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Summary: After a bad break up, you find yourself in a brand new apartment. Vowing to just be on your own, living and loving the single life. But that would be so much easier if Sam fucking Winchester, wasn’t your next door neighbor. Will you be able to resist temptation, or will you allow yourself to love again?
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader AU
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Castiel Novak, Benny Lafitte, Reader
Warnings: Language, alcoholism, angst
Word Count: 2,650
Catch Up Here!
Part One Part Two Part Three
A/N: Huge thanks to @saxxxology for beta reading this chapter for me! More of this series to come! I hope you all enjoy, and remember feedback is always welcomed!
“What are you doing here?” You clenched your fists tight, looking everywhere but at Mick. “I thought you were going back to London.”
“There was a change of plans, but of course, that's none of your concern.”
“Wow,” you scoffed and folded your arms, “seems like you're still an asshole. I’m so glad we ended our relationship.”
“I couldn't agree more, I’m glad that I ended this relationship.”
“Why was that again? Oh right, because I caught you fucking Toni, and you said I was the problem.” You retorted angrily. That seemed to shut him up for a brief moment. He looked quite irritated that you brought that up. But your victory was short lived as his lips curled into a smirk.
“Tell me,” He picked up his glass, taking a sip of his scotch, “you weren't going to try a pitch that God awful ‘Rose Blood’ to me were you? I told you countless times no one will publish it.”
Your anger boiled over, the last thread of your self control snapping. “You know what, fuck you!” You stormed towards him. But Mick was unfazed, sitting there watching you blow a fuse. “You wouldn't know a good quality comic if it bit you on the ass!!”
He placed the glass back down looking at you with a judging gaze. “I'm sorry darling, but I know good quality when I see it. And believe me when I say your comic is complete garbage.”
Just as you were about to slap him, Sam stepped in front of you, blocking your view of Mick. Your chest heaved as the anger pulsed through you. Sam glanced down at you, nodding reassuringly as he stepped towards Mick.
“That's no way to talk to Y/N. She really is talented, you must be blind if you can’t see that.” He defended you with a sharp glare on his face, as if Mick’s words had offended him.
Mick got off his chair, “No, you're wrong.” He finished off his drink, placing the empty glass on the table and slapping a five-dollar bill beside it. “I've published some of the best work done in the last five years, so believe me when I say, that comic is trash.” He walked around Sam, pausing to give you a dirty look. “It's like I've told you before, no one in their right mind will publish it, so, do yourself a favor and find a new career.”
His shoulder brushed against yours as he walked past you. It felt like all the eyes in the bar were on you and Sam. Someone could drop a pin and it would be heard in the dead silence. Your eyes began to sting, tears threatening to escape as you looked at the scuffed wooden floor.
How could he do that, embarrass you in front of all these people? This was suppose to be you new start. A new life where you could pursue your dreams. But instead, Mick somehow found his way back into your life. Positioning the tiny amount of confidence you had gained in your months of separation. Here you were again, left looking like an idiot in front of a ton of people.
“Y/N?” Sam hesitantly reached out, touching your shoulder. “Sweetie, are you okay?”
It felt as thought someone was sitting on your chest. The room was closing in on you, as it felt like more eyes were tuning in on you. “I uh-” you swallowed hard, “I need to get out of here.” Turning on your heel, you ran out of the bar, whispering apologizes to the people you ran into.
When you ran outside you were gasping for air. The cool autumn air burned as you inhaled for breath, your vision blurring with the tears welling up in your eyes. And all at once, all the anger and pain you had been bottling up, finally exploded.
You wailed, tears streaming down you cheeks as your body hunched over. Every nerve in your body trembled as you broke down. Your legs shook, as more tears streamed down your cheeks. It hurt, it hurt so incredibly bad and you couldn't stop the feelings coursing through you.
Why did Mick have this much of an effect on you? After all this time of being separated you thought for sure you had gotten stronger. But seeing him tonight proved yourself wrong. You were still the fragile broken girl you were months ago. At this point it seemed like you were never going to change. Mick’s words had their talons dug into you deep. No matter what you did, his words and opinions would forever follow you around. Like a parasite feeding off of its host.
