."
He stepped out into the snow, starting on his walk when suddenly he heard his name called. He turned to see Sarah run out of the house and wrap her arms around his neck, pulling his head down for a kiss goodbye. He startled, then closed his eyes and kissed her back, his hands keeping her close for just the moment. Then she pulled away and bit her lip, pushing a piece of hair from his face. "You take care of yourself too, Sam."
"I will." He looked into her eyes and smiled. Remembering that he had been the one last time to come back for the kiss. That he had planned on coming back to see her before this. And that this was why he knew he could never be a part of this world.
Because the world always kept moving on when he wasn't there to pay attention to it.