Who: Sam and Jessica. What: Meeting up to chat. When: Evening; backdated slightly. Where: Starting at The Roadhouse, as he has to come and get her. Rating: TBD.
Sam would have been lying if he said that he wasn't excited to go on and finally spend some personal time with his former dead girlfriend. With all that had happened within the past few weeks, he hadn't really had all that much time to actually sit down with her. Just to talk. Something so simple, yet also unbelievably complicated at the same time. He had a lot to say and even more to explain. Sam didn't know where to begin. What he did know is that there were certain subjects that he wanted to avoid and would prefer to do so at all costs. The truth couldn't be kept hidden forever, he knew that. But he certainly didn't want to throw it all out into the open when the familiar feeling of being around her was starting to rush it's way into his system, making him almost feel like the same college boy Dean spent much of his time teasing Sam about.
He missed those days. He missed being normal. Or at least the times where he chose to pretend that he was. Life wasn't as complicated then. School. Parties. Jessica. It was all simple. Clean cut. Now? The world was ending every other day and angels and demons were meeting up with him for discussion of a battle between good and evil. Really, what were the odds?
After promising Jessica that he'd stop by, Sam moved his way into the bar. It wasn't terribly crowded, thankfully enough, but Sam still didn't see the figure that he spent hour upon hour thinking about since her arrival. Can't do this forever, Sam, an annoying voice chimed in from the back of his mind, Don't forget. Looking a little peeved with himself, Sam started moving toward the back, knowing that there were a few extra rooms there. Jessica was probably in one of them.