Chapter 6
San Francisco, California
Madison’s Apartment
(13 Weeks)
Sam closed his phone and frowned. That was the second time he had tried to call Dean and no answer. He hoped everything was okay. He sighed and glanced out the window. He heard Madison open the door and walk back inside. He had spent a few hours sleeping on her couch last night, but aside from that he’d been on look out for Kurt.
Madison walked into the room sorting through her mail. When she glanced over at him he gave her an uncomfortable smile. She grinned back and went back to sorting through the mail. He shook his head. What the hell was wrong with him?
It’s not like he’s never spoken to a girl…He really needed to stop being such an idiot. If only Dean could see him now. Madison’s voice broke through his thoughts.
“Um…do you wanna sit on the couch?”
Sam shook his head, palm up.
“No, no. I’m okay.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“It’s more comfortable.”
He smiled.
“I’m fine…thanks though.”
She shrugged, walked out of the room and came back with a basket full of laundry. Sam frowned slightly as she made her way over to the table and dumped out all the clothes. Sam glanced at the table and his eyes widened. It was full of scraps of lace and satin.
His neck reddened and he lifted his hand dislodging a pair of panties that were on his wrist. He coughed lightly and gave Madison a tight smile.
“You know, I think I will sit on the couch.”
Madison grinned as he walked away and sat on the couch. Sam rubbed his hands against his legs trying to rid them of the sweat. He closed his eyes for a second trying to focus. His phone rang and he dug through his pockets for it.
“Hello?”
“Let me guess. You’re sitting on her couch like a stiff, trying to think of something to say.”
Sam rolled his eyes in irritation. Dean didn’t have to know he was right.
“Did you find Kurt?”
“No, he hasn’t been at work all week. But because I’m good, and I mean really, really good, I got a line on where he might be…What’s she wearing?”
His brother is a pig.
“Bye, Dean.”
Right after Sam hung up the phone Madison made her way into the living room, grabbed the remote, and sat down next to him. She turned on the TV to a Soap Opera and Sam made a face. Madison could see his expression out of the corner of her eye and she raised an eyebrow while still looking at the TV.
“I saw that.”
Sam smirked to himself and tried to play it off.
“Saw what?”
She turned to him and pointed.
“Okay, this is the deal: my house, my TV. I never get to watch my show. So suck it up.”
Sam laughed and nodded. About an hour later after the credits rolled Madison shut the TV. Sam sits up, frowned and pointed at the TV. Confusion was evident on his face, but by the way he was talking Madison could tell he had enjoyed the show.
“Wait, so…Kendall married Ethan’s father just to get back at him?”
She nodded.
“Yup. And now she’s set to inherit all the casinos that were supposed to go to Ethan.”
Sam’s eyes widened.
“What a bitch!”
They laughed and Madison nudged him slightly.
“Admit it, you’re hooked.”
Sam shook his head trying to get back some of his dignity.
“No, no, no. I wouldn’t say I’m hooked.”
Madison giggled and Sam watched her with a warm smile on his face. He cleared his throat and turned so his body was facing her.
“You know, can I ask you a question? It’s a little personal.”
“You’ve seen my entire underwear collection. Go ahead.”
He laughed lightly.
“Okay, um…well, you’re clearly smart. I mean, your house is full of great books, you know? And you’re independent.”
She nodded.
“Uh-huh.”
“What were you doing with Kurt?”
Madison paused before speaking.
“I don’t know. I mean, it’s not like he introduced himself, like, ‘Hi, I’m possessive and controlling and I like to punch people. Wanna be my girlfriend?’”
“Yeah, well, I guess we all make mistakes.”
She gave him an amused look, but he could see the slight twinge of pain in her eyes.
“Yeah, well, mine’s wanted by the police. You wanna know why I stayed with him? Really?”
Sam nodded.
“I was too insecure to leave.”
Sam furrowed his brows.
“I find that hard to believe. I mean, you don’t really seem like the type.”
She shrugged.
“Yeah, well, some stuff happened. My life changed, I changed. For the better, I think.”
“What happened?”
“Well, for one thing, I got mugged.”
Sam’s eyes widened slightly and he raised an eyebrow.