The more you thought about what he said, the harder you cried. You lungs and stomach heaving, a lump forming in your throat as you slowly fell to your knees, coughing roughly as your nose started running. You felt so alone, like the world around you was being surrounded by darkness.
That darkness was obliterated as a hand grabbed your shoulder roughly. It was warm and gentle as a person turned you around to face them. You blinked, the person in front of you becoming more clear as the tears rolled down your cheeks. Sam was kneeling in front of you, gently squeezing your shoulder.
“It’s okay,” his voice was soft and calming, as he wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you tight, “it's okay Y/N, I got you.”
Your eyes widened as his hands stroked up and down your back. His body was warm and firm, but at the same time it was welcoming and felt safe. You sniffled, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to continue to escape. But you couldn't help it, you needed to let it out.
Grabbing a handful of his shirt, you buried yourself in his chest. Your tears soaked his white shirt while you cried harder and harder into his chest. His finger gently ran through your hair, comforting you as you cried out in pain.
You never thought that tonight would end up like this. It was suppose to be completely different. But like always, fate had a different plan for you. No matter how good life got for you, shit would always hit the fan in a matter of time. So it was childish for you to think all your dreams would come true in a single night.
Instead you were once again told those dreams would never come true. And as much as you wanted to deny those thoughts, Mick’s words were swarming inside your head. He had a point, he was a professional publisher, he has published countless comic books. He knew a good one when he saw one. So if he said your comic was garbage, it had to be true, it just had too.
“He’s wrong, ya’know,” Sam whispered into your hair, his breath warm against your skin, “he has no idea how talented you really are. He must be blind, maybe he’s bitter about you leaving him. He’s a complete and total moron if he thinks your comic is trash.” You pulled away looking into his eyes. “If he honestly thinks that about your work, the ‘best stuff he’s ever published’ must be shit.”
You laughed softly, wiping your eyes off with the sleeve of your shirt. This made Sam smile, his large hand reaching up to cup the side of your face. His calloused thumb brushed against your cheek bone, wiping away a stray tear.
“Now there’s that smile I like so much.”
“God,” you exhaled, “I’m so sorry you had to see that.” You sniffed roughly, finding yourself looking up at him. “You can probably guess by looking at the two of us, our relationship was pretty toxic.”
“I think everyone inside could see that.” Sam helped you stand up, ushering you towards one of the benches against the building. “I just never realized how much of a dick Mick is.”
You both sat down, looking out to the heavily occupied parking lot. “Well now you’re in the know, he's one of the biggest assholes on the planet.” You leaned your head back, resting it against the building. “I know that side of him all to well.”
Sam’s beanie covered head joined yours, resting against the wooden building of the bar. “How long were you two together?” He turned his head, getting a better look of you as he waited for a response.
“We were together for over three years.”
“That's a long time to be with someone. How long had it been since you broke up?”
“A few months. He’s the whole reason I moved into your apartment complex. There was just too much drama, and I couldn't handle it anymore.”
Sam exhaled through his nose. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. And I’m really sorry to have reopened that wound tonight.” He was staring directly into your eyes. “If I knew the two of you had history, I would have never brought you here to meet him.
“It’s okay.”
“No, it's not okay.” He pressed his lips together. “I hate seeing you cry. A girl like you should never have someone talk to her like that.” Your cheeks were burning as he smiled gently. “But then again you're not like other girls.”
Your heart nearly skipped a beat at his words. There was something about Sam, that just drew you in no matter how much you tried to ignore the attraction towards him. Part of you wanted to be in his arms, while the other half screamed for you to keep your distance.
“You're right, I'm not like other girls, because I got issues.” Sam raised an eyebrow at your words. “I'm serious, I got some really fucked up issues.”
“I got em too.”
“That’s why I can't be with anyone right now.” You finally managed to break the eye contact with him. “I got figure out how to fix myself. I don't want anyone to be dragged into the catastrophic mess that is Y/N Y/L/N.”
“Trust me, I’m a total mess too.” You both sat up on the bench. “Believe it or not, Sam Winchester is a disaster too.”
