Summary: Your first date with Sam has it’s ups and downs, but you both have a great time anyway
Words: 1,400
Sam x Reader
Warnings: none
A/N: This is part of @balthazars-muse‘s 30 First Dates with Sam Winchester project! I got 17. Ice Skating...
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“What are you going to wear?” Charlie asked, sitting on the bottom bunk.
You shrugged at your twin, opening your shared wardrobe, “It’s ice skating. Something warm, I guess.”
She raised an eyebrow at you, “You’re going on a date with Sam Winchester, and you’re going to dress warm?”
“Char, I’m going ice skating. I’m not going to wear a low cut top and jean shorts,” you sighed, “I refuse to get pneumonia just to try and impress him with my, frankly, mediocre body.”
Your sister stood up and turned you around to face the mirror.
“You only think it’s mediocre because you dress like it is,” she told you, pinching your tee at the back, bunching the spare material to show off your figure, “See, look. You’re smokin’.”
“Shut up,” you laughed, pushing her away, “I’m still going to wear a sweater and jeans.”
Charlie sighed, “Fine. At least wear skinny jeans.”
You got into the passenger seat of the impala wearing an oversized sweater and leggings, your hair in a messy bun and little to no make-up on. If Sam could appreciate you like this, then maybe you’d try more for your second date. Charlie really wasn’t impressed with your little experiment.
“Your clothes are… cute,” Dean grinned from the driver’s seat, “Interesting look.”
You grinned back at him, “I’m doing an experiment.”
He nodded knowingly, “Can’t handle this, doesn’t deserve the best?”
“Damn straight,” you laughed, “You think it’ll work?”
“Kiddo, Sam thinks that’s you’re beautiful anyway,” he told you, “You could have come out wearing the contents of a trash can, and he’d have thought you rocked the look.”
You raised an eyebrow, and Dean smiled.
“Don’t tell him I told you that.”
“Secret’s safe with me,” you chuckled, “Where is he, anyway?”
Dean started up the engine and began to drive, “He’s already there. He took one of your dad’s cars. Wanted to get your boots and stuff ready so you can get straight onto the ice. I think he’s trying to be romantic.”
You smiled, “That’s cute. He doesn’t really have to try to impress me, though.”
“Why’s that?” Dean teased, “You already got the hots for the jolly green giant?”
“Well, yeah,” you rolled your eyes, “I’ve had a crush on him for the last six years.”
“Seriously? That long?”
“Yeah,” you sighed, pulling at the sleeve of your sweater, “But I always thought he just saw me as a kid. That’s why I kinda freaked out when he asked me out.”
“He’d liked you since you and Charlie moved in with Bobby,” Dean told you, “But you’re not allowed to tell him I told you that either.”
You felt yourself begin to blush.
You and your sister had moved into Bobby’s when you were twelve and he found the two of you hunting on your own. He’d taken you in as his own, got you both into a school, and you grew up with Sam and Dean as your best friends, despite the eight year age gap between you and the older Winchester.
“We’re here,” Dean told you, bringing the car to a stop outside the rink, “Go have a date with my brother.”
You grinned, leaning over and kissing his cheek, “Thanks for the ride, old man.”
“I’m barely thirty!” he protested as you left the car, “I’m not old!”
“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed, shutting the door and making your way inside.
“I thought you said you could skate,” you laughed, skating backwards and watching Sam flail, trying to catch up.
You’d already been on the ice for half an hour, and Sam had failed to move any more gracefully than a new-born giraffe.
“I haven’t been since I was like twelve,” he told you, stumbling a little and hanging onto the side to stop from falling, “I didn’t have all of this height back then.”
You laughed, skating towards him and taking his hands.
“Do you trust me?” you asked, and he nodded, “Okay, follow my lead.”
You began to skate backwards, pulling him along with you.
“This is so emasculating,” he grumbled, “I feel like such a child.”
You grinned, “Maybe you shouldn’t have chosen this as a first date activity.”
“I know you love it, so,” he shrugged, “I figured I’d give it a go.”
“Well, you’re doing it now,” you laughed, letting go of his hands, and turning around, to see where you were going.
“That’s not a good idea!” Sam called, and you heard a trip and span around, just in time for him to fall into you and send the two of you crashing to the ice.
“Shit,” he mumbled, pushing his weight off of you, “Sorry. I’m terrible at this.”
“Don’t worry,” you laughed, pushing his bangs off of his face, “It’s okay.”
“I’m such a klutz.”
“You’re adorable,” you told him, leaning up to kiss him chastely, before sliding from underneath him and getting to your feet.
You watched as he scrambled to get to his feet, laughing slightly.
