Ring in the New Year

[likely_evil]

for istotallyhot, after this

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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[istotallyhot.livejournal.com]

"I feel refreshed, a little more awake too."

She smiled back at him and grabbed her purse off of the bed.

"Did you get your stuff?"

[likely_evil]

"Nope. They locked the door behind them and my lock picking kit is in my other jacket."

Which... was the truth.

"I'll be fine. If I have to interrupt their beauty sleep tonight, i will."

[istotallyhot.livejournal.com]

"You won't have to wait, let's go get them now."

She smiled at him and headed for the door, taking the barret out of her hair, along with the pen and keys in her purse.

[likely_evil]

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled a bit, following her and pointing at the door to Dean and 99's room.

"You know how to pick locks?"

[istotallyhot.livejournal.com]

She looked back at him, smiling and smug.

"I used to have to do this when I worked under House all the time. It's how we found the truth about our patients. So which room?"

[likely_evil]

He pointed at the door where the Impala was parked outside of, leaning on the wall between her and the office's window view.

"She looked like such a nice doctor, but she's really a felon. I would never have guessed."

[istotallyhot.livejournal.com]

She walked over to the room with him, looking through her purse for a pen and some keys, she took them both out.

"They aren't here, but the car is here? And yeah I know, hey it was either that or lose my job, that latter seemed more important at the time."

She knelt down onto the ground and worked her magic on the door, thanks to Foreman she had got pretty good at it.

[likely_evil]

"They aren't making noise or answering the door. And I'm sure they would be doing on or the other."

He watched her carefully, amused that she knew how to do this.

[istotallyhot.livejournal.com]

"Good point."

She finished, having a hair pin and a key to pick at it, she opened the door and stood back up. She was done in no time.

[likely_evil]

Sam laughed. "Dang, girl. Remind me to call you next time I lock my keys in the trunk."

He opened the door, sneaking in. His bag was sitting where he had left it, the laptop on the desk next to it. Sam packed the stuff up, then headed back for the door.

"Alright, let's drop it off in our room, then head out."

[istotallyhot.livejournal.com]

She smiled and rolled her eyes, waiting for him to get all his stuff.

"Okay, walking or driving?"

[likely_evil]

"Probably driving. We're a bit off the strip, so it'd be a taxi drive if not your car."

[istotallyhot.livejournal.com]

"Alright, my car it is then. You can drive, obviously, since I don't know where we are going."

She gave him the keys, lingering a little too long on his fingers, then pulled back.

[likely_evil]

He smiled a bit and looked at her hand as she lingered there. A bit of red came to his cheek as he headed for the driver's side and got in, pushing the seat back as far as it would go to accommodate his legs.

[istotallyhot.livejournal.com]

She saw the tiny hint of a blush cross his cheek, about the same time one crossed hers. She smiled, she was glad she was here with him.

She got in the passenger seat and sighed, a smile on her face.

[likely_evil]

They got to the Piano Men and there was still tickets left for them, so they were able to get into the show.

Sam sat back, enjoying a drink or two while listening to good music, smiling occasionally at Allison. This was nice, going on these little friend dates with her.

[istotallyhot.livejournal.com]

The drive there was quiet, but peaceful, just glad to be in each other's company she guessed. When they arrived, she was relieved that they could still get tickets, because she had heard some snippets of music, and she had already started to like it.

They sat and down and everything felt...right. Just normal, relaxed, peaceful. She looked over at Sam, who was smiling at her at the moment, she smiled back to him, grateful that he brought her here.

[likely_evil]

Seeing her exchange a smile with him, he reached over and took her hand, squeezing it a bit.

And not really letting go.

[istotallyhot.livejournal.com]

It was like slow motion, she saw his hand moving towards hers, and then watched him take hold, she sighed. She wondered when this would happen.

She squeezed his hand lightly, and returned to watching the Piano Men.

[likely_evil]

Sam tends to take things slow because he's a good boy. Which is saying a lot since he was raised by the pack of wolves known as Dean and John Winchester.

When it was over, he had to take his hand away to clap, then looked at her over the table. "So? Dancing at the club now, or something else? You're turn to pick."

[istotallyhot.livejournal.com]

She's glad that Sam doesn't take it fast, she's frankly tired of men like that. Can't someone just want to spend time with her and just be with her? That's what she likes about Sam.

She felt the heat pull away from her hand, and tried not to show the small sadness on her face because of that, but soon he was asking her where she wanted to go next. She liked to dance. "Dancing sounds fun."

[likely_evil]

"Just hope you have health insurance for any toes that might get stepped on."

He stood up, then held out a hand to offer her help standing.

[istotallyhot.livejournal.com]

"You can't be that bad."

She took his hand and stood up from her chair, not letting go of his hand once they started to leave, hoping he wouldn't let go either.

[likely_evil]

He had no intentions of doing that, keeping her close and smiling to himself.

"Trust me, you're going to want to give me space during the faster numbers."

The club wasn't that far from the bar so they could walk. It was crowded, but there was a table open near the bar that he led them too.

[istotallyhot.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I want to give you any space."

Then realizing what she said, she flushed a deep red, hoping he didn't notice.