You gave him a sympathetic smile, not knowing or wanting to pry on what was going on with him. If he ever wanted to talk to you about what was going on, he would do it on his own terms. You weren't one to meddle in others people's business.
The front for to the bar opened, and out crutches Dean. He looked around before finally seeing you two sitting on the bench. “What are you two losers doing out here? Get your asses back in here and let's celebrate!!” He crutched back inside.
“Well you heard my brother.” Sam stood up, hold in his hand out to you. “Let’s head back inside.”
“Okay.” You took a hold of Sam’s hand, heading inside the building with him.
While everyone else was drinking, and having a grand old time, you and Sam sat at a table watching. Both of you had ditched the liquor and had a couple of sodas instead. You really didn't talk, honestly there was no need to with Dean and his fire fighter buddies around. They kept the whole place lively with tales of their daring rescues. But eventually, those stories came to an end as the night grew later.
You, Sam and Dean left Harvelle’s around midnight. Charlie met a cute waitress and went home with her, leaving you with Sam and Dean. Which you didn't mind at all, they really were great guys. But without Charlie, you and Sam had to help Dean up the narrow staircase as soon as you got to the apartment.
“You’re an amazing brother Sammy, have I ever told you that?” Dean’s words slurred as walked behind him. “I mean seriously, I don't know what I would do without you.”
“Yeah man, I’m glad to have you as a brother too. Now just two more steps until we get to the landing, so be careful.”
“I’m always careful.”
Yeah sure he was, you thought to yourself as he clumsily crutched up the last two steps. If it wasn’t for you and Sam, Dean would have fallen face first on the stairs countless times by now. Instead of arguing with a drunk Dean you and Sam nodded in agreement with him. Once he reached the top of the landing, you and Sam let out a sigh of relief, feeling much better knowing the stair issue was out of the way.
“Can you hold him steady?” Sam asked as he pulled his keys out of his pocket.
“I got him.” You grinned ear to ear, making sure his brother wasn’t falling over. “Isn’t that right Dean?”
Dean nodded, swaying ever so lightly. “If you could just set him down on the couch, I would appreciate it.” Sam opened the door, and an overly excited Bones was standing by the door wagging his tail. “I need to take Bones out, do you mind sitting with him?”
“I don’t mind at all.” You lead Dean inside the apartment as Sam held the door opened for you. “Come on Dean, let’s take a seat.” You carefully helped him sit on the mocha colored couch. “There we go.” Sam helped you recline and elevate Dean’s leg.
“Thank you, I’ll be back in like ten minutes.”
You waved to him as he shut the door, leaving you and Dean alone in his apartment. Dean was softly snoring as you looked around the living room. There were all sorts of bookcases lining the walls, full of all different kinds of books. You walked by them, eyeing the different colored spines. Sam had books on lore, mythology, law, and the Harry Potter series along with many others. Not only was Sam good looking, but he was also book smart, and that was even more of a turn on. There was so much you didn’t know about Sam, and you found yourself wanting to know even more.
“He’s such an interesting guy.” You murmured to yourself as you looked at a bunch of pictures on a coffee table.
There were pictures of him and Dean, and a bunch of other pictures that looked like family photos. But there was one specific picture that caught your eye. It was of Sam when he was no older than twenty. He had shorter hair back then, and it was brushed over his forehead. He was wearing a red sweatshirt with ‘Stanford’ sprawled across the front of it. And in Sam’s arms was a beautiful young woman. She had long curly blond hair, and she was wearing a pink flora sundress.
The two of them looked insanely happy, like they were in love. You picked the wooden frame up, sitting on the far end of Sam’s couch. You wondered if she was an ex-girlfriend, of maybe just a friend. Regardless of who she was to Sam, you loved how happy he looked in the picture.
“That’s Jessica.” You jumped as a deep gravelly voice answered one of the many questions roaming through your head. “Jessica Moore, Sammy’s college sweetheart.” Looking over at Dean, you placed the picture frame on the coffee table in front of you. “Sam was so in love with her, hell he was ring shopping.” You remained silent, looking a Dean as he spoke. “They were so in love, it nearly destroyed Sam when she passed away.”