“And that’s supposed to be a good thing?”
She laughed and shook her head.
“I know, it sounds strange. And don’t get me wrong, it rattled me. But then it hit me. I could keep feeling sorry for myself, or I could take control of my life. I chose the latter. First thing I did was tell Kurt he had to go.”
“Smart move.”
Madison nodded.
“Apparently. Everything else just opened up, blossomed. It’s all been wonderful, really. What? Doesn’t everybody think that being a victim of random violence is the best thing that ever happened to them?”
Sam laughed.
“Yeah, not so much. You’re…unusual.”
“Unusual, like…”
She motioned to her head and spins her finger around.
“…unusual?”
Sam shook his head and moved closer to her. She smiled as he tried to reassure her.
“No, no, no. Unusual, like…impressive.”
She grinned.
“You think so?”
He opened his mouth to answer her when his phone rang. He sighed and gave her an apologetic smile before digging it out and answering it.
“Sorry…hey.”
Dean’s voice seemed distracted as he spoke.
“I found him.”
Sam let out a relieved sigh.
“Good, don’t take your eyes off him.”
“Oh, yeah, my eyes are glued. Look, Sammy, I gotta let you go. I don’t wanna miss anything.”
Sam was about to say something when he heard Jo’s voice in the background.
“If you put one more dollar in that tramps g-string Dean…”
“I’m just havin' a little fun Jo…here wanna put one in?”
Sam shook his head.
“Goodbye Dean.”
He glanced at Madison.
“My partners found him. They’re keeping an eye on him.”
Madison nodded and the room filled with silence. A couple of minutes later they both spoke at the same time.
“Do you…”
“Are you…”
They laughed and Sam motioned for her to go first. She gave him half a smile.
“I was gonna see if you were hungry.”
Sam nodded.
“I could definitely eat.”
She stood up, took his hand, and pulled him up. She let go of his hand and headed to the kitchen. She through a glance over her shoulder as spoke as she walked away.
“I’ll make sandwiches…you coming?”
Sam groaned slightly and followed her into the kitchen. I wish…
Chapter 7
San Francisco, California
Madison’s Apartment
(13 Weeks)
Sam closed his phone and frowned. That was the second time he had tried to call Dean and no answer. He hoped everything was okay. He sighed and glanced out the window. He heard Madison open the door and walk back inside. He had spent a few hours sleeping on her couch last night, but aside from that he’d been on look out for Kurt.
Madison walked into the room sorting through her mail. When she glanced over at him he gave her an uncomfortable smile. She grinned back and went back to sorting through the mail. He shook his head. What the hell was wrong with him?
It’s not like he’s never spoken to a girl…He really needed to stop being such an idiot. If only Dean could see him now. Madison’s voice broke through his thoughts.
“Um…do you wanna sit on the couch?”
Sam shook his head, palm up.
“No, no. I’m okay.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“It’s more comfortable.”
He smiled.
“I’m fine…thanks though.”
She shrugged, walked out of the room and came back with a basket full of laundry. Sam frowned slightly as she made her way over to the table and dumped out all the clothes. Sam glanced at the table and his eyes widened. It was full of scraps of lace and satin.
His neck reddened and he lifted his hand dislodging a pair of panties that were on his wrist. He coughed lightly and gave Madison a tight smile.
“You know, I think I will sit on the couch.”
Madison grinned as he walked away and sat on the couch. Sam rubbed his hands against his legs trying to rid them of the sweat. He closed his eyes for a second trying to focus. His phone rang and he dug through his pockets for it.
“Hello?”
“Let me guess. You’re sitting on her couch like a stiff, trying to think of something to say.”
Sam rolled his eyes in irritation. Dean didn’t have to know he was right.
“Did you find Kurt?”
“No, he hasn’t been at work all week. But because I’m good, and I mean really, really good, I got a line on where he might be…What’s she wearing?”
His brother is a pig.
“Bye, Dean.”
Right after Sam hung up the phone Madison made her way into the living room, grabbed the remote, and sat down next to him. She turned on the TV to a Soap Opera and Sam made a face. Madison could see his expression out of the corner of her eye and she raised an eyebrow while still looking at the TV.
