I'm not a stupid girl, don't call me stupid, I'm just a hungry girl
Cowritten with demonboyking. Dean, its_myluckyday is mine.
Sam glanced at the article again from the passenger seat of the Impala as Dean drove down the long highway towards Pennsylvania. "I don't get it. A missing girl." He said, studying the blonde's picture. "They found her body. I'm not sure why Bobby thinks this is our kind of thing." Flipping through the journal he now kept as well, Sam frowned. "Granted, there has been signs of demonic activity in that vicinity. I just don't really know if it's coincidence or if it's connected."
"Why we're goin', Sammy," he replied, not looking away from the road. When it came to Bobby, he didn't steer them wrong. If Bobby said jump, the Winchesters said, 'How high?' So, the moment Dean got the call, his bag was in the trunk and his brother was in the front seat, no demon bitches in sight. Maybe a part of him was in fact keeping his brother from Ruby but he was fine with that. There were no new seal developments so, Pennsylvania it was. “What, did you suddenly grow outta’ recon?”
"What?" Sam said, pulling his eyes away from his notes and giving Dean a look. "No, I was just...." He pressed his lips together in a firm line. "...making conversation?" He shrugged. He was a little distracted and he couldn't help but wonder if Dean was trying to keep him away from Ruby. If that's why he took this job. And as if on cue, Sam's phone sounded and he grabbed it up quickly, looking at the screen. Feeling Dean's eyes on him, he frowned before hitting ignore. He'd call her later. "So what else did Bobby say?"
Eyes front, he didn’t glance down at the ringing phone. Chances were it was Ruby. Yeah, statistically it could’ve been anybody. But, had it been Jo, Bobby or someone who wasn’t Ruby, Sam probably would’ve answered. But Dean wasn’t going to jump to conclusions. No reason to get pissy over a phonecall. As it was, Dean had to make an effort not to get his brother even a little bit of attitude.
“…Bobby said that signs were pointing to something big going down. Weird weather patterns, that disappearance a year back, weird crop thing right outside of town. Something’s goin’ on. We’re goin’ to find out what. If there’s nothin’, there’s nothin’.” Dean kept back that Bobby was grabbing at straws when he sent the brothers to Pennsylvania. Dean remembered their conversation.
Bobby, you have to have somethin’. I can’t sit and stare at the Yeti any longer. It’s been weeks. Something. Seal. Demon. Wendigo. Anything…
“Next exit,” Dean added, pulling into the next lane, readying to take the offramp.
Sam didn't want to waste time with something that might be a nothing. Lilith was gearing up and he wanted to be ready for her. Ruby was checking a few leads out and Sam didn't want to go chasing jobs across the country that might not even be anything. But he didn't really want to argue with Dean right now. Things were already tense between them because of Ruby and the last thing Sam wanted was any more tension. "Well, let's hope it's not a wasted trip." He muttered mostly to himself.
“Yeah, let’s,” Dean replied, equally under his breath.
With their track record, it wasn’t, so he hoped for more reasons than one, that this wasn’t some holy red herring. Pulling off onto the exit ramp, Dean wondered where Cas was keeping himself. The last time they had seen him had been about a week back. So, without Cas’ blinding wisdom, Dean had to rely on Bobby.
Driving into town, Dean spotted where he really wanted to go. Never mind that he had eaten only a half hour ago. He was hungry again. Pulling up to the curb, he turned the ignition off.
“Goin’ to get a burger. Don’t break the car.” With that, he left the car and made his way into the nearby diner.
Sam frowned again as Dean pulled up in front of a diner. "But we just..." But he was met with the slamming of the Impala driver's side door. Exhaling sharply, Sam leaned his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. Dean was infuriating. Sam wasn't hungry, so he glanced around, seeing they were right next door to a motel. Opening the door, Sam slid out of the seat and shut it behind him. Opening his journal once more, he read over a few notes as he started walking towards the office to go ahead and get a room for their stay here in Rosewood.
