Saturday, April 9, 2011

Snapshots: Wild Flowers

Title: Wild Flowers
Rating: PG-13
Author: Reportergirl13
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Jo
Word Count: 850
Prompt: This is part one in the Mini-Series based on the story written for feigned_living. They Used To Be Happy Snapshots into Sam and Jo’s life before the end.

Jo sighed as she reached under the counter grabbing a beer for the guy in front of her. It was a crazy night and the Roadhouse was packed with hunters. The creaking of the front door opening reached her ears from across the room. She looked up and grinned as Sam made his way into the room, a small bundle of wild flowers in his hand. She called out across the bar.

“Hey there Sammy.”

Sam glanced at Jo behind the counter and smiled at the use of his nickname as he slid onto the stool across from her. It had been two months since they met after his father died. Two months of late night phone calls, text messaging, and dropping by for information on jobs before he had the courage to ask her out.

“Hey Jo.”

“I’m almost done here and then we can head out.”

He nodded.

“Take your time.”

She moved around the bar with the kind of confidence that only someone who grew up in a place like this could have. His eyes followed her as she grinned at something a young hunter sitting at a table full of his friends said before her musical laughter floated through the crowded room, and warmth filled him.

When he first met Jo he thought for sure she’d been into Dean. His brother had definitely been into her, but when Dean approached Jo she’d turned him down. Dean being Dean had shrugged it off and went back to business as usual. Sam on the other hand had fared better. By the time they left the Roadhouse after taking care of the clown problem, he’d had her number with a promise of calling soon.

Things from there were sort of a blur as the phone calls got longer and more frequent, conversations turned from inquisitive to flirtatious, and visits no longer included his brother and her mother.

The clanking of a glass hitting the bar in front of him knocked Sam from his thoughts. He turned, glanced up and spotted Ellen’s smiling face.

“Hey sweetie, how ya doin?”

“I’m good. How are things?”

“Can’t complain. Where’s that brother of yours?”

Sam rolled his eyes. Dean had opted to stay at the motel instead of coming to the Roadhouse with Sam, claiming someone had to stay behind and do some work.

“Researching for our next hunt. We leave in the morning.”

Ellen nodded as she watched the younger Winchester scan the bar for her daughter. She sighed to herself. She wasn’t crazy about Jo dating one of John’s boys, but if she had to date one of them Ellen was glad she’d picked Sam. Dean was a good man from what she heard.

Fearless, loyal, and an amazing hunter like his father, but that was the problem. He was too much like John and Ellen didn’t want her only daughter getting her heart broken. She cleared her throat and Sam spun to face her eyebrow raised.

“She’s in back changing real quick. She’ll be right out.”

He nodded, shifting the flowers from hand to hand trying to calm the nervous energy inside him. Sam hadn’t been on a real date since Jessica and Jo well, she was different. Where Jessica had liked romance and pop music, Jo liked spontaneity and classic rock.

The biggest difference though, was he didn’t have to hide who he really was. Jo’s father had been a hunter and with the Roadhouse they were constantly around this life and knew what to expect. The thought calmed him slightly. At least they had that in their corner.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Sam blinked; startled to see Jo standing in front of him, smirk on her face. His eyes roamed over her body taking in her golden hair that fell in waves past her shoulders, Led Zeppelin t-shirt, and jeans that hugged her curves. He swallowed hard, she was beautiful.

“Sorry…you ready to go?”

She nodded and came around the counter as Sam stood, thrusting the flowers out towards her. Ellen smiled and Jo laughed, taking them from him and giving them an appreciative sniff. When she lifted her head there was mischief in her eyes.

“You know these are pretty nice, but it’s gonna take more than a few wild flowers to get into my pants. You’ll have to try a little harder Sammy.”

Sam’s face reddened and he scratched the back of his head as he stuttered.

“I’m not…I mean I wasn’t expecting…”

His voice trailed off when he heard Ellen’s chuckle and saw the amusement on Jo’s face. He frowned and sent a playful glare her way.

“You’re messing with me.”

She smirked.

“Sure am.”

He sighed as she linked her arm with his and dragged him towards the door.

“Come on Sammy you promised this girl a date to remember.”

He shook his head and waved to Ellen who watched them go. Sam let Jo pull him out of the bar, smile on his face. Jo was definitely different, but he liked it. It looked like with her in his life things would never be boring.

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