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Caught Staring Part 1

Sam Winchester X Reader

Synopsis: You are sitting alone in a bar, nursing a beer when you feel a pair of eyes on you. What happens when you confront the man behind the eyes.

"Your usual?" The bartender asked, while wiping down the bar in front of you. It was the usual bar tender, a young woman named Mandy, who was slowly working her way through college. Usually working when you came in after work, the two of you had started becoming friends.

"Yes please." You answered, and she slid a cold glass of beer in front of you.

Instead of moving on to her next customer, she stayed in front of you, wiping down the same spot over and over. "That bad of a day?" She asked, but her eyes weren't on you, but somewhere behind you. You didn't concern yourself about it too much, she was always busy watching other customers.

Taking a little sip, you nodded. "The worst. I actually quit my job today."

Taking a minute to glare at the customer who just yelled at her, she turned her attention to you. "Well, I'm not really sorry about that. That job sucked. But I might have something to take your mind off of it."

Intrigued, you sat your beer down. "And what would that be? A million dollars and a month on a beach?" You teased, laughing as you spoke.

Leaning forward, she beckoned you closer. "I wish. But there is a very handsome man staring your way. Maybe he could help take your mind off of your issues."

"What?" You asked, wanting to turn and look automatically, but she stopped you. 

"No, don't look yet! He's still looking? Hmm, maybe we could do doubles. He's with another man, just as handsome, probably more my type. Oh shit, he's coming over!" She babbled, moving off to your left, and you watched as a very handsome, tall man with dark sandy blonde hair, wearing a leather coat took his place on a bar stool directly in front of Mandy.

Smiling, you couldn't believe how flustered your friend was over this guy. Yeah he was handsome, but he seemed to have an air of love em and leave em, and you didn't want to see her get hurt. You started to turn your attention back to your beer, when you felt someone's gaze on you. Turning your head slightly, you saw the culprit. He was sitting in a booth, bathed in shadows, but you could make out his tall, strong build, and long hair. He seemed mysterious, but not in a bad way. He didn't catch your glance, you had been lucky he had taken the time to take a sip of his drink while you looked. Turning back to the bar, you felt yourself blushing. You had never had the best luck with men, especially good looking men and you were certain this man fell into that department.

Sighing, you weighed your options. You could forget about the man, a man who seemed interested in you. You could call it a night, head home to your empty apartment, settling for a night of depressing thoughts about what you would do next in your life. Or you could step up, for once in your life, and make your way over there. The worst that could come from it would be ending up home, alone, once again. Mandy had left her eye candy for a moment, and was making her way over to you, two beers in her hand.

"Here. This one's for you. And this one is for Mr. tall and handsome back there who still has his eyes on you. Please don't chicken out." She told you, before taking her apron off, and walking around the counter. You could only smile as she came up to the other man, who wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked out the door.

Glancing down at the beers in your hand, you knew it was decided. Standing up, you made your way over to his booth, watching him watch you the entire way. It was kind of unnerving, and you almost turned around, or made a beeline for the door, twice. But you stayed on course, and as you moved closer, his features slowly started to come in view. He was tall, that was for sure, his shoulders broad, filling up most of his side of the booth. He had mahogany brown hair that curled at the end. It was full, and ended in the middle of his neck, part of it tucked behind one ear. His face was chiseled, but had a kindness, and an understanding to it. As you came closer, his eyes came into view. Man, they were spectacular, a unique mixture of blue, brown and green, and you knew you could become lost in them quite easily.

"Hi." You said, your voice low, nibbling on your bottom lip as you waited for his reply.

"Hi. Want to join me?" He asked, pointing to the seat across from him. You nodded, sitting down before sliding one of the beers his way. "Thanks." He said, grabbing it and taking a sip.

You weren't sure what to do next. Here you were, being brave, making the first move. But now that you had, you had no idea what the next step should be, and you felt awkward, almost wanting to fade into the leather upholstery.

Thankfully he took the next step, setting his beer down. "My name's Sam. What's yours?"

"Y/N." You answered quickly.

He smiled, a true, mind numbing smile that had you staring at him for a moment before you could listen to what he was saying. "That's a beautiful name. So Y/N, I never expected to see a woman like you sitting here, lonely and drinking by herself." He said, and you kind of bristled at his words.

"A woman like me?" You asked, wondering if you had already made a mistake at coming over to him.

He ran his hand through his hair, a look of frustration crossing his face. "That's not what I meant." He muttered. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this. I just meant with how beautiful you are, and how kind and genuine you seem." He said, trying to retract his words.

You relaxed then, knowing he was fumbling around just as much as you were. "It's alright, I'm pretty awkward with words too. I usually come here after a tough day at work. Mandy, the bar tender has become my friend, and I come here to let off some steam."

"I get that. I usually get left behind at bars. My brother picks up the girls, and I usually head home alone." He replied. "But it's nice having some time to myself. I just never imagined I would get lucky enough to get the attention of such a beautiful woman."

"So that was you're brother Mandy left with?" You questioned, blushing at his words as he nodded.

"Yeah. He's a ladies man. Just warn Mandy that no matter what we never stick around." He told you, his eyes searching your face, and you wondered if he was warning you along with Mandy.

"Traveling job?" You asked, and he nodded. 

"Yeah, my brother and I travel the country doing odd jobs." He said mysteriously, but you let it slide. "How about you? What job has you so stressed?"

Taking a sip of your beer, you waited to answer him. "Well, it's no job now, I guess. I just quit. But it was a job as a waitress. I just got tired of all the truckers groping me and my boss doing nothing about it."

You saw his hand tighten on his beer bottle. "I hate when men let things like that slide. You're not some piece of meat that anyone can lay there hands on." He answered, just as Dean came back through the door, a huge smile on his face.

"Hey Sammy, can I talk to you for a moment? Outside?" He asked, giving you the once over before winking at his brother. "Don't worry sweetheart, I will have him back to you in no time."

Sam looked over at you, asking for you approval, and you nodded, amazed that he would ask for it since you hadn't known each other very long.

He stood up, the movement hard with his long legs tucked under the table. You watch as both brothers left, enjoying the view of the tall, long legged hunter that you felt like you could easily fall for.

They weren't even gone for five minutes when you felt a hand wrap tight around your shoulder. "Excuse me Miss, I need you to come with me."  A deep, hoarse voice said, and you looked up into a pair of pitch black eyes.

Your squeal went unnoticed by the rest of the bar patrons. You weren't sure what was currently bruising your arm, but it was not human. You tried to break his hold, but it was too tight, and you could only follow along as he pulled you out of the booth, and through the back door.