He was completely focused on his notes and didn't see the small blonde walking towards him, completely distracted herself. Suddenly they collided, Sam's journal spilling to the ground. "Oh God. I'm so sorry." He said, holding a hand out to help her up. "I didn't mean to....are you okay?"
While Dean was hungry, Buffy was not. She had eaten way too much earlier that afternoon. Faith had stayed for seconds and Buffy had discharged junior Miss in order to locate the Emily girl. If she knew Sam had blabbed so soon about the supernatural, she would’ve accompanied her. But, because the girl was old enough to do whatever, Buffy stayed in favor of a brisk walk and yet another perusal of the files she was holding.
Of course, when Buffy had her nose in a file, the universe had to send her someone to completely knock into, causing her to drop her papers and notes and this very…tall, handsome stranger to drop his…journal of some sort.
“No, no, it’s totally my bad…I wasn’t looking…”
Buffy didn’t need help up, she wanted to help Sam get his things together before she gathered her files, the missing person’s report, autopsy report, all very awkward things to drop in front of a tall, dark, and very handsome stranger who hopefully couldn’t read at this point.
“I should watch where I’m going, not cracking the books.” She even inserted an awkward laugh she wished she had kept back.
Sam couldn't help but notice how pretty the girl was. And where there was a pretty girl, Sam had the tendency to turn into a blushing, bumbling idiot. Like now, for instance. "Oh, hey, no." He chuckled nervously, picking up her book and wrinkling his brow as he noticed the girl was reading over the same information he had been. The stuff about the missing girl. Standing up, he laughed again, a little nervously, still holding her stuff. "No, I, uh. I wasn't really paying attention were I was going either." He pressed his lips together in a tight smile. Glancing down at his hand, he realized he still had her stuff. "Oh, uh, this is yours. Sorry."
Handing her the stuff, He ran a hand over his longish hair, and raised his eyebrows, looking at her. "So, uh, you....I'm Sam." He smiled, cheeks warming a little as she looked at him like he was an idiot. He felt like one so it evened out. "I figured since I practically mowed you over, I should at least introduce myself."
“No, it’s fine…” Buffy replied. She had noticed the look the much, much taller man gave when he saw what she had been holding. Filing that away, she allowed herself to just relax and be attracted. Because, he was attractive. “Me, you’re Sam?” she asked, smirking. “So, you, uh, I’m Buffy. And we kind of did this mutual mowing thing. But, I appreciate the guilt introduction. Very suave.”
Putting her papers back in their file, she looked up, relaxing. She hadn’t known what this guy was carrying but it would help if she did. Then again, Sam could’ve been an innocent bystander who thought it was a little bit weird that Buffy was carrying, well, that. Maybe she’d never know.
“I’m new.” She didn’t know why she said it. But, she did. It flew out of her mouth. It was not her fault.
Sam relaxed a little, chuckling as the other girl, Buffy, took on part of the blame herself for the lack of paying attention. His cheeks flushed again as she said his guilt introduction was suave and somewhere he could almost hear Dean laughing his ass off. Suave? Not Sam. No. Dean was the suave one. He always had been, but Sam, he'd never really been what you'd call suave. He didn't exactly have a running tally of girls he'd been with or even dated. Not like Dean.
"Yeah, me too." He smiled, looking down at his journal in his hand, before meeting her eyes again. "New, I mean. In town. So, uh...are you..." He wrinkled his brow, wondering if he should ask about the missing girl information he'd seen or just see what she seemed to know first. "..staying at the Rosewood Inn?" Yeah Sam. Real suave.
“New?” she asked, trying to follow his train of thought. Had he been listening? But, what Sam actually asked made Buffy half-nod and look back towards the inn she had come from. Why yes, handsome stranger, were you stalking her? “No,” she answered with a shrug. “There’s an inn? That sounds…cozy.” Lying just seemed to make sense. “Are you here with your girlfriend?”
At the cozy inn? Buffy could just see the outer version of herself roll her eyes. But, she kept her smile up even though it was waning.
