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Once Sam was pretty sure that Brenda wasn't going to kill him or his brother in the immediate future, he stepped outside the room to get a bit of fresh air and let the two of them talk.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out. His calender was reminding him to text his location to Allison, who would be on her way down to meet him by now. Quickly he sent her the name of the motel and the street by text message.

Text me when you get here and I'll show you what room we're in. See You Soon - Sam

He then went back to the office and got that second room, asking to leave an empty room between his and his brothers. There were things Sam had long ago deemed that he didn't want to wake up to, and his brother's sex grunting was high on that list.

Slipping a note under Dean's door about where he was going, he went into the room and sat on the bed. He turned the tv on, watching some dance movie on TNT while he waited.

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He shrugged. "Been a lot of work. Had a few scary days but we moved past them. Nothing else really to tell."

"How have you been doing? That doctor, House, he been bugging you?"

"Well atleast you're okay, I'm glad of that." She smiled at him, even tough she didn't know what he did for a living, she was glad he ended up okay either way.

"I have been better, but I am good now. Had a rough Christmas, lots of people died in the ER because of what they did to themselves. Christmas time has one of the higher rate of suicides of the year. So I just had a rough time. House? Bugging me? That's not even a question, he does all the time and it won't change, so I just ignore it."

"I've heard that Christmas is a high suicide rate. Valentine's day too. That... kinda sucks."

Sam opened his club sandwich and took a bit. "But at least it's over with, right?"

"Yeah, but I should be used to it I guess...although I suppose I shouldn't, I mean you can't get used to something like that."

She took another drink of her beer and then took a bite of her sandwich, nodding to his question. "I'm glad I'm here."

"I'm glad you're here too. I'm not big on gambling, and Dean isn't big on shows, so we tend to just not have anything that we can do here together."

"Sounds like you and your brother have very different tastes as to what is fun. So what do you have in common?"

"There are days I actually wonder that myself," Sam said with a smile as he ate one of his fries.

She laughed at that and understood completely what he meant, her family was the same way, she sometimes wondered what they actually had in common.

She stole one of his fries and said "Thanks for getting dinner."

What is it with women who like to deprive him of his fries?!

"It wasn't a problem. You looked tired, so it was the least I could so after asking you to drive out this way."

She smiled at him and took another fry. She was flirting and she knew it, but tonight she didn't care.

"It's not like you forced me to drive out here, I did have a choice."

"I know you did. All the more reason to offer to get the food in thanks."

He held up his spork in defense of his fries.

"okay I'll let it go."

She laughed softly at his defense of the fries, she stole one last one quick and went back to eating her own food.

He made a half-hearted attempt to stab her, but really, it's a spork. Not going to do much damage anyway.

"So are you planning on staying in bed all night, or do you want to go look around and do something?"

She smiled, she did feel a bit more awake now that she was here, maybe the drive just wore her out.

"I would love to."

"And which of the two was that in reference too?" He gave her a flirty smile, just because.

She smiled back at him, knowing full well he knew what she meant he was just being flirty.

"I would love to go out and do something with you."

"Well, there's a comedy club not that far away. And there's a show called Piano men that sounds interesting."

He reached behind him for a guide book he had gotten at the hotel office and started to flip through it.

"Hmm..that does sound interesting."

She walked over to where he sat and stood over him, leaning on his shoulders, hoping that it wasn't too much.

No, he's very much fine with that.

"Well, we can go to Piano men, and if we don't like it, then we can skip out and go to the comedy club then."

He turned his head to look at her.

She thought that was a great idea.

"Sounds like fun to me."

She smiled again, even though he couldn't see, but then he turned his head to look at her. She looked down at him, she knew what it was the perfect moment for, but she probably shouldn't, too soon.

"You want to shower or anything before we go? I think we have some time. I might try to break into my brother's room and get my bag."

It was a perfect moment, but he was the good boy and didn't try.

"Uh yeah actually. Do I look that bad?" She gave a soft laugh and headed for the bathroom, but before she went inside she said something.

"If you need to break into somewhere, I have plenty of practice with that." And with that she left him to take a shower.

"No, i just know how I feel after being in a car all day. Feel free to use the stuff in there."

And no, he didn't need to go in there when she was wet and naked, but thanks for offering.

"Yeah you're right, and thanks."

She closed the bathroom door and stripped, then took a nice hot shower. It had been a long day, but she was looking forward to spending the evening with Sam.

Sam finished his dinner, then went to go retrieve his bag. However, the door was locked and his lock picking tools where INSIDE the room.

Growling he went back to his room and stretched out on the bed, reading a book while he waited for Allison to finish.

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