“Oh God.” you whispered, covering your mouth with your hand. “Poor Sam.”
“She’s been gone nearly five years and I don’t think he’s over it yet. I don’t know if he’ll ever fully recover from it.”
“Ooh.” Your stomach turned at the thought of Sam suffering. “So that’s why he said he couldn’t take me out. Well I mean, we both said that.” You might have both said that, but Sam had a really good reason for not wanting to go out with anyone. You understood completely, but you could never imagine the pain he was in right now.
Dean took a deep breath, rubbing his neck. “Which is why I keep pushing him.” You furrowed your brow looking as you looked at Dean. “I get that it was a heartbreaking and life changing moment for him. I can’t imagine losing someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. But he can't keep hiding away in his apartment, living his life like he is, it isn't healthy.”
“But if he isn't ready to move on, there's no point in pushing him.” You placed your hand on top of Dean’s, giving it a light reassuring squeeze. “Give him the space he needs, and when he's ready he’ll do what feels right.”
The door to the apartment opened, and Bones came running towards you. Dean stopped talking as Sam walked in, as you stroked Bones fur. “Hey, thanks for watching him for me Y/N.” He placed Bones’ leash on the coffee table. “I’ll walk you home.”
“It was no problem.” You pushed yourself off the sofa, patting Dean on his shoulder. “Good night Dean, I had a lot of fun with you tonight.”
“Good night Y/N, I’ll see you around.”
Sam held the door to the apartment open for you as you walked out. “Thank you for tonight Sam.” You turned around, walking backwards towards your apartment.
“You’re thanking me? You shouldn’t be doing that. If anything you should be pissed off that I took you to see your ass of an ex-boyfriend.”
“You had no idea that we use to date.” You unlocked your door, opening it up as you looked back at Sam. “I’m thanking you for making my night a thousand percent better.” His hazel eyes widened as his eyebrows shot up. “You’re a really good guy Sam, I’m so glad you’re my neighbor.”
“I’m glad you’re my neighbor too.”
“Good night Sam, I’ll see you later.”
“Good night Y/N.”
You gave him a soft smile as you shut the door. Once inside you walked into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. Taking a deep breath you bit down on your bottom lip. Tonight did not go the way you planned, it was a complete disaster. Seeing Mick brought back some really bad memories you had repressed over the years. But even if it was a disaster, Sam had made it better.
If you weren’t so fucked up, you could really see yourself going out with him. But even if you were sane, Sam was going through even worse things. His girlfriend died, and that was way worse than your pathetic breakup. Maybe if the two of you met in another life, or later down the road, something could happen. But at this point there was no way the two of you could be together. You both were dealing with terrible and painful things.
As much as you longed for that perfect world with Sam, it could never happen.And knowing that, there was no point in crying over spilt milk.
So you went on with your nightly routine. Showering, brushing your teeth, getting into your pajamas before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. You stood in the middle of the kitchen drinking the cold water when there were two knocks on your door. Glancing at the clock you groaned wondering who would be here at this time
Looking through the peephole your eyes widened in shock as you saw Sam leaning against the railing. Quickly you opened the door, giving him a confused look as his head shot up. With the door crept open you eyes your neighbor up and down.
He was wearing a long sleeved, gray v-neck nightshirt. His black flannel pajama bottoms were handing low as he stood up straight. And for the first time he wasn't wearing a beanie. His chestnut hair was curling slightly at the ends as he cupped some behind his ear.
“Sam?” You blushed looking down at you short lilac bottoms and matching spaghetti strap top. “What's wrong? Did you need something?”
“Well, yeah I do.” He took a step towards you. “I need to do something I've wanted to do all night.” And I'm a mere second, both his hands cupped both side of you face. Before you could say anything, Sam’s lips were on yours, kissing you deeply and passionately.
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Summary: After a bad break up, you find yourself in a brand new apartment. Vowing to just be on your own, living and loving the single life. But that would be so much easier if Sam fucking Winchester, wasn’t your next door neighbor. Will you be able to resist temptation, or will you allow yourself to love again?
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader AU
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Castiel Novak, Benny Lafitte, Reader
Warnings: Language, alcoholism
Word Count: 2,650
Catch Up Here!