"Girlfriend?" Sam wrinkled his brow before shaking his head. "Uh, no. No, uh, girlfriend. I'm here with..." This is where Sam usually lied. Partner, collegue, whatever story he and Dean had cooked up for why they were in town. But for some reason, he didn't feel like lying. "..my brother. We're on...a road trip. He's actually over at the diner, even though we just ate." An easy laugh escaped him and he rolled his eyes a little. "That guy's always hungry."
“Yeah, I’m here with my-” But, she didn’t know what to call Samantha or Faith. “For work,” she replied quickly. “I’m here with coworkers. I’m working.” There, that idea made sense and questions usually didn’t follow with talk of work. And she was pretty and smart and could have easily been working. He didn’t know.
For work? Sam's brow arched in curiosity, wondering exactly what it was she was working on. Especially being that she had the same case information as he did. "Work." He nodded. "What do you do?" Maybe he was a little suave. No, probably not.
“Okay, nosey,” Buffy replied, pulling out her full-fledged girl. “What do you do for work, huh?” she asked, a finger to his chest which she immediately wished she…hadn’t done.
Sam's eyes widened as he felt her finger ram a little harder than he would've expected from a girl her size right into the center of his chest. Ow. "I'm sorry, I didn't...." A frown tugged at his lips and he wasn't really sure what to say for once. "I wasn't trying to...uh, I was just trying to make conversation. I'm sorry if I offended you."
Oh, crap. She had - no, that wasn’t what that was supposed to have done. It was supposed to be cute! And, and girly! Crap, crap, crap.
“No!” she exclaimed. “You didn’t. I was being cute. Um, reporter. I report. Write articles. I work for a newspaper,” she continued, barking off what came to her mind. I’m here doing a story.” Apparently with coworkers. Did they…go places with coworkers? She didn’t know. She made a mental note to ask Faith later…or someone else.
"A reporter." He repeated, his face showing the confusion he felt. There was something off about her story. Sam wasn't even sure reporters traveled in groups of people to write articles, but it didn't seem like it made much sense. But whatever it was she had to hide, Sam didn't want to call her out on it. He would find out, but he'd have to be careful about it. "Right. That's an, uh, interesting line of work. The travel has to be nice." He smiled, going along with it.
“Yep, nice. All the writing and the traveling that comes with - reporting but, I actually have to be not … here,” she said, checking her wrist where…there wasn’t a watch. Looking up, she smiled. “What do you do?” Because, she clearly had time?
"Me?" And there was the million dollar question that Sam should've been prepared for. "Oh, uh, right now, nothing. I was going to school, uh, Stanford actually." Ages ago. Lifetimes ago even. "But there was this family thing and now I'm just...like I said, road trip. With my brother." He laughed again, feeling awkward. "Are you...do you wanna get some coffee?" He blurted out before he could stop himself.
Well, that certainly - uh, changed the subject.
“Now?” she asked, the folder coming to her side, forgotten. Somehow, she couldn’t stop herself from adding, “Sure.” Tucking her hair behind her ear she smiled up at him. “I like coffee.” And she did. Then again, who didn’t? “Lead the way?”
Sam smiled when she accepted. He wasn't sure why he'd asked, other than she was really pretty and he kinda’ wanted to know more about her. Especially if it could help him and Dean with their own case. "Good. Me too." He lifted his brows. Obvious much, Sam? "Sure, uh, it' s just..." He jutted his thumb over his shoulder, back towards the diner. "Back this way." Another grin spread across his face.
“Right,” she replied. But, nobody was moving. So? She did. She moved past him, looked back and then up and then kept walking, waiting for him to fall in step. “So, you leave Stanford to road trip with your brother. What, you were just jonesing for a Jack Kerouac life fix?”
"Something like that." Sam replied, falling in step with Buffy as they walked towards the diner. He wasn't sure now if asking her to go to the diner was such a great idea, considering Dean was there and he was going to probably embarrass the hell out of Sam. But it was too late now, they were almost there. "Like I said, there was just this family thing and school wasn't something that was..." He lifted his broad shoulders in a shrug. "doable? So, I did what I needed to."
