gorgeous, sam winchester [ 1 ]

014. i love you

"Sammy, I have to study." Miranda whines, trying to push him away from her as he kisses her neck.

"But sex is much more fun." He remarks, putting her notebook on the table.

"Dude, I'm serious. Not every person is super smart and good at tests like you." Miranda says.

"You're smart... and hot. I can help you study after sex." Sam says.

"Or you can help me study now." Miranda negotiates.

"I didn't see you all weekend. I need you." Sam pouts.

"And I need you to stop getting on my last nerve. Help or leave." Miranda says.

"Education is important, too, yeah." Sam sighs, sitting next to her. "Okay." He looks over what she's studying. "You're having trouble with this? This is simple."

"So I'm an idiot." Miranda says.

"Wha-- no! No, I-- I didn't mean that. No." Sam denies. "I just-- sorry. I didn't mean it like that." He kisses her temple. "It's simple for me. It-- I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. It's not gonna be simple for everybody."

"Exactly." Miranda says. "Better watch your words if you ever want sex with me again."

"Right." Sam says. "Okay, okay, I think I know how to explain it." He says, putting the book in front of her.

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"This is my arm rest." Miranda hisses, shoving Sam's arm off the arm rest.

"It has my drink, it's mine." Sam hisses.

"So move your damn drink." She hisses back.

"No. I put it there before you put your arm there. It's mine." Sam puts his arm on the arm rest.

"I'm gonna kill you." She quietly growls, trying to shove his arm off and he pushes her back.

The two continue to fight for the arm rest, stopping when a light flashes on them.

"Excuse me?" They turn to the usher. "Is there a problem here?"

"No." They both answer.

"If you two can't calm down, you'll get kicked out. Just watch the movie." He tells them, the couple nodding. He walks off.

"That was your fault." Miranda hisses, slapping Sam on the arm.

"It was not! You're the one getting all sensitive over a stupid arm rest." Sam sneers.

"You're the one not letting me have it."

"I had it first!"

"Who the fuck cares?! You're supposed to be nice to me."

"I've spent the past almost four years annoying the hell out of you. Why would I stop now?"

The two continue to fight.

"Hey!" The usher hisses. "Three strikes and you're out." He warns before walking away.

"He's grumpy." Miranda mumbles, Sam snickering.

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Sam grunts when Miranda jumps on him, waking him up.

"Ow." He whines.

"Happy birthday." She grins, lightly tickling the back of his neck.

"Don't do that." He mutters, blindly swatting at her hand making her laugh.

"Come on. It's your birthday. You're telling me you didn't like celebrating these as a kid?" She asks.

"I never celebrated my birthday." Sam says, rubbing his eyes.