gorgeous, sam winchester [ 1 ]

015. halloween

"Sammy, get your ass out here!" Miranda yells from their living room. "We're, like, 20 minutes late."

"Do I have to?" Sam whines.

"Yes. You promised." Miranda says.

"Yeah, right after we finished having sex. That's not a real promise." Sam says.

"It is so. The only fake promises are ones where you're drunk or high and don't remember in the morning or if you cross your fingers behind your back."

"That's so childish." Sam scoffs.

"Well, it's true." Miranda says.

"Well, now when I make you promise, I'm forever keeping an eye on all ten of your fingers." Sam states.

"I don't fake my promises." Miranda says. "Well, to you. I did promise Bella I'd remember to water her plants one time and had my fingers crossed. And as predicted, I did not remember to water any plants." She says and Sam laughs.

"Randi, please. Don't make me go." He whines, walking over.

"Where the hell is your costume?" Miranda asks.

"You know I hate Halloween." Sam says.

"Yeah, yeah, you grew up with actual monsters and you know there's actual monsters out there. But we live in peaceful bliss where we can pretend they don't exist. Hmm? And dressing up for Halloween can be part of that."

"I just don't like Halloween." Sam says.

"You're boring." Miranda says.

"I'll stay back and you go." Sam says.

"No. No, Carmen wants all of us there. This is the last Halloween before we're all officially in adulthood and all that fun but not at all fun shit." Miranda says. Sam heavily sighs. "Okay, if you go... we can do whatever you want in bed... given it's in both comfort zones. And I can bake you something."

"No. No, do not bake. You almost burnt down the kitchen last time you used the oven." Sam says.

"Yeah, out of love." Miranda says.

"I'd love it a lot more if you didn't make us homeless." Sam says.

"Okay, fine, no baking or cooking. But the sex offer stands." Miranda says.

"Fine." Sam huffs.

"Costume?" Miranda asks.

"Please, no." Sam begs, his puppy dog eyes shining.

"Fine. Be a buzzkill." Miranda says.

"Gladly." Sam says.

+++

They're at the bar with their friends.

"So here is to Sam and his incredible LSAT score." Miranda holds up her shot glass.

"Relax. It's not that big a deal." Sam dismisses, the group clinking their shot glasses.

"Dude, you got a 174. Stop being nice." Miranda tells him.

"Is that good?" Lewis asks.

"It's honestly terrifying." Miranda comments, downing her shot.

"All right, man. Congrats." Brandon pats Sam on the shoulder.

"See, there you go. You are a first round draft pick." Lewis tells Sam. "You can go to any law school you want."

"Actually, I got an interview here Monday." Sam informs. "If it goes okay, I think I got a shot at a full ride next year."

"You're gonna do amazing. You're a brainiac." Carmen assures.

"Yeah, long as you don't annoy them to death." Miranda smiles, Sam lightly rolling his eyes.

"How does it feel to be the golden boy in your family?" Lewis asks.

"Ah, they don't know." Sam says. His girlfriend and three other friends share looks, all aware Sam doesn't talk to his family, Miranda being the only one to know the full extent.

"Oh, no, I would be gloating." Lewis says.

"Dude..." Miranda motions for him to cut it out.

"Why not?" Lewis asks Sam.

"Cause we're not exactly the Bradys." Sam remarks, throwing a peanut at him.

"And I'm not exactly the Huxtables." Lewis tosses a peanut at Sam. "More shots?"

"No. No." Sam says.

"For me, yes." Miranda says.

"Yes!" Brandon exclaims.

"Hell, yeah!" Carmen yells, the two following Lewis off to the bar.

"Congrats, Sam." Jess gives him a small smile.

"Thanks." He says and she walks off.

"Okay, hey, dweeb." Miranda gently tugs on his jacket. "I may never say this again, but I'm proud of you." Sam softly smiles at her. "You're too much of a brainiac not to get the full ride. And if they deny you, I do know how to threaten people and shoot a gun. I can be extra violent if you wait for me to be menstruating."

Sam softly laughs.

"Whatever happens, violence isn't really necessary." Sam says.

"If they're dicks, it could be." Miranda says and Sam gives her a look. "Fine. I won't commit murder or assault for you."

"Thank you." Sam says, cupping her face and pulling her in for a kiss.