Buffy refrained from asking whether this meant money had been an issue or the delinquent had been kicked. She hoped it wasn’t the ladder. Coming to the front door she looked inside, eyes widening before she stopped and turned.
“Is there another coffee place? Like, a coffee coffee place? I’m feeling one of those so decadent your teeth ache concoctions and diners just have black with cream…I want to Venti my coffee with caramel - or cinnamon, oh, or, -” She stopped herself. “Kind…of a coffee junkie.”
"Um, I'm not sure?" Sam replied, glancing around, but not seeing anything within the vicinity. "I, or well, we, just got into town less than an hour ago. Maybe we can ask someone?" He scratched his head, rubbing his hand over and cupping the back of his neck.
“No,” she said, sighing and looking back inside. “Let’s just - my um, coworker’s inside. She’s - a character,” Buffy said, trying to explain Faith. “And she’s currently chatting someone up so maybe we could sit at the counter and talk…quietly?”
"Yeah, my brother's inside too." He had a slightly pained look on his face. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all. "So, uh, counter. Counter sounds good." He smiled, pulling the door open for her.
Buffy gladly walked past him and beelined for the counter, sliding onto a stool and grabbing a menu. Peering around it, she watched Faith, even half-heard her across the diner. That was definitely Faith. Loud and not afraid of what anybody around her thought. She rolled her eyes and glanced back at Sam.
“Sorry, she’s a big…” But, Buffy had no pretenses about her. “Whore.”
Sam purposely avoided looking around the diner, instead just keeping his gaze on the counter and making a beeline for it. Sliding onto the stool, he mimicked Buffy and picked up a menu himself. As Buffy made her comment, he wrinkled his brow in slight confusion before looking over in the direction she was. He saw Dean, sitting there talking to..."Faith?" He looked back at Buffy, confused. "You know Faith?" He asked, things suddenly making a little more sense than they did just minutes before. "That's uh, my brother she's talking to. I'm sure the same sentiment could be used for him as well."
“Of course I mean Faith. Her bed posts aren’t just notched, they’re whittled down and--” She paused, looking back at him. Then at Dean, then back at Sam. “Wait, you know Faith? How do you know Faith?”
"My brother, he uh..." Sam laughed, a little uncomfortably. "..they..." Wow he really didn't want to have to say it. Even though he'd definitely had to hear it through the walls of the hotel. "Wait, you know Faith too." He arched his brow looking at her. "You're not a reporter are you?"
“You’re not on some self-discovery gender-bent Flowers in the Attic road trip, are you?” Buffy asked, challenging him right back.
Sam blushed, unable to keep from laughing. "Touche'." He shook his head. "And no, not exactly. But I did mean it when I said there was a family issue that sidetracked my college career."
Glancing back at Faith, seeing her thrusting her cleavagy chest at his brother, she figured they at least weren’t a danger. Pushing the attacking Sam thought out of her mind, she looked back. “I’m not a reporter,” she admitted. “How…do you know Faith? Not your brother,” Part of her was asking if Sam had slept with Faith, part of her was fishing for how much Sam knew.
"Oh, uh..." Sam looked over at Dean who was totally into his conversation with Faith that he had a feeling would end up exactly where it had last time. Bringing his attention back to Buffy, he pressed his lips together and raised his brows. "Dean and I were...we were working this job in uh, Indiana. Turns out Faith was there for the same thing." He glanced around the counter, lowering his voice. "Demons." Clearing his throat, he shrugged. "We decided to help each other out and afterward we all went out for a beer. Turns out they...kinda hit it off." He gave her a knowing look.
“Faith kind of just…hits it off,” Buffy replied, looking over at the two of them. Demons. Good, there was no reason for pretenses. She could get used to that. “So, you’re…hunters?” she asked. “Guess you’re well versed in slayers, then.” If there was a cup in front of her she would’ve been playing with it but there wasn’t. She had nothing to fidget with and Sam’s eyes were becoming a distraction. “I’m Buffy,” she finally said, holding her hand out. “The vampire slayer, and you are?”
