Living in Lies ✧ S.W [1]

chapter twenty-four

I slip on a casual sundress and tie my hair up into a ponytail before deciding I'm ready to go.

As I'm walking out of the door I suddenly stop in my tracks. I look down at my left hand to see my engagement ring on there.

A pang of guilt hits me as I take it off and place it into the bedside drawer on my side of the bed.

As much as I want to ignore the fact I am engaged and Sam doesn't know, I can't push aside knowing guilt is still taking over me.

For now, I have to focus on the now and I'll deal with the engagement later and how to explain this to Sam.

I walk out of my room to see Sam talking to Dean at the door. He hands Sam a pair of keys and raises an eyebrow at him.

"You two be good. I don't want baby to have a scratch on her when you get back. And if you actually have the balls to make a move clean up the back seats when-"

"Okay Dean I get it," Sam tells him with an obnoxious tone to his voice.

"I'm sorry to interrupt." I shyly walk over as my finger touches the area the wedding ring should be. "I'm ready to go whenever you are Sam."

A look of relief washes over him when he sees me.

"Great," he says and takes my hand while opening the door. "Lets blast."

We barely make it out the door before we hear Dean shout, "Don't crash baby!!"

I smile while we walk down the hallway.

"Dean really loves his car."

"More than me," Sam mumbles making me laugh. "Sometimes."

"I wouldn't doubt him a bit. It's beautiful."

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We finally make it to the busy back to the past themed bar where waitresses skate around on roller-skates and everything is sparkly.

Sam and I are sitting across from each other in a booth. He's still trying to take a good look at everything and let it sink in.

I tap my fingers and softly hum to the beat of Basket Case by Green Day as it plays on the large boom box in the middle of the restaurant.

"This is so cool," Sam exclaims, giving me a huge smile which makes me melt.

"I know," I chuckle. "My Dad used to take me here all the time as a teenager."

He slowly nods as the waitress suddenly comes up to us. We order our meals and she skates away.

"I hope it's okay with Dean that we take the impala out tonight. He seemed quite anxious when we were leaving," I say.

"He was," Sam says. "The Impala means a lot to him. Our uh Dad gave it to him."

"What a damn nice gift to give to your son," I say sarcastically, but see Sam doesn't really find it humorous. Clearing my throat, I bit my lip. "So, does your Dad know you're on a case in New Haven?"

Sam looks me in the eyes and I suddenly wish I could have taken back what I said.

"He passed away a couple of months ago," he softly tells me, looking at his cup of water.