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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"We never did the fireworks thing all that often." Sam tilted his head, watching the party on the screen. "Not unless Dean decided to do them. Dad never seemed to care one way or the other."

More like John was usually away on a job, but it amounted to the same thing in the end.

"This is going to sound bad, but the biggest one I saw? Was when I helped Giles blow up our old high school. Only way to take down our Mayor who had turned into a giant snake demon."

Xander then added, "Funny thing? I later helped rebuild the school, and then it got swallowed in crater with the rest of the town."

"Yeah. That'll do it. We...have had very little to do with high explosives. It's surprising that we haven't actually blown anything up yet." Given everything they'd dealt with over the years.

"You haven't? I thought you guys took on some major league baddies. Did all that with just guns and knives?" He had to admit that was really badass. And like him, they didn't even have any special powers.

"And salt and fire." Sam slouched down a bit. "The only place I can think of that we absolutely burned down was regular fire. The creature was a Tulpa, gaining power out of belief. We finally had to take the house down from around it so that the legends that gave it power wouldn't have anywhere to take hold."

Xander's eyebrow went up.

"Oooh, you had one of those too? We had this fear demon doing the same thing. Big entrance, liiiiittle show. Buff just had to squish him with her foot."

Sam snorted at that. "Something similar. These guys in town had gone into some old house and painted it up with weird symbols they found on old records or wherever the hell they got them from. One of them was a Tibetan spirit sigil to aid in the concentration of mental energies." He was paying attention to the movie, really. "These two guys made a website about the house and it's 'legend'. People read the site, believed it and that belief became reality."

Xander blinked, "In our case, it was funky symbols to make a house look extra scary for Halloween. It worked."

"Same sort of thing. In our case, it was a bunch of guys trying to make up a cool story."

"That figures. Hey, might have been the same kind of guys." Clearly it wasn't just the supernatural threats they had in common with their worlds.

Sam snorted. "Wouldn't really surprise me, somehow. There's always some guys out there that want to make their lives seem more interesting and end up making trouble for us."

Xander shrugged at that, settling more in his seat again.

"Yeah, I guess a lot of your hunts start that way."

Sam shrugged. "A lot of anything starts that way, though. You could say the same thing for cops. It's just what tools they're using."

"I guess though the only cops I knew were too busy trying to say the latest vampire attack was gang on PCP, or the demon was just a gas leak."

"Most cops don't know what the hell they're up against with the supernatural. It's easier for them to believe it's something simple. Easy. Like a gas leak or PCP." Sam relaxed into the chair. "That's what they know, that's what they're trained to handle. If they can put it into little boxes, it makes things less scary."

"I know. All it does is get them in trouble though." Or his group arrested but he wasn't going to mention that part.

He then turned to the screen as time passes, "He had to have some idea something was wrong with that ring. I wonder how much he fiddled with that envelope."

"All too often," Sam agreed, then was content to sit back and watch the movie.

He blinked when Xander spoke again. "He wouldn't even have needed to know something was wrong with it. I mean, yeah, he probably knew. Or suspected. But give someone something they aren't supposed to do anything with? They'll fiddle with it. A lot."

Xander nodded and gestured to the screen, "Yeah, yeah, Gandalf was sneaky. He knew Frodo would be curious about it. I bet he might have known he'd the one to carry it."

That hit a little too close to home. Sam grimaced, hunching down. "Yeah, Gandalf probably did. Or fixed it so that the ring ended up in the hands of somebody who could pretty well resist it."

Xander caught the grimace out of his good eye, so he turned toward him.

"Hey Sam, you ok?" he asked with concern.

Sam blinked, then sighed and shook his head. "I'm fine. It just...hits a sore spot. From home."

He and Dean had been played from their childhood. Hell, even before that. It didn't sit well.

Xander debated on what to do. His hand briefly reached out to lightly touch Sam's hand.

"Had evil rings of power? Or shifty plotty old guys?"

He wasn't expecting the touch. The person he was most used to being around was Dean, and Dean didn't do touching. So Sam started, blinking at Xander's hand, but didn't pull away.

"Shifty plotty old guys," he admitted. "Like, old from the beginning of time old."

Xander nodded at that with some understanding.

"They didn't live in the desert and have magic sticks, did they? I uh met some of the descendants of the wizards who helped start Slayers. They were pretty darn shifty."

He almost pulled his hand back at the blinking but when Sam didn't, he kept it there. Might not mean anything, but hey, it's a date. Supposed to be hand holding sometime, right? Not like they were crossing the other hurdles in a first date or anything.

Sam raised his other hand and pointed skyward. Then, after a moment, pointed down. "To the best of my knowledge, no magic sticks involved. Unless you count the angel swords."

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