Sam glanced at the article again from the passenger seat of the Impala as Dean drove down the long highway towards Pennsylvania. "I don't get it. A missing girl." He said, studying the blonde's picture. "They found her body. I'm not sure why Bobby thinks this is our kind of thing." Flipping through the journal he now kept as well, Sam frowned. "Granted, there has been signs of demonic activity in that vicinity. I just don't really know if it's coincidence or if it's connected."
"Why we're goin', Sammy," he replied, not looking away from the road. When it came to Bobby, he didn't steer them wrong. If Bobby said jump, the Winchesters said, 'How high?' So, the moment Dean got the call, his bag was in the trunk and his brother was in the front seat, no demon bitches in sight. Maybe a part of him was in fact keeping his brother from Ruby but he was fine with that. There were no new seal developments so, Pennsylvania it was. “What, did you suddenly grow outta’ recon?”
"What?" Sam said, pulling his eyes away from his notes and giving Dean a look. "No, I was just...." He pressed his lips together in a firm line. "...making conversation?" He shrugged. He was a little distracted and he couldn't help but wonder if Dean was trying to keep him away from Ruby. If that's why he took this job. And as if on cue, Sam's phone sounded and he grabbed it up quickly, looking at the screen. Feeling Dean's eyes on him, he frowned before hitting ignore. He'd call her later. "So what else did Bobby say?"
Eyes front, he didn’t glance down at the ringing phone. Chances were it was Ruby. Yeah, statistically it could’ve been anybody. But, had it been Jo, Bobby or someone who wasn’t Ruby, Sam probably would’ve answered. But Dean wasn’t going to jump to conclusions. No reason to get pissy over a phonecall. As it was, Dean had to make an effort not to get his brother even a little bit of attitude.
“…Bobby said that signs were pointing to something big going down. Weird weather patterns, that disappearance a year back, weird crop thing right outside of town. Something’s goin’ on. We’re goin’ to find out what. If there’s nothin’, there’s nothin’.” Dean kept back that Bobby was grabbing at straws when he sent the brothers to Pennsylvania. Dean remembered their conversation.
Bobby, you have to have somethin’. I can’t sit and stare at the Yeti any longer. It’s been weeks. Something. Seal. Demon. Wendigo. Anything…
“Next exit,” Dean added, pulling into the next lane, readying to take the offramp.
Sam didn't want to waste time with something that might be a nothing. Lilith was gearing up and he wanted to be ready for her. Ruby was checking a few leads out and Sam didn't want to go chasing jobs across the country that might not even be anything. But he didn't really want to argue with Dean right now. Things were already tense between them because of Ruby and the last thing Sam wanted was any more tension. "Well, let's hope it's not a wasted trip." He muttered mostly to himself.
“Yeah, let’s,” Dean replied, equally under his breath.
With their track record, it wasn’t, so he hoped for more reasons than one, that this wasn’t some holy red herring. Pulling off onto the exit ramp, Dean wondered where Cas was keeping himself. The last time they had seen him had been about a week back. So, without Cas’ blinding wisdom, Dean had to rely on Bobby.
Driving into town, Dean spotted where he really wanted to go. Never mind that he had eaten only a half hour ago. He was hungry again. Pulling up to the curb, he turned the ignition off.
“Goin’ to get a burger. Don’t break the car.” With that, he left the car and made his way into the nearby diner.
Sam frowned again as Dean pulled up in front of a diner. "But we just..." But he was met with the slamming of the Impala driver's side door. Exhaling sharply, Sam leaned his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. Dean was infuriating. Sam wasn't hungry, so he glanced around, seeing they were right next door to a motel. Opening the door, Sam slid out of the seat and shut it behind him. Opening his journal once more, he read over a few notes as he started walking towards the office to go ahead and get a room for their stay here in Rosewood.
He was completely focused on his notes and didn't see the small blonde walking towards him, completely distracted herself. Suddenly they collided, Sam's journal spilling to the ground. "Oh God. I'm so sorry." He said, holding a hand out to help her up. "I didn't mean to....are you okay?"
