Expection
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1521
Warnings: None
A/N: This was written for the #angesmilestonechallenge , by @wonderange I chose a gif (one at top) and a song, Radioactive by Imagine Dragons (I love this band!)
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The bar of my parents is still closed, and will not open until half an hour. Tonight they left it to me to open, while they rest. My parents worked all week, and they deserve a few days off. So to do the 'dirty work' I'm me and my sister Lexi. But as usual, she still doesn’t show up. She will arrive at the bar when it is already open, I think.
Since I'm alone, and I have nothing to do, I sit on one of the stools at the counter, and turn on myself. I look the room around me, and I put the look on Jukebox, and then on a bottle of scotch. The Jukebox. The bottle of scotch. I smile, and I bite my lip. I get up from the stool and walk over to the Jukebox, and I read the list of songs to choose one.
Radioactive, of Imagine Dragons.
I love this band; I insert a coin and I start the song.
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals
Behind the counter, I am looking for one of the bottles of scotch, and I take one. I unscrewed the cap, and take a sip. I cough; damn, how strong it is!
At the center of the room, I began to move the hips, and to dance more and more vigorously, while I sing the song loudly.
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive
"Erm..."
I jump when I hear someone clear his throat behind me. I turn and I see a man; he is very tall, his hair arrives on the shoulders. He is dressed in the traditional way, with suits and ties.
Sexy..
I put my bottle of scotch on the counter, and turn down the volume of the Jukebox. Finally, I get close to him again.
"The bar is closed at the moment."
"I had imagined." he says, smiling.
We remain silent; What embarrassing. He enters and finds me dance like a fool.
Fuck.
The boy takes a badge from his jacket, and makes me see. FBI.
"I’m an adult."
He frowns, not understanding what I mean. I point to the bottle, and he smiles again.
What a beautiful smile he has.
"Erm, no. I was here for the murder happened two days ago."
I nod; a few days ago, a man was killed. I do not know him personally, but I had seen him a few times at the bar. Some say that his death is... odd.
"What do you want to know?"
The agent, I can’t remember the name (I was concentrated to watch him instead of his badge), he sits on one of the stools, and I imitate. We are face to face, and I was still embarrassed by the episode a few minutes ago, I look down.
"You knew the man?"
"Not personally. Sometimes I saw him at the bar, nothing more."
"Have you ever seen arguing with someone?"
I think upwards; enter many men in this bar, and many of them get drunk and fight. But the victim has always been a calm person, that I remember.
"Never."
The agent writes something on his notepad. I reach the eye to peek, but he looks up, and my eyes meet his. Quickly I break eye contact, and get up from the stool.
"Need anything else?"
"No, we're done."
The agent gets up and heads for the exit door.
"Anyway, good show."
His compliment makes me blush, but I haven’t the time to thank him, and in a moment he disappeared.
It’s past midnight, and I'm tired. I had to open the bar all by myself, and my sister has deigned to show up after an hour.
"May I ask where you were Lexi?"
"Sorry Y/n, I'm late."
I just looked up to the sky, and I didn’t ask more. She has lost time with her boyfriend probably. The bar is full; after the murder, people avoid to stay on the street, and so they close themselves up in bars to drink. Although I don’t see a bright idea.
I am serving some customers, when I hear the door open; I turn, and as I always do with every client, I greet them.
"Good evening, and welc-"
I stop talking as soon as I see the boy than a few hours before, in front of me. This time he is more casually dressed, and with him there is another man. The tall guy comes at me, and say hello to me.
"You came here to ask me any more questions, officer?"
Again, that smile on his face; I have thought since he had left the bar. I thought about him too much, because I broke two glasses.
"No. We came for a drink."
"Hi, I'm Dean."
The guy who comes up with the name of Dean approaching, and shakes my hand. I didn’t think FBI agents were so cute.
I do accommodate the two men, and I ask them what they want to drink.
"Two beers, please."
I nod, and I go to the counter, Lexi's eyes following my every move. She doesn’t give me time to get close to her, she harasses me with questions.
"Who are those two? How do you know them? They are sexy..."
"Lexi, stop it. They're FBI agents. They are here for the murder."
"FBI, even more intriguing."
I roll my eyes, and in the meantime, I take the beers, and support on a tray. In a moment, I'm back from them. I try to remember the name of the tall guy, but I just can not. And I'm too embarrassed to ask.
Hey excuse me, you repeat your name? I was too distracted to look at your pretty face.
"Here’re your beers."
"You know," says the boy named Dean, and takes a sip of his beer, "my... colleague, Sam, would love to know your name."
Sam, this is his name; not bad. When I realize what Dean said, I blush. I turn to look at Sam, who has since fixed his colleague. Probably he is killing him with his eyes. It is known that even your cheeks are flushed, and this makes me smile.
"I'm Y/n."
Sam looks at me, and tries to say something, but I understand that he feels embarrassed.
I nod silently, and I walk away from them; I ask Lexi to take my job. I need air.
I breathe. I exhale. I breathe. I exhale.
What the hell is happening to me? Before this morning, and now; every time Sam is around me, I feel the beating of my heart speed up, and blushing cheeks.
"Hey."
I jump when I hear a voice behind me; this time I recognize it. I turn around, and as a few hours before, Sam is there, behind me, staring at me. He approaches me, and looks down, scratching his neck.
"Sorry... for a little while ago. Dean is..."
"Don’t worry. After all, he only asked my name.", although I wish that you would ask me.
...embarrassing silence.
I don’t know what to say right now, and it seems that Sam even know it. After a few seconds, I open my mouth, and I say the first thing that came to my mind.
"How's the case?"
"Want to go out for a dinner sometime?"
I remain speechless when I hear his words; at least he was directed.
He smiles, and his eyes meet mine.
"I shouldn’t talk about the case with a civilian."
I smile, and I feel a sudden rush of adrenaline all over my body; I make a few steps toward him, and I'm happy when he doesn’t turn back.
"I shouldn’t accept an appointment from a stranger."
Sam laughs, and also make me laugh.
"Touché."
Suddenly, I realize that they are out of the bar for too long; I'd love to stay with Sam a little longer, but I don’t want my sister does some trouble, and then to hear the lecture of my parents. I tell Sam that it's time to go, but before I open the door, he stops me, clutching my wrist.
"The case is closed, so... me and my colleague are going to leave the city."
Oh, come on! I meet a man, and he goes away from the city after a few hours? I still have not answered his question..
I turn, and I don’t say anything, but Sam doesn’t let me; in his hands was a note, which hands it to me.
"But... this is my number. I would really like to go out with you, and know you better."
I bite my lip, and after I had courage, I approach Sam, and kiss him on the cheek.
"Maybe for a foreigner like you, I can make an exception."
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