Part One Part Two Part Four
A/N: Huge thanks to @saxxxology for beta reading this chapter for me! More of this series to come! I hope you all enjoy, and remember feedback is always welcomed!
“I don’t know about this Y/N.”
Chuck’s voice had a worrisome tone to it. “We don’t know what company this guy works for. Hell, we don’t even know his name. It just sounds almost too good to be true.”
“Look I get that Chuck, but this could also be a once in a lifetime opportunity.” You dipped your brush into the jar of ink. “I mean honestly, are we just going to say ‘Screw it’ and wait until someone else comes along? If that even happens?”
Chuck sighed, and you could tell just how irritated he was with you. You understood why he was so concerned about you meeting this guy, but at the same time he wasn’t looking at it the way you were. This really could be your chance to get noticed, to have your work published. That way you wouldn’t have to wait until July to find a publishing company. If you could find someone right now, it could really get the series moving.
“Y/N, I see where you’re coming from, but I just don’t want your work falling into the wrong hands. I would prefer if me and this so called publishing company representative met face to face.”
God, why was he always so over protective over you? You were a grown woman, and you were more than capable of handling yourself.
“Seriously? I thought we agreed never to bring him back up?”
“I’m just saying, you know how they can be. Promises they never keep, empty words, and don’t even get me started with the changes he wanted you to make.”
“Chuck, I get it, okay?”
There he went again, bringing your ex into the conversation. He always seemed to have a habit of doing this when you weren’t thinking straight. And even if it pissed you off, it always brought you back to your right senses. You picked up your pencils, angrily shoving them in the ceramic mug in front of you. You heard one or two of the tips snap against the bottom and swore loudly.
“I just want what’s best for you. Y/N you know that right? I wouldn’t be turning this idea down if I thought it was an amazing idea,” Chuck’s tone was apologetic, “maybe I’m being a total idiot and not looking at the bigger picture, and if it comes to that I will admit it, but until then, let’s play it safe. Get his information from your neighbor and I’ll take care of everything.”
You rinsed the brushes off in the sink, waiting for him to stop talking. “Okay, but what am I supposed to do later tonight then? Just tell Sam, ‘oh sorry, just forget about it’?”
Chucked groaned loudly into the receiver, causing his voice to cut out. “Why does everything have to be so complicated with you?”
You smiled, placing the brushes in the cup along with the pencils, with more care this time. “How long have you known me?”
“Too long, seriously whenever I get a call from you I swear I get a gray hair.”
“Geez Chuck, are you a silver fox by now?”
“Oh, shut up.”
You laughed wholeheartedly. Chuck might be your editor, but that didn’t change the facts that you were close friends. Hell, you were best friends seeing how much you worked together. It was nice to have someone you could tease during the ups and downs of making a comic series.
“Okay, here’s your options,” Chuck cleared his throat, “option one is to tell Sam you’re going to pass on meeting him. And know you, that would mean you completely bailing on going out to the bar.” You opened your mouth to protest, but Chuck quickly continued talking, as if he knew you were going to interrupt. “Or option two is you meeting this man and getting his information. You don’t need to discuss Rose Blood, or the story with him.”
“What am I supposed to tell him if he starts asking questions?”
“Give him one of my cards, if he wants to know more, he’ll call.”
You laid down on the couch, planting both your feet on the arm rest. “Or he’ll just throw it in the trash. I mean honestly Chuck, what’s the harm in telling him what the story is about? Like a summary of it?” If you kept this up, Chuck might break a world record for sighing in a single phone call.
“Fine, you can tell him a summary, and that’s all you will tell him.” Your fist pumped silently biting down on your lip as you claimed victory in the argument. “If he has any questions he can call and talk to me about it. Are we clear?”
“Crystal clear!”
“Alright then, have fun tonight and tell me how everything went tomorrow.”
“Thank you Chuck, you’re the best.”
Once you finished your phone call with Chuck, you got up and started to get ready for your night out. You were a little nervous, seeing as you barely knew these people. You had gotten so used to hanging out with your ex and both of your mutual friends. This was different, but it was a good different. It was going to be nice, getting out and meeting new people. You had every right to be nervous about it though, it could be a big night for you.
