He still felt nervous. A voice inside his head said that was ridiculous, but the voice wasn't strong enough to make the butterflies in Sam's stomach go away. He wasn't the most creative of date-makers, especially not on the first go, so there wasn't really much. Dinner on the beach, a bonfire, maybe a night swim or a stroll. He wanted simple. ( Read more... )

He'd waited a day because, after the conversation with Jess, Sam had needed to get drunk. What he had really wanted -- but would probably never admit to easily -- was to talk to somebody. But he had a fear, probably irrational, that every woman he knew would have sided with Jess. Dean was coping with his own problems in his own way, and Sam ( Read more... )