trans_9 | Datey times of the awkward date [Semi-open, see OOC note]

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Datey times of the awkward date [Semi-open, see OOC note]

Nervous? Why should he be nervous? They talked before (kind of), they even married (though only for a mission mostly), and slept together( weirdest night EVER). Everything should be great. Full of song and dance... wait no, that's bad because that way leads to people burning up and he already apologized a million times for that demon.

Right, so it's sort of a date. Kind of. Maybe. Well it's just the two of them walking around and talking, it's harder to do the traditional dinner and a movie on the ship. There's not a Bronze-like place to hang out or a coffee place for coffee. Sooo ok, maybe this isn't a great idea, but Sam seemed to like it. He definitely liked it, so it's good.

Good.

Now about the knocking on the door part. He should really do something about that.

(OOC: After Sam's thread, gawkers, popcorn eaters, and the like are welcome to be peanut gallery to comment or run into them.)

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Sam had already been to the brig to badger Dean into eating. His brother still wasn't spending much time at the house. Which meant Sam was sleeping badly, but he'd survive.

It also meant that Dean wasn't there to make fun of him for the nervous near-panic over a date. Really, a date. He hadn't been on a date since...Sarah. Which wasn't exactly a date, no matter what Dean said. And the things he and Ruby did couldn't be counted as dates.

So. Date. With no clothes that were really date worthy but hell, neither were Xander's, most likely. "There are times I think I really hate that slug," he muttered, heading for the door. There hadn't been a knock, but he'd seen Xander from one of the windows. Taking a breath, he let it out slowly before opening the door. "Uh...hey."

Smooth, Sam. Real smooth.

Oh good, he already knew he was there. No knocking needed. Unless he thought he was being creepy and stalkery just standing there and not knocking? That would be bad, he's not like that. That's a Spike kind of thing to just stand around being stalkery and creepy. Not him.

"Hey!" He gave a wave of his hand and a small smile.

Yeah there should be more talking here. It's too quiet, because quiet means awkward and tense. All the things a date shouldn't be.

"So...all set?"

Not stalkery or creepy. At least, no more than Xander had already admitted to.

Sam glanced back, then nodded and stepped onto the porch. "Yeah. Tom's got Bobby right now. Have I thanked you yet for taking care of them while Dean was down? Because, you know, thanks. A lot."

"Oh, ok good. And hey, no problem. Mi casa su casa you know?" Xander fidgeted on his feet, and started to turn.

"So uh Sensoriums, Media Library?"

Sam moved to stand beside Xander. Which would make walking easier. "Umm. Well, the Media Library has all the movies and stuff. Though you can get anything from there in the Sensorium." He grinned at that. "It's where I normally hide out when I'm doing research."

"Sensoriums it is," He grinned and briefly glanced down at his hands before putting them in his pockets. There was that amusement park too, but maybe for next time. As long as there's no clowns.

He added, "Once walked in, and it looked like the Sunnydale High School's library where we used to do our research but it's too weird with nobody there." He had seen Giles and Buffy around a little but he thought GLADOS might have them or something.

Sam was all for the lack of clowns. If he'd known about the thought.

He nodded. "Yeah. I...tend to think up the house of...well, Bobby's house. The one the dog's named after. He's...kind of been a father-figure to me and Dean." More of a father than their own had been in a lot of ways.

"Giles been like that for us, especially Buffy and Dawn. But all of us haven't had great parental units to begin with. Well except for J-Buff's mom, she was awesome."

Sam nodded. "Yeah. Our dad...well, he tried." Mostly. It was something Sam hadn't entirely seen until after John was gone. "But he was also one of the most trying individuals I've ever known. We...butted heads a lot."

Xander wasn't sure what to say about his old man. When he wasn't drinking his own sorrows away, he was treating his wife and son like shit. It was something he was still getting over, and part of him always would be affected by it. How much it impacted his deep seated insecurities.

He just offered a small grim smile, "Least your's made an effort."

Sam looked at Xander for a moment, then tilted his head in agreement. "There is that. He did his best by us, even if it wasn't all that great." Hell, Dean still had a lot of issues stemming from the way Dad had treated them. "And he kept us together. Which was hard a lot of the time."

He knew later that they'd bugged out of a few towns right ahead of whatever the local social services was.

After a moment, he shook his head. "I don't think this is actually a good conversation topic for a date. Unless we're looking to go get drunk."

Xander nodded immediately in agreement.

