Living in Lies ✧ S.W [1]

chapter six

"Are you serious?!" I laugh my true, natural, weird laugh, taking a long sip of my already fourth glass of wine, which is making me all giggly, and a little tipsy.

Sam laughs with me, then nods, taking a drink of his third glass of wine. His cheeks are becoming a rosy color.

I'm kind of glad we now have Dean to pick us both up.

"I was kind of the nerd in school. Still am I guess, or from what Dean tells me. Dean was always the popular one."

We both had originally first started to eat in silence, but then eventually, we started asking each other basic questions.

We started off with talking about school, the future, a bit of boring stuff. The more we began to talk, get comfortable, laugh, and have more drinks, the more our conversation has become entertaining, and interesting.

While we talk, we both pick down at our delicious meals that are both worth probably more than my dorm, for all I know.

"Okay, um...." He pauses. "What are your favourite flowers?"

I roll my eyes, and giggle.

"Wow...typical guy question. Don't take it by offence." I giggle louder, making him chuckle. "But, I have to stay with the classics. Roses have always been my favourite."

"What color?"

"All of the colors I guess. I love any kind of rose."

He chuckles.

"So..." I pause, and look over at him, setting my fork on the side of my plate, and leaning onto the table with my elbows. "What is Dean like?"

"Where do I start?" He groans, making me giggle. "Well, for one thing, he's usually the guy who gets all of the girls. Especially ones like you."

"What does that mean?!" I say, a little bit of frustration creeps in me. "Girl's like me?" Sam has been saying stuff like that all night, which has been bugging me.

"Well, for one thing. Your...beautiful." He says very quietly, giving me a small, bashful smile.

I feel slight heat rise in my cheeks, feeling my stomach do a flip flop. Dammit, hopefully my body isn't being obvious.

"Oh, shush." I wave at him, but shyly stare down at my plate. "What...else?"

"He is the older one."

I laugh, completely forgetting our small conversation before.

"Really?!"

Sam nods with his lips in a tight line, making me laugh harder. I take another sip of my wine.

"He's four years older than me." He explains, making me chuckle. Sam is so much taller than Dean, that it would make me assume he's older. But, then again, it makes sense for Dean to be older. I don't know why, but it just does.

"You two argue a lot." I giggle.

"You should hear us locked in his Impala, while travelling across states, hours on end."

"I can't imagine."

He chuckles at my sarcasm.

"You two...travel a lot?" I ask, feeling a little bit of disappointment burn in my chest, for hearing that. It makes me wonder if they will be leaving town soon.

He slowly nods, while drinking his wine.

"Yeah. Just part of our job."

I purse my lips.