So you had to make a good impression for this mystery man. You wore you light denim jeans, a nice peach blouse, and your favorite brown boots. It was cute, but also professional at the same time. Your hair was slightly curled, and you put on your orange knit beanie to pull your outfit together. This was sure to leave a standing impression on him.
“Yo, what’s up?” Charlie announced as she entered your apartment, tossing her bag on the couch.
You rolled your eyes walking into the living room. “Well hey there, I’m glad you’re comfortable just barging into my apartment.”
She winked as she sat down on the couch, her red hair falling around her. “You look cute, trying to impress someone?”
“No, just trying to make a good impression on a possible publishing company employee.”
“That’s literally just what I said.”
Before you could reply, there was a knock at your door. “Come in,” you called.
Sam stepped in, wearing dark grey denim jeans that were well fitted in all the right places. He had on a white t-shirt, covered by a white button down shirt. The sleeves were rolled up, showing off the muscles on his forearms. Jesus, his outfit was more than distracting, it was completely mesmerizing.
“Sorry to intrude, but I was just wondering if you were almost ready to go.” He readjusted his white beanie, smiling as he looked into your eyes. “You look great!”
No, no, no, you thought to yourself, he looked great, even better than you did.
“Earth to Y/N.” Charlie waved her hand in front of your face, smiling as you shook out of your trance. “You okay there? Has the shuttle landed back on earth?”
“Sorry, sorry,” your cheeks were on fire, “I was in my own little world there for a second.”
Charlie gave you a knowing look. “Oh, I know you were, I know that look like the back of my hand.”
You smacked her lightly on the arm and looked back towards Sam. “I’m ready to go when you are.”
“Dean and I are ready to go.” He grinned.
Blushing, you slung your purse over your shoulder and walked out, followed closely by Sam and Charlie.
You followed them down the concrete stairs, and he motioned towards a sleek black car. Dean was sitting in the passenger seat, messing with his crutches. He looked like he was ready to go, and you weren’t about to make him wait any longer. You followed Charlie climbed into the back seat, buckling up as Dean turned around to look at you.
“Heya Dean, how are you doing? Is you leg bugging you?”
“Nah,” Dean grinned lazily, “doc has me on some pretty awesome painkillers. I’m just ready to get to Harvelle’s and see some of my buddies.”
Sam got in, shutting the door a little too hard. “Alright, who's ready to go?” He looked back at you and Charlie, before meeting the cold gaze of his brother. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Dean’s jaw dropped as he motioned towards the driver’s door. “Are you kidding me? You just slammed Baby’s door?” Sam rolled his eyes, and Dean frowned. “Sam we’ve talked about this before. You need to treat my damn car as if she was a woman.”
“Dean-”
“Like a woman, Sam!”
You bit down on the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. You never saw someone take so much pride and care for his car.
Sam put the car in drive, shaking his head as he did. “Dude, you have issues, it’s almost like you have separation anxiety.”
All the way to the bar, you listened to the two of them bicker back and forth. You weren’t going to lie, it was pretty entertaining. But you couldn’t shake the anxious feeling inside your stomach. You were worried about making a good first impression on everyone. Not just the mysterious publisher, but also Sam and Dean’s friends. This night might result in you having a group of friends, and a publishing deal. It seemed like there was a lot riding on you to make sure you didn’t blow anything.
“Y/N,” Sam’s hazel eyes were boring into yours as you snapped out of your train of thought. Glancing out the window, you saw the little dive bar Sam had parked in front of. “Hey, are you okay?”
You slid out of the car, making sure to close the door as gently as possible. “Yeah, I’m fine, totally fine.”
“Are you nervous?” Sam leaned against the side and folded his arms. “You seem like you’re out of it tonight.”
“Yeah,” you admitted, “I’m a little nervous. I want to make a good impression on everyone.”
“I know how it feels, being in a new town, trying to fit in,” Sam murmured, “it sucks, really, really bad. But lucky for you, we’re like a family. Everyone is really nice, you’ll fit right in. And if it’s about the publisher, you’re going to nail it. Seriously, the guy would have to be insane to not be interested in your stuff.”
