Don't call me Sammy. (likeaprodigal) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-06-09 12:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | sam winchester, shosanna dreyfus |
Who: Sam and Shosanna
When: After this.
Where: Her cabin.
What: She invited him over. He didn't say no.
Rating: TBD. Will change as the need comes up (LOL irony).
Status: Incomplete
It was like someone replaced the part of his brain that was capable of saying no with Dean's brain. Sam was usually better than this at saying no. Not that he particularly wanted to. He liked Emmanuelle. They got along and he cared about her to the point that he didn't want to scare her away. That was the first barrier you had to get by for Sam to actually give in and let feelings rule instead of instinct. He was a hunter. They went on instinct alone most of the time. It was what kept them alive when they got into a mess and even though his had let him down more often than not, it was very clearly saying that this was a bad idea.
But it may as well have been mute. Because before Sam could stop himself, he had thrown on some of his best (read: not worn to shreds) clothing and sprayed on a little bit of cologne (not too much - he wasn't going for the Dean approach) and then hurried out the door.
He felt like he'd stepped into a bad eighties movie, because he couldn't make it four steps without being propositioned. But his mind was one-tracked, and as much as that little voice in his head told him that yeah, he wanted to? He knew that there was only one person he really wanted to be around right then. Sam moved a little quicker, taking a wooded path to get there, so he'd run into fewer people - or so he hoped. Of course, most of the people he ran into there were already indisposed.
When he finally got to Emmanuelle's door, he tried to compose himself, sucking in a deep, slow breath and turning his eyes to the skies, begging whatever higher power looked out for them there to grant him the strength to be controlled here. Reaching his hand up, he rapped lightly on the door and bit his lip.