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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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."

Xander's eye widened further, "Uh right, right." He had remembered some mentions here and there of how bad their world was in comparison. Not that his, Buff's and Giles world was full of sunshine and rainbows either. There were deities getting involved, but not at that level.

"Yeah, ours was mostly just shifty people. Uh Giles mentioned something about a Powers That Be, I guess they'd be along those lines too." There were those smattering of reports from Deadboy's group, though things had fallen on the wayside of late.

Sam nodded. "I...honestly have no idea. Things were heading for a bad end in our world. We just...sort of did our best to make sure that didn't happen."

"Almost had a few bad ends, until we did. Like everybody else here. Makes you wonder why we tried so hard to stop it."

Xander then shook his head, "Wow, am I just really failing on the date conversations tonight."

Sam snorted, turning his hand over to squeeze Xander's. "I know. I can't say I'm much better."

Xander gave him a grin back, "So we're both in agreement on our sucky suckitude of dating." Though the hand holding and squeezing is nice. Very nice. He turned toward the movie again as the Fellowship were walking. And walking. Maybe they should have picked a shorter movie? Nah, this was ok, right? Even if they both knew it.

Sam watched it for a moment. "Next time, I think we look up drinking games." Because he knew there had to be drinking games. Though being drunk in the Sensorium might not be a good idea. Who knew?

"Drinking games, yeah, though maybe stick with non-alcoholic? Who has to pee first loses?" Xander's had the occasional beer, but between how his dad was, and how his future self could be, he hardly ever touches the stuff.

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