“I saw that.”
Sam smirked to himself and tried to play it off.
“Saw what?”
She turned to him and pointed.
“Okay, this is the deal: my house, my TV. I never get to watch my show. So suck it up.”
Sam laughed and nodded. About an hour later after the credits rolled Madison shut the TV. Sam sits up, frowned and pointed at the TV. Confusion was evident on his face, but by the way he was talking Madison could tell he had enjoyed the show.
“Wait, so…Kendall married Ethan’s father just to get back at him?”
She nodded.
“Yup. And now she’s set to inherit all the casinos that were supposed to go to Ethan.”
Sam’s eyes widened.
“What a bitch!”
They laughed and Madison nudged him slightly.
“Admit it, you’re hooked.”
Sam shook his head trying to get back some of his dignity.
“No, no, no. I wouldn’t say I’m hooked.”
Madison giggled and Sam watched her with a warm smile on his face. He cleared his throat and turned so his body was facing her.
“You know, can I ask you a question? It’s a little personal.”
“You’ve seen my entire underwear collection. Go ahead.”
He laughed lightly.
“Okay, um…well, you’re clearly smart. I mean, your house is full of great books, you know? And you’re independent.”
She nodded.
“Uh-huh.”
“What were you doing with Kurt?”
Madison paused before speaking.
“I don’t know. I mean, it’s not like he introduced himself, like, ‘Hi, I’m possessive and controlling and I like to punch people. Wanna be my girlfriend?’”
“Yeah, well, I guess we all make mistakes.”
She gave him an amused look, but he could see the slight twinge of pain in her eyes.
“Yeah, well, mine’s wanted by the police. You wanna know why I stayed with him? Really?”
Sam nodded.
“I was too insecure to leave.”
Sam furrowed his brows.
“I find that hard to believe. I mean, you don’t really seem like the type.”
She shrugged.
“Yeah, well, some stuff happened. My life changed, I changed. For the better, I think.”
“What happened?”
“Well, for one thing, I got mugged.”
Sam’s eyes widened slightly and he raised an eyebrow.
“And that’s supposed to be a good thing?”
She laughed and shook her head.
“I know, it sounds strange. And don’t get me wrong, it rattled me. But then it hit me. I could keep feeling sorry for myself, or I could take control of my life. I chose the latter. First thing I did was tell Kurt he had to go.”
“Smart move.”
Madison nodded.
“Apparently. Everything else just opened up, blossomed. It’s all been wonderful, really. What? Doesn’t everybody think that being a victim of random violence is the best thing that ever happened to them?”
Sam laughed.
“Yeah, not so much. You’re…unusual.”
“Unusual, like…”
She motioned to her head and spins her finger around.
“…unusual?”
Sam shook his head and moved closer to her. She smiled as he tried to reassure her.
“No, no, no. Unusual, like…impressive.”
She grinned.
“You think so?”
He opened his mouth to answer her when his phone rang. He sighed and gave her an apologetic smile before digging it out and answering it.
“Sorry…hey.”
Dean’s voice seemed distracted as he spoke.
“I found him.”
Sam let out a relieved sigh.
“Good, don’t take your eyes off him.”
“Oh, yeah, my eyes are glued. Look, Sammy, I gotta let you go. I don’t wanna miss anything.”
Sam was about to say something when he heard Jo’s voice in the background.
“If you put one more dollar in that tramps g-string Dean…”
“I’m just havin' a little fun Jo…here wanna put one in?”
Sam shook his head.
“Goodbye Dean.”
He glanced at Madison.
“My partners found him. They’re keeping an eye on him.”
Madison nodded and the room filled with silence. A couple of minutes later they both spoke at the same time.
“Do you…”
“Are you…”
They laughed and Sam motioned for her to go first. She gave him half a smile.
“I was gonna see if you were hungry.”
Sam nodded.
“I could definitely eat.”
She stood up, took his hand, and pulled him up. She let go of his hand and headed to the kitchen. She through a glance over her shoulder as spoke as she walked away.
“I’ll make sandwiches…you coming?”
Sam groaned slightly and followed her into the kitchen. I wish…
Chapter 7
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