Sam Winchester (
likely_evil) wrote2008-11-02 09:39 pm
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20 Questions... but not a drinking game... for
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Sam was waiting at the bar down the street from the hospital Allison was working at. It wasn't late, but because of the time change it was already dark. He stood there under the awning, hands in his pockets and just waited.
Hoping that she showed up. Otherwise he would feel a bit like a fool. And Dean would totally make fun of him when he got back if she didn't show up. In fact, he was pretty sure the Impala would be parked across the street some time in the next hour with his brother watching with binoculars.
And of course, if he decided to have fun, then Dean would come in and find a way to embarrass his little brother.
God he hoped that wasn't going to happen.
Hoping that she showed up. Otherwise he would feel a bit like a fool. And Dean would totally make fun of him when he got back if she didn't show up. In fact, he was pretty sure the Impala would be parked across the street some time in the next hour with his brother watching with binoculars.
And of course, if he decided to have fun, then Dean would come in and find a way to embarrass his little brother.
God he hoped that wasn't going to happen.

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He might be blushing a bit as he finished his food, though.
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"You want desert here, or maybe we can get something on the way back to your place?"
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"So, you're going to have to lead the way..."
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He then grabbed his bag. "Ice cream or pastries?"
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"Just as long as they have hot fudge," he smiled, then offered her his arm as they got outside.