"Hey Y/n, you almost ready?" Sam's voice floated to you from down the hall.
"Yeah, just give me one more minute!" You yelled back, franticly searching for a pair of socks. How was it that no matter what you did there was never a matching pair? You looked at the clock, reading the time at five till five. You were supposed to leave for your date with Sam ten minutes ago. With a sigh of defeat you grabbed two random socks from the drawer. Hopping down the hall you pulled them on one foot at a time.
"Hey, sorry I took so long." You smiled and stood up on your tippy toes to plant a kiss on Sam's cheek.
"No problem. This is your day, babe. We'll take it at your pace." He smiled down at you, brown eyes warm and sparkling. Man, did you love him.
"So where are we headed?" You asked as you slipped on your converse, grabbed your coat, and headed out the door. Sam held open the door of a classic Mustang that had been sitting in the garage. After you climbed in, making sure your tea length blue skirt was tucked in around you, he shut the door and walked around to get behind the wheel.
"I was thinking diner then a drive round town? There's that new book store you've been wanting to go to." He turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life.
"Ah, the sweet sound of a FE v8 4-barrel engine. 1967 was a good year for cars."
"Don't go all Dean on me right before we go on a date, Please." Sam pleaded, even breaking out the puppy dog eyes. You laughed, knowing he was at least partially joking.
"Okay. And yes, dinner and a book store sounds amazing." You fell into a comfortable silence as the Mustang took you into town. Soon Sam was pulling up in front of your favorite little Italian restaurant. It was dim inside, as the only light came from candles set about the room, and it smelled strongly of cheese and fresh herbs.
The waiter seated the two of you in a back corner. After she had gotten you waters and a loaf of fresh bread she left you to decide what you wanted. Not like it had changed from the last time you had been here. Or the time before that. You really were a creature of habit, you knew what you liked, so why change?
"So, classic white pizza?" Sam asked, not even batting an eye or cracking a smile. He knew you too well.
"What else?" Your mouth was all ready watering at the thought of the rich creamy white sauce on a thin crispy crust, covered in mozzarella cheese.
Sam set down the menu and stretched his legs out, one of them coming to rest against your own. It was a comforting contact, one that the both of you were used to. Easy flowing conversation filled the air between you as the food came and was eaten. After the pizza you ordered the basic chocolate chip cannoli.
"Ready to head out?" Sam payed for your meal.
"Sure." You stood and made your way outside into the cool winter air. Opting to walk instead of taking the car, you made your way down the side walk. There were a few Christmas light still up but for the most part the holiday spirit was almost gone.
"Hey Babe,"
"Yeah?"
"Happy Birthday." Sam smiled down at you, and you felt like the most wonderful, beautiful, special person in the world. You smiled back at him, slipping your hand into his. As you walked along you realized that it was't silent as you expected it to be. Quiet music drifted over from a park across the street. The little three person band on the stairs of the gazebo reminded you of a 'concert' your dad had taken to you on your birthday a few years ago. It had been your last birthday before he died. With out a word you slipped across the street and up the stairs on the other side so that you were standing behind the musicians. Sam had followed you with out asking why, and when you slid your hands around his waist and started to sway back and forth he went along with it. The two of you stood in the dim light cast by the few left over Christmas lights as the music washed around you. It was peaceful and calm and you wouldn't have traded that moment for anything. All too soon, the musicians stood up, cast you a smile, and packed away their instruments. Since the music was gone you had no reason to stay, and as the book store would be closing soon you should have left. But Sam held you close, not letting you go, for a few more moments still.
"I love you Y/n."
"I love you too, Samuel." He leaned down and pressed a kiss onto your fore head.
"And I love your socks." You laughed, shattering the calm of the night. Sam smiled down at you, with your one black and white ankle sock, one bright pink long sock, tea length blue skirt, and white t-shirt that was probably his, all buried under a one size too big black coat. What made you truly special was the joy and friendliness that radiated from you. It made everyone around you fall instantaneously in love. What was even better was that you had no idea. Sam was so glad that he was yours.
"Common, we have to make it to the store before it closes." He took your hand in his and ran down the steps and across the square to the book store. You made it just as a little old lady was closing the door.
"Ma'am. I know it's late, but could we please get in? It's her birthday." She stopped turning the key in the door and stared at you for a moment, taking in your appearance.
"No, it's okay. We don't have to. Sorry to bother you, have a nice evening." You smiled at her and started to walk away.
"Get back in here, child." The lady said, swinging the door open. "It's your birthday." She disappeared into the back, leaving you and Sam in the door way.
"Oh, um, okay?" As you walked inside you were slightly confused, but as soon as you were surrounded by the magic of words you were lost to the world. You ran your fingers along the spines, breathing deep and welcoming the smell of paper into your lungs. You wandered away completely in awe, disappearing into the shelves.
Sam watched you go then turned to look for the mythology section, only to almost walk over the bookkeeper.
"You and that girl are good fro each other." She stated. "I watched you from my window while you were in the gazebo. Both of you have seen so much pain, but in her arms you are content and she is happy. You make her laugh, she makes you smile. May I suggest you buy her a ring?" She stared at him with unblinking eyes.
"Um.. okay? Thanks for that advise." Sam was a little put off by this strange woman. She was human, as far as he could tell.
"Soon, not later. If you wait you will lose her." She began to walk away as you made your way towards the front with stack of books. Sam took the books from you just as they were starting to tip.
"You got enough there?" He was joking, knowing that every book in the world would never be enough to satisfy you. Plus it had been a while since you had been able to get a book for pleasure reading. And so you had gotten a bit exited. Every Rainbow Rowel, Me Being Me is Exactly as Insane as You Being You, The Vango series, and a few more were all in the stack of books now located on the check out counter. The little old lady smiled at you the whole time she scanned them, throwing winks in Sam's direction when you weren't looking. The bell chimed on the door as you left with book laden arms.
"What was that about?" You asked as you made your way back down the street towards the old Mustang.
"Oh, she just gave me some advise." Sam brushed it off.
"Oh really? Taking advise from old women now Sammy? You really that desperate?"
"Not that kind of advise, weirdo."
"What ever you say, nerdy." You skipped ahead, walking backward infant of him. "I've had a really good time today Sam. Thank you."
"It's not over yet..." He winked at you.
"Oh yeah, it was defiantly that kind of advise." You squealed and ran away as Sam tried to catch you.
"Don't hurt the books!" You yelled over your shoulder.
"It's you you should be worried about!" You could hear the smile in his voice. He caught up to you right as you reached the car. He took the books from you and set them gently inside the car before pressing you to the side of the car. His lips met yours, taking your breath away.
"Want to get the end of this night started now?"
"Get in the car, Winchester."
