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"Shit," Sam cursed as the glass smashed to the ground, landing near his seat in a bunch of tiny shards. However, he didn't focus on the fallen shot for too long. When he looked up, the girl had made her way across the bar and was now standing less than three feet away, gazing around while her blonde friend barked an order to the guy behind the bar. While she looked in the other direction, bobbing her head to the music that played in the background, Sam took his chance to gaze at her.
Her brown curls, that only two years ago had hung barely past her shoulders, now fell midway down her back. Her olive green tank hugged her little waist and chest perfectly, and the white capri's she'd paired with the top did the exact same for her butt.
As his eyes canvassed her, multiple things ran through his mind. However, the most prominent was; how was this the pale, comatose girl he'd seen only two years ago?
"Quit starin' and make a damn move already," Dean grumbled out of nowhere, tired of watching his brother make eyes at this girl. Sam glared at his brother, who innocently sipped his beer, before turning back to where the girl had been.
But by that time, she was already halfway across the bar.
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"How about that one?" Sylvie asked, pointing to a guy with too much dark facial hair. "Sylvie, I'm not drunk enough to find any of these guys attractive." I sighed. She rolled her eyes. "Fine." It was silent for a moment as my eyes scanned the throng of people in the tiny space. "I'll go get us another round." She announced suddenly, getting up from the table we currently occupied. I watched as she made her way to the bar again, where a tall man with spiky brown hair and piercing green eyes stood, sipping a schooner of beer. He was cute, but the guy next to him, I noticed, was much cuter. Even taller than the guy beside him, with broad shoulders and brown hair that just barely covered the tips of his ears. He had a soft smile and dimples, and definitely didn't look like the type of boy you'd find in a shitty bar like this.
Neither of them did.
I didn't even realize I was staring until it was too late- he caught me. Quickly, to avoid meeting his eyes, I ducked my head and looked away. I silently prayed he wouldn't act on it, as I had no idea what to say. Of course, I'd had previous interactions with men, and I'd never been awkward around the opposite sex, but something about me staring at him from across the bar didn't scream "romantic".
"Hi," a voice spoke in front of me, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I looked up, coming face to face with the man from the bar.
God, he was even cuter up close.
"Hi," I returned his friendly smile and looked directly into his eyes.
"I'm Sam." He replied, holding out his hand. I grasped it, shaking it gently. "Hazel." I introduced myself.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help but notice your friend sorta ditched you for my brother over there," he said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder, "so I decided instead of third-wheeling, I'd come keep you company." His eyes crinkled when he smiled, and laughed. "Well thank you. That's very sweet."
"Do you mind if I..?" He asked, gesturing towards Sylvie's empty chair.
"No, not at all." I smiled again as he took the seat.
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As it turned out, Sam Winchester was quite the character. Not only was he insanely handsome and friendly, he was also extremely intelligent. He had been everywhere and seen everything, which was more than I could say for myself. After only ten minutes with him, I felt like I'd known him my whole life.
"So then Dean and I ended up building the entire treehouse ourselves," Sam said, eyes faraway as he recounted his favorite memory of him and his older brother. I laughed, enjoying hearing it as much as he was enjoying telling it. "So you guys are pretty close, huh?" I asked, leaning forward on my elbow, chin resting on my open palm. Sam took a swig of his beer. "Nah. We just deal with each other," I looked at him, confused, and he laughed at my expression, "I'm joking. We're really close. We have our fair share of arguments and disagreements, but that's life on the road for ya." I nodded, taking a sip of water. I had broken my promise of "one drink" about two beers ago, and decided not to push it any more.
"Do you have siblings?" Sam asked, his intense eyes holding my gaze.
My mind went back to the family I had left behind, thinking of my sister Ashley and my brother Calum. I remembered Ashley's horrible words and Calum's stony stare.
"Um, I did," I replied, rubbing my arms in an attempt to warm the cold feeling that had settled over me, "but we don't really.. Associate anymore." Sam's eyes softened. "I'm so sorry." He spoke, placing his hand on my arm gently. Warmth bloomed on my skin directly beneath his touch, and I smiled.
"It's alright, it's the past."
And for the first time, I actually felt like that was the truth.
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It happened, they MET!!
I can't tell if I like this chapter as much as I thought I would, but I am happy that they finally met.
Also, a lot of Hazel's backstory is gonna be coming to light really soon, so you won't be left guessing for long (:
And finally, thankyouall SO much for reading Parallel, adding it to your lists, voting and commenting. I love hearing your thoughts, it makes my day!