"Yeah, it's a mood killer. Motion to change topics accepted and seconded."

But now they had to find a new topic, and nothing was forthcoming in his head.

Sam smiled at that. "So. How's the business going? Are there many people looking for furniture?"

He shrugged, "Slowly, though definitely had orders. Trying to work with this new Infrastructure department to get help and more projects. I still have a lot of supplies from XaXing though."

Sam thought back to the extension on the house. "Well, I don't think we're going to be needing help for a bit. Or...actually, that might not be a bad idea. If you're looking for a way to keep busy. Dean's...sort of caught up in a few other things."

Security. Hiding from Kaylee. Hiding from everybody. "Anyway. I'm not that good at building stuff, but I tote and haul as well as anybody could. And the extension's not going to finish itself."

"Oh sure if you guys still want it, I can keep going with it. A lot of the supports are up now."

Xander almost asked, but he hadn't seen much of the older brother. And what he had... for some reason, Dean's expressions at times made him think of his dad. The same self loathing and want to hurt others. Though at least he kept quiet on his way to the precinct.

"Yeah I noticed. So sure I got a tool if you want to nail a few. Uh boards. Boards yeah." That wasn't an awkward save at ALL, Xander, nope. Don't mind the blushing around the eye patch.

At least Dean didn't often turn that self-loathing outward. On demons and hunts, sure, but most of it was directed at himself. Which left Sam to worry, especially about what would happen if they went home and things went the way they were meant to. What would Dean do if Sam wasn't there to watch out for him?

Sam let out a breath and smiled. "Thanks. I know the City doesn't get a lot of weather, but I'd feel better if the walls were at least up." Since they did get rain every once in a while.

The verbal stumbling made Sam grin, tamping down on laughter. "I think we should probably table any talk of nailing for at least the second date." Assuming the first one went well.

"I'll bring the boards by, and get them up. The uh walls." Oh great, don't make it worse now.

His mental fumbling and yammering meant it took him a moment to catch Sam's laughter and comment. Oh god...wait, he said second date. As in he wants to do this again? Even though they're barely started on this one?

"Uh so this mean it's going well?" They were only reaching the Sensoriums rooms now after all.

Sam lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. "It's not going badly," he replied. "Of course, my last actual date was trying to get a girl to give me information on some items that we thought were connected with a haunting. Which, you know, probably doesn't actually count as a date since it was work."

Sam stepped into the Sensorium first, bringing up a movie theater. An old style one, where the seats were actually really comfortable. Sam paused a moment in the doorway, looking around. "Dean took me to a place like this. When we were kids. They were having a special showing of Star Wars and he made sure I saw it." Because Dean was good about things like that. "Not that we can get the Star Wars movies on ship. They aren't in the media library anywhere. Not even the crappy prequels."

Xander had to think for a moment. His last date hmmm... Renee and him didn't really get much chance to date before she was killed. Before, there was his and Ahn's last time together before the last Battle of Sunnydale as some later called it. Which meant...

"Beats my last official date, she turned out to be a demon who wanted to sacrifice me over the Hellmouth."

He gave an approving look at the theater. "Sunnydale had something like this. That went with the rest of the town though."

Sam almost had to laugh. "My last...well, I suppose you could call Ruby my girlfriend. Was priming me to break Lucifer out of his cage."

He figured that was probably about as bad as a Hellmouth.

"Man, I haven't even seen this place since I was...maybe ten? I'm amazed I even remember it." But man, it was a nice place. "I bet we find seats that already have popcorn and drinks there, too." It was the Sensorium for a reason.

"Yeah ok you win that round," Xander chuckled, and added, "Even money, there's chocolate too. Junior mints." The man still had a serious sweet tooth.

"I don't know. Sacrificed over a Hellmouth seems pretty awful too." It was strange to be able to joke about it. But their old worlds just didn't exist any more. Joking about it didn't seem so bad now.

He snorted at the Junior Mints. "I'll stick with peanut M&Ms." Sam liked his chocolate, too.

"Had weirder." And worse, but that wasn't really date talk either.

"Peanut M&Ms, ah, I see you're a fine connoisseur of the movie candy, sir."

Sam considered that for a moment. "Pretty sure I've had weirder, too. But not date conversation."

Seriously. Anything that had to do with the Trickster? Bad date conversation.

"Good for movies. Good for beaning Dean across the front seat of the Impala. And large enough not to disappear down the seats." Because that would just get Dean to KILL him.

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