Exhaling deeply through your nose, you looked at the illuminated ‘Harvelle’ sign on the front of the building. “Yeah, you’re right, I got this.”
“You sure as hell do!” He grinned showing off his white teeth as he gave you a side hug. “Let’s get inside, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”
‘Alright.” You smiled back, wrapping your arm around his waist as you both walked into the bar.
Inside the bar everything was so lively. People were chatting, laughing, and playing pool. Others were sitting at tables eating and drinking. But what caught your eye was Dean sitting at the bar, with a bunch of guys around him. All of them were laughing and doing shots while patting Dean on the back.
“Those are all Dean’s firefighter buddies.” Sam yelled over the bustling noise of the bar. “That’s Castiel, Benny, Garth, Lee, Rudy, and way too many others to name.” He ushered you towards the group of men. “Hey guys, this is Y/N, my neighbor.”
“Hello, Y/N.”
“Hey sweetpea!”
“Howdy!’
Dean took a shot of whiskey, “We can go more into introductions later. Right now it’s time to celebrate!” He tapped the rim of his glass, while smiling at the petite blond behind the counter.
“Celebrate what? You almost getting killed?” She asked sarcastically as she poured him another shot. “From what I heard, y’all should be celebrating and congratulation Cas seeing he’s the one who pulled your dumb ass out of the fire.”
“Exactly! That’s what we're celebrating here!” Dean held up his shot glass grinning at everyone. “To Castiel! Thank you for saving my life!”
All his friends raised their glasses with him, cheering their friends name. Sam sighed, shook his head, and lead you to the bar. The blond smiled at the two of you wiping the counter down. “Heya Sam, who's your friend?” Sam took a seat on one of the stools, patting the one next to him. You sat in the stool smiling warmly at the girl.
“Jo, this is Y/N, my new neighbor. Y/N, this is Jo Harvelle, I’ve known her since I was a kid.”
You reached over the bar to shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Jo.”
“Nice to meet you too,” she shook your hand, pink lips parting in a smile. “So what can I get you two?”
“Beer for me,” Sam said.
You pulled your wallet out, “I’ll have a rum and coke please,” you laid two twenties on the bar, “and Sam can get whatever else he wants.”
“One beer and a rum and coke coming up,” she took the money and went back to making drinks.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Sam pouted, resting his chin against his fist. “I was going to treat you to drinks.”
You scoffed as Jo placed the drinks in front of you. “After what you’ve done for me tonight?” You took a sip of your drink and turned in the stool to face him straight on. “I owe you a lot more drinks for setting this up.”
“It’s nothing at all, my friend owed me one.” Sam grabbed his beer and took a long drink of it. “Besides, who would I be to let such talent go unnoticed.”
Suddenly, he pulled his glass away and placed it down on the counter. “Speaking of which, there he is.” He stood up, holding his hand out for you to take. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to him.”
“Okay...” you shuddered nervously and fixed your hair before following him.
Sam’s hand was warm, wrapped around yours as he lead you through the crowded bar. Your heart was racing out of your chest, possibly from the alcohol running through your system, or the fact you were meeting this publisher so late. Or it could just be Sam.
You barely knew the guy, and you found yourself wanting to know him more. As a friend of course, neither of you were in the place to be dating. At least that’s what your brain kept telling you. But, the more you got the know him, the more your heart started speaking louder. For the time being you were going to have to ignore your heart. The last thing you needed was to get involved with someone right now, when your career could potentially take off.
“Hey man,” Sam finally stopped in front of a table. “Nice to see you again, thanks for agreeing to this.” He looked back at you, winking as he stepped out of the way. “This is the young woman Mr. Ketch told you about.”
Ketch? As in Mr. Ketch from BMOL Publishing Corp? Your stomach turned as you started connecting the dots. A chill crept up your spine as you looked at the man sitting in front of you. Those pale blue eyes went wide as they met your gaze. Suddenly, you were struggling to breathe as you looked away from him. Your heart was pounding within your chest as you felt his eyes still glued to you.
“Bloody hell,” You closed your eyes tight as he spoke. “I can’t believe my eyes.”