While Dean was hungry, Buffy was not. She had eaten way too much earlier that afternoon. Faith had stayed for seconds and Buffy had discharged junior Miss in order to locate the Emily girl. If she knew Sam had blabbed so soon about the supernatural, she would’ve accompanied her. But, because the girl was old enough to do whatever, Buffy stayed in favor of a brisk walk and yet another perusal of the files she was holding.
Of course, when Buffy had her nose in a file, the universe had to send her someone to completely knock into, causing her to drop her papers and notes and this very…tall, handsome stranger to drop his…journal of some sort.
“No, no, it’s totally my bad…I wasn’t looking…”
Buffy didn’t need help up, she wanted to help Sam get his things together before she gathered her files, the missing person’s report, autopsy report, all very awkward things to drop in front of a tall, dark, and very handsome stranger who hopefully couldn’t read at this point.
“I should watch where I’m going, not cracking the books.” She even inserted an awkward laugh she wished she had kept back.
Sam couldn't help but notice how pretty the girl was. And where there was a pretty girl, Sam had the tendency to turn into a blushing, bumbling idiot. Like now, for instance. "Oh, hey, no." He chuckled nervously, picking up her book and wrinkling his brow as he noticed the girl was reading over the same information he had been. The stuff about the missing girl. Standing up, he laughed again, a little nervously, still holding her stuff. "No, I, uh. I wasn't really paying attention were I was going either." He pressed his lips together in a tight smile. Glancing down at his hand, he realized he still had her stuff. "Oh, uh, this is yours. Sorry."
Handing her the stuff, He ran a hand over his longish hair, and raised his eyebrows, looking at her. "So, uh, you....I'm Sam." He smiled, cheeks warming a little as she looked at him like he was an idiot. He felt like one so it evened out. "I figured since I practically mowed you over, I should at least introduce myself."
“No, it’s fine…” Buffy replied. She had noticed the look the much, much taller man gave when he saw what she had been holding. Filing that away, she allowed herself to just relax and be attracted. Because, he was attractive. “Me, you’re Sam?” she asked, smirking. “So, you, uh, I’m Buffy. And we kind of did this mutual mowing thing. But, I appreciate the guilt introduction. Very suave.”
Putting her papers back in their file, she looked up, relaxing. She hadn’t known what this guy was carrying but it would help if she did. Then again, Sam could’ve been an innocent bystander who thought it was a little bit weird that Buffy was carrying, well, that. Maybe she’d never know.
“I’m new.” She didn’t know why she said it. But, she did. It flew out of her mouth. It was not her fault.
Sam relaxed a little, chuckling as the other girl, Buffy, took on part of the blame herself for the lack of paying attention. His cheeks flushed again as she said his guilt introduction was suave and somewhere he could almost hear Dean laughing his ass off. Suave? Not Sam. No. Dean was the suave one. He always had been, but Sam, he'd never really been what you'd call suave. He didn't exactly have a running tally of girls he'd been with or even dated. Not like Dean.
"Yeah, me too." He smiled, looking down at his journal in his hand, before meeting her eyes again. "New, I mean. In town. So, uh...are you..." He wrinkled his brow, wondering if he should ask about the missing girl information he'd seen or just see what she seemed to know first. "..staying at the Rosewood Inn?" Yeah Sam. Real suave.
“New?” she asked, trying to follow his train of thought. Had he been listening? But, what Sam actually asked made Buffy half-nod and look back towards the inn she had come from. Why yes, handsome stranger, were you stalking her? “No,” she answered with a shrug. “There’s an inn? That sounds…cozy.” Lying just seemed to make sense. “Are you here with your girlfriend?”
At the cozy inn? Buffy could just see the outer version of herself roll her eyes. But, she kept her smile up even though it was waning.
