Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Bad time to be single part 1(Stam)

 When Sam signed up for the internship in Beacon Hills, he didn't expect the town to be so small. He'd hoped to land a gig somewhere like New York but here he was. It reminded him of Lawrence Kansas, his home town. Granted he hadn't lived there since he was a baby, he had visited a few times over the years.

He'd been in town no more than twenty-four hours and had already noticed the oddities. He was certain there was a werewolf who lived just down from where he was staying, though he didn't seem dangerous. The energy of the town reminded Sam of his childhood. He grew up hunting the supernatural with his brother and their dad. When he graduated high school though, he put that life behind him. He went to law school and had just graduated from Stanford. His father had basically disowned him after that. He still kept in contact with his brother though.

"Hey handsome," Sam heard a voice speak up then. He was currently at a local bar having a beer after a long day. He looked over to see the bartender smiling at a guy approaching the bar. He looked to be about the same age as Sam.

"Can I get a whiskey, neat?" The guy asked with a sigh.

"Rough day?" The bartender asked with a flirty smile.

"You could say that," The guy gave a nod.

"You're the sheriff's son, right?" The bartender asked as he made the man's drink.

"Yeah, Stiles," The guy nodded.

Sam frowned when he noticed the glint in the bartender's eyes as car passed by the window. The headlights caused a reflection that Sam recognized as a shifter. He tensed.

"Tell me, any luck on finding out what's been attacking those men?" The bartender asked with curious eyes.

"Not that I know of," Stiles answered with a frown.

"What men?" Sam piped in then, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Several men have been found dead in their homes over the past few days. No signs of a break in and no apparent signs of a struggle. It seems they'd all been poisoned but they don't know what the toxin is," Stiles explained with a shrug.

Sam narrowed his eyes suspiciously. That sounded like something Dean would investigate.

"Any connection between the victims?" Sam pressed as he pulled out his phone. He wasn't sure where Dean was, but it was worth mentioning to him.

"Just that they were all single men," Stiles shrugged.

"Bad time to be single then, huh?" The bartender winked at Stiles.

"Yeah," Stiles blushed lightly as he took a sip of his drink.

Sam wasn't surprised the bartender was hitting on Stiles. He was cute, but something about the exchange was off.

Sam's phone dinged letting him know Dean had responded to his text.

"I'm in Wyoming. You could get your hands dirty every once in a while, Sammy. It won't kill you."

Sam sighed at the text. He should have guessed Dean would say that.

"I haven't seen you around her before, you new to town?" Stiles asked then, his attention on Sam.

"Yeah, I'm interning here at the local law firm," Sam nodded, putting his phone away.

"Really? Well welcome to Beacon Hills," Stiles smiled warmly at him.

"Thanks," Sam returned the smile.

Suddenly another beer was placed in front of him.

"On me," The bartender winked at Sam this time.

Sam was going to turn it down and head home, but he decided it would be a good excuse to gain Stiles' trust. Then maybe he'd be willing to share info about the men that had died.

"So are you working on this case or are you just in the know cause of your connections in the sheriff's station?" Sam asked then, trying to sound nonchalant. It had been a while since he worked a case, he forgot how to be subtle.

"I just finished the FBI program actually, I'm not officially on the case, but I'm legally allowed to ask questions," Stiles smiled again.

Sam decided he liked Stiles' smile. He reminded Sam of his ex-girlfriend, Jessica. She had the same soft brown eyes, and plump lips.

"What'd you say your name was?" The bartender asked, cutting in then.

"Sam," He answered. He avoided telling anyone his last name, especially someone who might be a shifter. His brother was no secret in the supernatural world and Sam liked to keep their relation quiet. It kept him out of trouble.

"I'm Dalton."

"He's only been in town a few weeks so he's new as well," Stiles pointed out.

This caused Sam to ponder for a moment. He'd only been in town a few weeks. He wondered how long ago it had been since the first killing, however that didn't really fit the MO of a shifter.

"You must know the best types of whiskey. My brother is a big drinker and his birthday is coming up, would you mind giving me a suggestion?" Sam asked.

"Sure thing, I can recommend a few actually," Dalton nodded in agreement.

"Would you mind writing them down for me so I don't forget?" Same pulled a pen from his pocket and slid it across the bar, along with the unused napkin next to his drink.

"Sure," Dalton took the pen and napkin.

Sam frowned slightly, if Dalton had been a shifter, the pen would have burned him. It was silver. It had been a gift from Dean. If he wasn't a shifter than what was he?

Dalton slid the napkin back with a large grin that made Sam uneasy.

"Thank you," Sam gave an innocent look. It was then that he noticed the number scrawled just under the whiskey recommendations.

Dalton disappeared into the back, leaving Sam and Stiles alone. The bar was empty besides the two of them.

"How long are you in town?" Stiles asked Sam then, looking up from his phone.

"A few more weeks," Sam shrugged. He didn't know exactly how long yet.

"Well if you ever need anyone to show you the best places to eat in town, I'd be happy to help. I've lived here all my life," Stiles offered easily.

"I'd like that actually, if I have to eat another diner burger, I may be sick," Sam laughed. Truth was he hadn't actually had time to eat anywhere else. The diner was across from his hotel, so it was easy.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Stiles asked with a slight blush on his cheeks.

"I get out of the office at one tomorrow," Sam wasn't sure if Stiles was asking him on a date or just being polite.

"Great, wanna do a late lunch then?" Stiles offered shyly.

Sam worried about making friends while in town, but this might be a good way of getting more info about the possible case. It's what Dean would do, at least that's what he was telling himself.

"Sounds good," Sam agreed. What would lunch hurt? Besides Stiles knew he wasn't going to be in town long. He was probably just trying to be polite. That thought disappointed Sam slightly, but he dismissed it. It was easier not being in a relationship. You didn't have to worry about getting hurt.

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