“Oh, do you guys know each other?” Sam looked between you anxiously.
“Yeah, we know each other very well.” You bit down on your bottom lip, looking right at Mick Davies, your ex boyfriend. “Very, very well I might say so myself.”
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Okay. Bblog ko na. Bago ko pa makalimutan tong event na to. :( Ang hirap kasi pagganto... Mabilis makalimot. :(
So eto na. Maaga ang uwian. Yooohooo. Nagkayayaan gumala. Pero syempre kailangan ko kumita kaya sinamahan ko sila Cherrnhi ("girlfriend" ko. makkwento ko siya sa future blogs ko.) sa house ng lola ko dahil irerent nila. I'm with Jenn and Jap (sa future blogs din sila). So anyway, ayun nga. Pumunta kami kila Jenn after.
Papunta palang kami kila Jenn umaambon ambon. Pagdating namin dun sakanila, nagkayayaan sa BGC. Para lumamon. Sinundo namin si Riza. Tapos kumain kami sa Market! Market! sa food court dun. Kaming 3 umorder (si Jap, ako at Jen)
Habang nasa Pao Tsin para umorder ng pagkain, may mga dumadating na bakla. Ay syet! Type si Papa Jap. Bwahahaha. Napansin to ni Jenn. Wala kaming pake ni Jap. Tapos biglang umakbay saken tong si Jap. Ang mga bading aba, sabi, "Ay ang chaka naman ng girlfriend". Nalaman ko lang to nung sinabi saken ni Jenn. Lol.
So yun, after kumain picture. Tapos naglakad kami pauwi. Eto na ang masaya. So umaambon ambon na. Kapagod. Tapos biglang buhos ng malakas ang ulan. Nagpaulan na ako! YEHEY! First time ko magpaulan ng as in malakas na ulan. Hahaha.
Adrenalin rush. Nagtatakbo takbo ako. Cellphone ko pinahawak ko kay Riza. Ang saya. Ang tagal pa naming naglakad sa malakas na ulan bago makarating sa house. Hanggang sa sumali na yung dalawa saken (Jap and Jenn).
We stopped by Riza's house para iplastik ang mga gadgets. Picture ulit. (Later post ko through insta). Tapos naglakad papunta kila Jenn. Naligo kami ulit sa ulan sa may terrace. Nagkulitan and stuff. Tapos unang naligo, si Cherrnhi. Then ako. Pero bago ako maligo, tinamad muna ako at inenjoy ang ulan with Jap and Jenn.
Pagkatapos namin lahat maligo kumain kami noodles. Ako pinakahuling nagbihis dahil antagal matuyo ng... Basta di ako nakapagbihis agad. Maya maya umuwi na rin. :)
ANG SAYA MALIGO SA ULAN! Ang kulit ko lang kagabi. =))
Three years ago today I went to lemon park as I normally did during high school. I expected to hang out with all my friends and play some basketball. It was a surprise to see Arrad show up because at that time our sisters have been trying to get us to meet. I remember I told one of my friends the story of how our sisters would go into his room and leave notes with my name on it, which was probably creepy to him because he didn't know me all that well. At this point he knew of me but we had never met in person. I remember I thought he was really cute but I wasn't the one to go up to a boy and start a conversation. I remember I just went about playing basketball that day and just trying my best to play well. You know I tried to see if I'd even get his attention. Towards the end of the night I was left waiting for my dad. Only four of us, including him, just sat around talking. I still stayed quiet until he began talking about his sister and that's when I mentioned that our sisters were best friends. That's when we exchanged our first conversation. I never made eye contact according because I was always shy that way. My dad showed up and I left that night still wanting to talk to him more. I remember I would go on his Facebook and just look at his profile picture contemplating whether to send him a friend request. It wasn't until he actually sent me the friend request then automatically sent me a message telling me how he forgot to tell me something. He forgot to tell me how cool he thought the t-shirt I wore that day was. I wore my favorite laker shirt that day. Fast forward three years later and a thousand memories together. Even though it won't be officially three years until August, ill never forget the day three years ago when I met this special guy. After that it's a truly unique story.