"Girlfriend?" Sam wrinkled his brow before shaking his head. "Uh, no. No, uh, girlfriend. I'm here with..." This is where Sam usually lied. Partner, collegue, whatever story he and Dean had cooked up for why they were in town. But for some reason, he didn't feel like lying. "..my brother. We're on...a road trip. He's actually over at the diner, even though we just ate." An easy laugh escaped him and he rolled his eyes a little. "That guy's always hungry."
“Yeah, I’m here with my-” But, she didn’t know what to call Samantha or Faith. “For work,” she replied quickly. “I’m here with coworkers. I’m working.” There, that idea made sense and questions usually didn’t follow with talk of work. And she was pretty and smart and could have easily been working. He didn’t know.
For work? Sam's brow arched in curiosity, wondering exactly what it was she was working on. Especially being that she had the same case information as he did. "Work." He nodded. "What do you do?" Maybe he was a little suave. No, probably not.
“Okay, nosey,” Buffy replied, pulling out her full-fledged girl. “What do you do for work, huh?” she asked, a finger to his chest which she immediately wished she…hadn’t done.
Sam's eyes widened as he felt her finger ram a little harder than he would've expected from a girl her size right into the center of his chest. Ow. "I'm sorry, I didn't...." A frown tugged at his lips and he wasn't really sure what to say for once. "I wasn't trying to...uh, I was just trying to make conversation. I'm sorry if I offended you."
Oh, crap. She had - no, that wasn’t what that was supposed to have done. It was supposed to be cute! And, and girly! Crap, crap, crap.
“No!” she exclaimed. “You didn’t. I was being cute. Um, reporter. I report. Write articles. I work for a newspaper,” she continued, barking off what came to her mind. I’m here doing a story.” Apparently with coworkers. Did they…go places with coworkers? She didn’t know. She made a mental note to ask Faith later…or someone else.
"A reporter." He repeated, his face showing the confusion he felt. There was something off about her story. Sam wasn't even sure reporters traveled in groups of people to write articles, but it didn't seem like it made much sense. But whatever it was she had to hide, Sam didn't want to call her out on it. He would find out, but he'd have to be careful about it. "Right. That's an, uh, interesting line of work. The travel has to be nice." He smiled, going along with it.
“Yep, nice. All the writing and the traveling that comes with - reporting but, I actually have to be not … here,” she said, checking her wrist where…there wasn’t a watch. Looking up, she smiled. “What do you do?” Because, she clearly had time?
"Me?" And there was the million dollar question that Sam should've been prepared for. "Oh, uh, right now, nothing. I was going to school, uh, Stanford actually." Ages ago. Lifetimes ago even. "But there was this family thing and now I'm just...like I said, road trip. With my brother." He laughed again, feeling awkward. "Are you...do you wanna get some coffee?" He blurted out before he could stop himself.
Well, that certainly - uh, changed the subject.
“Now?” she asked, the folder coming to her side, forgotten. Somehow, she couldn’t stop herself from adding, “Sure.” Tucking her hair behind her ear she smiled up at him. “I like coffee.” And she did. Then again, who didn’t? “Lead the way?”
Sam smiled when she accepted. He wasn't sure why he'd asked, other than she was really pretty and he kinda’ wanted to know more about her. Especially if it could help him and Dean with their own case. "Good. Me too." He lifted his brows. Obvious much, Sam? "Sure, uh, it' s just..." He jutted his thumb over his shoulder, back towards the diner. "Back this way." Another grin spread across his face.
“Right,” she replied. But, nobody was moving. So? She did. She moved past him, looked back and then up and then kept walking, waiting for him to fall in step. “So, you leave Stanford to road trip with your brother. What, you were just jonesing for a Jack Kerouac life fix?”
"Something like that." Sam replied, falling in step with Buffy as they walked towards the diner. He wasn't sure now if asking her to go to the diner was such a great idea, considering Dean was there and he was going to probably embarrass the hell out of Sam. But it was too late now, they were almost there. "Like I said, there was just this family thing and school wasn't something that was..." He lifted his broad shoulders in a shrug. "doable? So, I did what I needed to."
