Time After Time (Sam Winchester MiniFanFic)

Chapter Two

Bracing herself for the worst, Elizabeth stepped out into the hallway, leaving the dorm room in which her roomate, Scarlett, was engrossed in a boy with dirty blond hair and tired eyes. He talked too loudly for Elizabeth's taste and spoke of nothing in particular, but he seemed interesting enough to Scarlett. Any boy seemed interesting to Scarlett.

Once outside, Elizabeth regretted her decision not to wear a sweater. The cold bit at her skin, chilling her to the bones. The moon illuminated the sky above, watching the earth closely. It was quiet, for the most part, despite the click of a heel as the occasional passerby walked past and the buzz of a streetlight. Elizabeth was alone, and it was fine that way.

She decided to walk around to keep her blood moving, as she was sure her limbs would freeze at any second. She passed by the same tree three times before thinking to expand her territory and move to the streets, where she knew she would meet some sort of crowd. She didn't particularly want to be around anyone, but she found it would be better to look lonely with others than lonely with herself.

A club, that's where she went. A club with sweaty bodies and loud music that would give anyone a headache. A club with a bar and an annoying barista that would not leave her alone. A club where, coincidentally, Sam Winchester decided to spend his Friday night.

Elizabeth glanced at him every once in a while, noticing his slightly anxious behavior and compulsive laughter around friends that looked to be having more fun than him. He played along, though, downing shots and smiling when he felt necessary. For some reason, it relieved Elizabeth to see he was only surrounded by male friends, but was quickly shot down when she noticed an equally large group of women approach. Elizabeth averted her glance when Sam looked her directly in her gray-blue eyes.

"Can I get you anything?" the barista asked, leaning on the counter.

"No, thank you," she replied. She let her hair fall from its tucked place behind her ear, hiding her displeased expression.

"You sure? It's on the house," he insisted.

"No, really, it's okay."

"C'mon, one drink?"

"Back off, alright?" Sam requested, still sounding as kind as ever.

The barista walked off with a grumble of something obscene while Sam took a seat next to her. "I didn't expect to see you here," he admitted.

Elizabeth took a breath, finding the alcohol in the air to be harmful rather than helpful. She cleared her throat, folding her hands in her lap. She didn't respond, not knowing how to. It wasn't exactly a compliment, but it wasn't an insult either. She only made sure that she wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Anyways," Sam continued. "One of my friends over there"-he indicated to a brown haired man on the opposite side of the room that had apparently captured the attention of his friends with some drinking game-"noticed you staring at me."

"I wasn't staring," she said defensively, blushing at how automatic her response was.

Sam smirked. "Yeah, okay."

Elizabeth drummed her fingers on the counter, looking anywhere but at Sam. Sam and his eyes. She had forgotten about those eyes for a moment. She had forgotten about him for a moment.

He cleared his throat.

"I have to go," Elizabeth announced abruptly. She stood, turning away quickly and rushing out the door, feeling the cold once again and denying an urge to run back inside. Sam had come along with her, standing quietly behind and holding the door open to let the aggravating music out into the world.

"Do you want me to walk you to your room?" Sam asked almost silently.

Elizabeth paused, turning only slightly to Sam. She watched him, his movements. He kept his gaze on her as well, somehow trying to figure her out. She could see his eyes flicker from her face to her body lustfully. He could have been drunk, but Elizabeth wouldn't have known. He smelled only of cedar wood and campfire. Comforting. Elizabeth stopped herself from leaning into him, and turned down the street.

"You don't know me yet, Sam." She stopped once more, keeping her back to him. "You don't need to help me."