“What?” he asked, a pale blush on his cheeks, “A pretty girl kisses me, I’m gonna have trouble getting to my feet afterwards.”
“You’re a pretty girl,” you shot back, winking, “Come on. I think that’s enough skating for today.”
You took his hand and skated to the side of the rink, stepping off and walking over to a bench to change your shoes.
“So…” Sam began, unlacing his boots, “If you’d let me, I’d like to make you dinner. Bobby’s given me full control of the kitchen tonight.”
“Really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sam shrugged, “Your dad loves me, what can I say.”
“Shut up,” you laughed, “Okay, fine. You may cook for me.”
The meal was delicious, the wine and conversation flowing easily, and by the time the two of you had finished washing up, you were both feeling a little more confident.
“I’ve had a crush on you since forever,” Sam told you, his hands resting on your hips, “I can’t believe you let me take you out.”
You grinned, surging with alcohol-induced confidence, “I’d let you do a lot more than that.”
He raised an eyebrow, leaning down, “Oh yeah?”
You nodded, closing the distance and kissing him firmly.
You felt him smile against your lips, and you ran your hands into his hair.
His tongue traced at your lower lip, and you opened up willingly, getting a thrill when his tongue touched your own.
The kiss was slow and sensuous, leaving you breathless.
“Wanna take this upstairs?” you asked, pulling at his shirt, “The spare room is empty.”
He grinned, kissing you again, “Lead the way.”
You giggled like a school girl, shushing his laughs on your way up the stairs so as not to disturb your sister.
“You’re gorgeous,” Sam told you, pushing you against the wall in the hallway, his hands coming under your sweater and stroking up your hips.
You kissed him, beginning to unbutton his shirt before your bedroom door flung open.
“No,” Charlie said, firmly, breaking the two of you apart, “No nookie on the first date.”
“Char,” you grumbled, glaring at her, “Why are you being a bitch?”
“Because if you were both sober, you wouldn’t be falling into bed together in the room in between your twin and your step-father.”
Sam ran a hand through his hair, taming the mess you’d made, “I guess you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” Charlie laughed, “I’m the brains, she’s the body.”
“Shut up,” you grumbled, “You’re such a cockblock.”
“You’ll thank me in the morning,” she chuckled, “Now, Sam, you can take the spare room. Alone. Y/N will be sleeping in our room. You two say goodnight and get to bed. Separately.”
She shut the door, and you rolled your eyes at Sam.
“Sorry about her.”
“No problem,” he chuckled, kissing you lightly, “We’ll have to get a motel next time.”
“They’ll be a next time?” you asked, hopefully.
“I freaking hope so,” he grinned, “I’ll see you in the morning.”
You nodded, kissing him once more, “In the morning.”
You turned and opened the door to your room, Charlie was sat on her bunk, arms folded.
“I take it was a good date?”
You grinned, flopping down next to her, “The best.”
“Good,” she grinned, lying down and staring at the bottom of the top bunk with you, “Maybe get a motel next time.”
Disclaimer. This has nothing to do with the current fb app crush or breakup notifier. But this is a pretty good example of what I meant by I have ideas and see someone else get to them first which I look at as an indication that these ideas could make it somewhere. But now that there is a similar idea out there this will be filed under the fill gap category instead of brand new.
moving on.
From rough idea dumped onto evernote
Game to take advantage of the fact that many relationships currently build up online. Online version of blind dates in a way. 30 anonymous dates
why? Single people on fb with no real idea of what they might be looking for in a person. The app tries to act as a mediator for conversations.
Works as follows. person A signs up for service. App searches for single people out there who have a matching gender preference and sends anonymous mail to them asking then to sign up for service. If a person B accepts then they also can connect with singles within their friend network who also then get the anonymous mail which helps the game go viral. Potential pitfall here is age. Use the formula given by xkcd to make sure correct match is made or let user specify age ranges where age ranges are within the range defined in that formula to prevent possible pedophiles (can happen).
Next step is that the people use the application which then partners the user up with another friend randomly who is using the application within an anonymous chat room.
What happens then is that the two people can go on cyber dates. Thirty of them. They get to know each other as people, no names attached. At the end of the 30 dates they can choose to reveal their real profiles to each other if they think that they match. Both parties must agree to this. To save face if only one party agrees to this then data of either party is still not revealed.
Parties can choose to opt of the 30 dates if they feel that it isn't going well. Potential pitfall here with room for trolls so this needs to be addressed. Possibly with some kind of reputation or rather a break off limit. other stuff. Room for gifts during dates. Move beyond chat room. Environments... Though this is a lot of work. Stream movies together. Money money money. Add engine to watch you tube vids within the chat experience
Look out for lawsuits over name
Consider Keep default at 30 dates or let user pay to change number of dates