Buffy refrained from asking whether this meant money had been an issue or the delinquent had been kicked. She hoped it wasn’t the ladder. Coming to the front door she looked inside, eyes widening before she stopped and turned.
“Is there another coffee place? Like, a coffee coffee place? I’m feeling one of those so decadent your teeth ache concoctions and diners just have black with cream…I want to Venti my coffee with caramel - or cinnamon, oh, or, -” She stopped herself. “Kind…of a coffee junkie.”
"Um, I'm not sure?" Sam replied, glancing around, but not seeing anything within the vicinity. "I, or well, we, just got into town less than an hour ago. Maybe we can ask someone?" He scratched his head, rubbing his hand over and cupping the back of his neck.
“No,” she said, sighing and looking back inside. “Let’s just - my um, coworker’s inside. She’s - a character,” Buffy said, trying to explain Faith. “And she’s currently chatting someone up so maybe we could sit at the counter and talk…quietly?”
"Yeah, my brother's inside too." He had a slightly pained look on his face. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all. "So, uh, counter. Counter sounds good." He smiled, pulling the door open for her.
Buffy gladly walked past him and beelined for the counter, sliding onto a stool and grabbing a menu. Peering around it, she watched Faith, even half-heard her across the diner. That was definitely Faith. Loud and not afraid of what anybody around her thought. She rolled her eyes and glanced back at Sam.
“Sorry, she’s a big…” But, Buffy had no pretenses about her. “Whore.”
Sam purposely avoided looking around the diner, instead just keeping his gaze on the counter and making a beeline for it. Sliding onto the stool, he mimicked Buffy and picked up a menu himself. As Buffy made her comment, he wrinkled his brow in slight confusion before looking over in the direction she was. He saw Dean, sitting there talking to..."Faith?" He looked back at Buffy, confused. "You know Faith?" He asked, things suddenly making a little more sense than they did just minutes before. "That's uh, my brother she's talking to. I'm sure the same sentiment could be used for him as well."
“Of course I mean Faith. Her bed posts aren’t just notched, they’re whittled down and--” She paused, looking back at him. Then at Dean, then back at Sam. “Wait, you know Faith? How do you know Faith?”
"My brother, he uh..." Sam laughed, a little uncomfortably. "..they..." Wow he really didn't want to have to say it. Even though he'd definitely had to hear it through the walls of the hotel. "Wait, you know Faith too." He arched his brow looking at her. "You're not a reporter are you?"
“You’re not on some self-discovery gender-bent Flowers in the Attic road trip, are you?” Buffy asked, challenging him right back.
Sam blushed, unable to keep from laughing. "Touche'." He shook his head. "And no, not exactly. But I did mean it when I said there was a family issue that sidetracked my college career."
Glancing back at Faith, seeing her thrusting her cleavagy chest at his brother, she figured they at least weren’t a danger. Pushing the attacking Sam thought out of her mind, she looked back. “I’m not a reporter,” she admitted. “How…do you know Faith? Not your brother,” Part of her was asking if Sam had slept with Faith, part of her was fishing for how much Sam knew.
"Oh, uh..." Sam looked over at Dean who was totally into his conversation with Faith that he had a feeling would end up exactly where it had last time. Bringing his attention back to Buffy, he pressed his lips together and raised his brows. "Dean and I were...we were working this job in uh, Indiana. Turns out Faith was there for the same thing." He glanced around the counter, lowering his voice. "Demons." Clearing his throat, he shrugged. "We decided to help each other out and afterward we all went out for a beer. Turns out they...kinda hit it off." He gave her a knowing look.
“Faith kind of just…hits it off,” Buffy replied, looking over at the two of them. Demons. Good, there was no reason for pretenses. She could get used to that. “So, you’re…hunters?” she asked. “Guess you’re well versed in slayers, then.” If there was a cup in front of her she would’ve been playing with it but there wasn’t. She had nothing to fidget with and Sam’s eyes were becoming a distraction. “I’m Buffy,” she finally said, holding her hand out. “The vampire slayer, and you are?”