We Met Before

A Great Way to Say Goodbye

Warnings: Age Gap, Implied Smut, Maybe spelling and language.

Around 3500 words.

A/n....(D/P) is your dream place.

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"Goodnight love." He raised your hand; you didn't even realise he had been holding and planted a gentle kiss on it before watching you walk away...

You sped walked home, using your phone as a torch, when you approached the front door you noticed all lights, other than the hallway were off. 'well, this is a good sign' you thought hoping this would mean everyone was asleep. You unlocked the door and quietly pushed your way inside closing and locking it behind you. So, focused on being quiet you didn't notice Sam standing there, straight-faced and eyebrows raised. But when turned to go upstairs you noticed the tall man blocking your way.

"Uhh Hi." You stuttered out.

Sam let loose a grin. "So much for not being late huh?"

"We lost track of time."

"Ah, I see. You're lucky Dean and Bobby are asleep."

You let out a thankful breath. "Then why are you still up?"

"Making sure you got home safe and whatnot. You tired?"

"Not really to be honest." You assumed you should be considering the walking and everything, but alas you found yourself wide awake.

"Neither, although to be honest I fell asleep during the film they put on."

"Oh, course you did" you chuckled not surprised at all, "So what do you wanna do?"

"Chat for a bit? Catch up just the two of us?" he replied, you knew he wanted to know about your night but was too polite to just ask. You had plenty of time catching up over the past few days when Dean had gone out 'wondering' aka to bars.

"Sure, but my room so we don't wake Dean up?" You say looking over your shoulder at a sprawled out snoring Dean on the sofa. You swear he can sleep anywhere.

Sam nodded his head, letting you pass and following you up to your room. Closing the door behind the two of you as to limit the noise Bobby would get if you ended up laughing too loud.

"So how was your night?" you asked, as you sat on your bed.

"Boring, as usual, Dean found some crappy gang film and made us sit through it." He said sitting opposite you on your bed.

"Or sleep through it?"

"Yeah, how about yours?"

"Fine," you say the corners of your mouth smiling.

"Fine? Doesn't seem like the best word (N/N)"

"Well..." Then looking at Sam you realised how much you wanted to talk to someone about how happy you were feeling so you did, and Sam listened.

He listened to how nervous you were sitting down at the table, how you felt when he held your hand walking. How you could talk about anything and everything, and you did, but also how you wanted to get to know him more. You rambled on, Sam listening and asking more questions, until God knows how early in the morning. It was a nice feeling being able to talk to Sam like this, and he felt it to, he loved how you could open up and not be worried about what you said to him, he noticed this differed from when you were with the others, one example was when you let it slip out how your date was a bit older, and although this piqued his interest and caused a few questions he moved on, didn't try to lecture you as Dean would. Eventually after talking about your night, and Sam telling you a few tales of random things, and how he had felt finding a picture of Jess and him the other day, you both fell asleep.