Who: Sam and Jack. What: Sam finds out that Jack kissed Charlie. He is NOT happy about this bullshitery. When: Friday night. Where: Jack's place. Rating: TBD. Depends on how convincing Jack is.
That was it. Sam? He was never playing matchmaker again. Ever. Because if the result in prodding a friend to take his girlfriend out for a night was said friend making out with another girl behind the girlfriend's back? Yeah. That was definitely NOT the kind of scene that he had pictured playing out when he purchased those damned Metallica tickets. Inwardly, he was mocking himself for having even gone out of his way. What had he been thinking? He was a hunter, for crying out loud. Not Dr. Phil or some other reality show host who managed to solve every little personal issue between people without even getting out of their comfy chairs. This wasn't his area of expertise. He never should have gotten himself involved in the first place. But now he was and Kira, obviously a little more than upset, had contacted him. And that had been enough to steer Sam off toward Jack's place. Ruby's knife was tucked in place at his waist and, for a second there, Sam even considered bringing in his shotgun. But he knew that was a little extreme. The knife was something that he always carried nowadays. The gun? It was meant for more serious business. He wasn't going to shoot anyone tonight.
...well. He probably wasn't going to shoot anyone tonight. They'd have to see about that last part. Although to be fair? Sam was less likely to shoot at Jack than Dean was. The ranger should have been able to take some form of comfort in that.
He stepped up to the door and knocked on it, arms folding over his chest as he tried for a neutral expression. That didn't hold over too well.