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You come into the bar planning to listen to some music, sip something slow, and wait for the guys.
Instead, in the bathroom, a very tipsy girl tells you you’re pretty, decides you are now part of her night, and drags you into a whole pack of friendly, loud young women. They are out for a mix of celebration and condolences because one of them just dumped a long-term boyfriend, and apparently none of them liked him anyway. That feels like enough of a reason to dance.
So you do.
By the time Sam and Dean walk in, you are on the dance floor with the girls, laughing, swaying, and definitely drunker than you meant to be. A group of guys has been buying drinks for the women, and one of the them handed you one.
It was huge.
It was delicious.
You drank it way too fast.
You spot Sam and Dean near the entrance and grab the arm of the woman next to you.
“Those two guys that just came in...” You point. “See the handsome tall one? Not, not the ex-tremell-ey good... good-looking tall one. I mean the extrem-ey good-looking really tall one.”
She follows your finger and laughs. “Yeah?”
“He’s mine.” You grin.
"Nice."
“He is. He’s so sweet. And you know what?”
You lean in, hand up beside your mouth like you are sharing state secrets. “He’s proportional.”
She snorts. Two of her friends hear that, glance at Sam, and dissolve into giggles with you.
You wave at the guys. They both stop.
Dean takes one look at your face and then at Sam. The look says, very clearly, your circus, your monkey. Then he spots a hot woman at the bar and peels off without a trace of guilt.
Sam starts toward you through the crowd, eyes fixed on you the whole time, amused and already suspicious. You keep your eyes on him too, which is easy because his head is so far above everybody else’s, but you are also trying to keep dancing because the song is good.
Then you fall.
One second you are upright. The next, you are gone.
Sam sees you disappear and his face changes fast, amused to alarmed in half a second. By the time he reaches you, you are sitting on your butt in the middle of the dance floor laughing so hard you can barely breathe. Two of the women are trying to help you up, but you keep waving them off because this is, for some reason, the funniest thing that has ever happened.
Sam crouches in front of you. “Are you okay?”
You nod hard, still laughing. “Sammy. I think I drank too much.”
“Looks like it,” he says, smiling now.
One of the women leans in. “She only had one drink.”
Sam looks up at her, then back at you. “What kind?”
“What?” she says, because the music is loud.
He raises his voice. “What kind of drink?”
“Oh. Long Island Iced Teas. With just a little ice. I mean, they’re kinda strong, but...” She lifts her own glass to show him.
Sam looks at the drink, then at you. “She drank the whole thing?”
You fling your arms around his neck the second he bends down. “Yeah. It was good. I drank it kinda fast.”
“I can see that.”
He slides one arm under your knees and the other around your back and lifts you like you weigh nothing. You make a happy little noise and immediately settle against him.
"Are you laughing at me?"
“No,” he says, smiling. “I just think you’re really cute.”
He carries you toward Dean, who takes one look at both of you, nods like yes, this checks out, and fishes the keys out of his pocket. He hooks them onto one of Sam’s fingers without a word.
Sam turns for the door.
You put your mouth by his ear, ready to say something important, but then his cheek is right there, so you kiss it multiple times. Then his neck is right there, so you kiss that too. Then you remember what you were going to say.
“Sammy,” you whisper.
“Yeah?”
“You know, you’re the love of my life.”
Then, with sudden solemnity, you press two fingers to his lips.
“Shhh. Don’t tell me. I want to keep thinking I’m the love of yours. It’s okay. I know I’m jussh one of 'em, but don’t tell me that.”
Your hand drops and you keep going, because drunk you has no brakes at all.
“And itsh not just 'cause you’re so incred-dibly good-looking and sex-she and smart and sweet. And iss not just ’cause you listen to me and understand me and care about what I care about and...” You frown with concentration. “It’s because you fit me. Like puzzle pieces.”
Sam adjusts you a little higher in his arms and keeps walking.
“Like, you make me feel… complete,” you say. Then you squint. “That’s a line, isn’t it? But itsh not a line.” Your voice jumps up an octave. “It’s the truth.”
A couple of people look over as Sam shoulders through the door and out into the night.
You sign, a little clumsy but still clear enough, "You complete me."
Sam’s expression does something soft and helpless.
You look down from your perch in his arms and blink slowly at the parking lot. “Iss high up here.”
“It is,” he says.
“You know what? I like it when you carry me. You should pick me up more often. This is niiish.”
He huffs a quiet laugh.
You rest your head on his shoulder. “Love you.”
He only has to carry you a few more steps before he reaches the Impala. He sets you down just long enough for you to lean against Baby while he unlocks the back door, then helps you inside.
The drive to the motel is short. You are already half gone by the time he opens the room door. He gets you out of the car, carries you inside, and lays you on the bed.
You blink up at him while he takes off your shoes and works your jeans down your legs so you can sleep without twisting yourself into misery later. He brings you a glass of water and makes you drink some.
“Thank you, Shammy,” you mumble. “You’re the best. Bestest. I’m so lucky.”
He smiles and lies down beside you on top of the blanket and brushes your hair back from your face, his hand cups your cheek. “Shhh. Rest.”
Your eyes stay open, heavy but stubborn, fixed on his face like you are trying to memorize it.
“Baby?” he says softly.
“Yeah?” you murmur.
“You are the love of my life.”
He leans down and gives you a soft kiss.
You smile, small and sleepy, and then your eyes finally close.
By mid-morning, you are still very, very unconscious.
Later, you won’t remember most of what you said that night. But for some reason, after that, Sam starts picking you up more often.