Derpy Hooves doesn't know what went wrong. (what_went_wrong) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-02-11 22:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, derpy hooves, sam winchester |
Who: Sam Winchester and Derpy Hooves
When: Second Weekend in February
Where: Drug Store
What: Random Encounter
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Sam hated all this Valentine’s Day crap. He was sick of the red hearts on everything, the fat, naked babies flying around shooting people... it was a load of horse manure. the only good thing about this so-called “holiday” was the chocolate that went on sale the day afterward.
He was avoiding the aisles filled with clashing red and pink, making his way around to buy vitamins. Because he was out of vitamins. He wasn’t expecting to see a familiar face in the store.
And yet, there was that familiar face anyway. It was Deryn, the diminutive blonde with the wide smile and musical voice. And a complete lack of balance.
There she was, standing by and endcap to an aisle that offered all sorts of fun looking holiday candies -- and she had an armful of them already. When she spotted him, her eyes light up brightly and her smile went wide. “Sam!”
Sam was more happy than he realized at first to see Deryn. She made him smile. Almost surprisingly. He stepped over toward her. “Hey there. Why do I always catch you when you’ve got an armful of things?” He asked, holding his hand out to help her. It looked like she was going to spill some of that onto the floor.
She let him take a few things out of her arm full until it seemed like she could handle what she had. “Because I never take a basket,” she said. Honestly, Sam, keep up. She was happy to see him too though. She just liked him.
Sam gave a little chuckle, holding her candy like a faithful man servant. "Why not?" He asked, finding this to be amusing. She was a sweet girl. And pretty. "It might help you to drop things less. Or carry even more."
“Well... I’d buy more than I need,” she said, as if all the candy she was making him hold was really all that necessary. Then she giggled brightly. “Anyway, if I got a basket, you wouldn’t help me out.”
Wait, was that...? Was she flirting? Maybe? Sam couldn’t really tell. It’d been a long time since he’d been around someone like Deryn. He put on a bright smile. “Can’t have that. Then I might actually get my own shopping done,” he said, teasing her a little.
She definitely was flirting. In her own roundabout, still kind of innocent way. “We can’t,” she agreed, trying for solemn and failing quite a lot. “That would be much too easy.”
“I have a feeling you’re about to turn what would have been a ten minute shopping trip into an hour long adventure.” Sam said, giving her a grin as he followed behind her down the aisles of the pharmacy.
“Is that bad?” asked Deryn, tilting her head back (and up) to look at Sam. “Are you busy right now?” Honestly, she just liked spending time with him.
“Nah,” Sam said, giving her shoulder a gentle nudge with his elbow. Really, the height difference. He was an absolute giant. “Nowhere to be. I was just getting vitamins. I ran out.” Maybe that’s why he was so damn tall.
“You ran out of vitamins,” Deryn said. It wasn’t actually a question. Not yet. She stopped in the middle of the aisle and turned to face him completely -- looking up to make up their difference of at least a foot in height. “Is that how you got so tall? Vitamins?”
There was a huge height difference. But Sam wasn’t particularly bothered. There was a huge height difference between him and most other people. He nearly bumped into her when she stopped abruptly to look up at him, but managed to stop in time. Barely. “Uh... maybe?” He asked, not really sure how to answer that one. “I take them every day.”
Deryn smiled, but it was a more coy sort of smile than her usual bright, toothy and unreserved grin. “Are they the Flintstone kind?”
Sam’s laugh sounded like a bark. It came almost suddenly, and was full of happiness and mirth. He shook his head a little. “No, Deryn. Definitely not the Flintstone kind.”
She giggled her weird, musical sort of giggle. “Aw,” she said, clearly joking. “And I’d heard such good things about them too.”
“You’re welcome to them.” Sam said, quite honestly. “Taste like chalk, from what I remember.” His dad gave them vitamins when he was growing up. “Only... bad chalk. The worst kind of chalk.”
Deryn giggled again, and then turned around on her heel and went back to perusing the aisles. “No,” she said, amusedly. “I eat enough vegetables I think. I’m never getting any taller than this.”
“That’s a perfectly respectable height.” Sam said, lifting his hand to touch the top of her head. Playfully. “Honestly, I think it suits you.”
Deryn bobbed up a little on her tiptoes, as if rubbing her head on his hand for a moment, before laughing wildly. “It’s going to have to, I think!”
Sam grinned at the way she bobbed her head against his hand. Much like a dog might have, begging for a scratch. He brought it back to help carry all the things in his arms. “Good point.” There was a silly grin on his face. He couldn’t remove it, even if he wanted to.
Deryn tended to have that effect on people. It was one of her charms. She grabbed a few more things off of a shelf, and then turned ‘round to look at him. “Got your vitamins? Need anything else? I think I can carry a few more things.”
“Got my vitamins.” Sam said. They were buried in his arms somewhere under the Valentine’s candy and whatever else he was holding for her. “I don’t need anything else. Let’s avoid the impulse-shopping aisle as we make our way up to the register.” The dollar bins. So dangerous. He always found something else to waste money on in there.
“Aww,” Said Deryn, even as she moved past them without looking. Sometimes it was fun just to express remorse for something she didn’t even want. “And I really wanted a bag of popsicle sticks...”
“Well... for you,” Sam said, giving her a wink. “I’ll just walk through the aisle with my eyes closed. You’ll have to guide me.”
“Okay,” said Deryn, stopping in front of him and waiting for him to actually do that. Leading someone around a store with their eyes closed was much more interesting a concept than popsicle sticks. But she wasn’t about to just tell him that.
Sam had been kidding. But when she expected him to do it, he chuckled and closed his eyes. He held one hand or to her to let her guide him. "Be gentle," he teased.
It was actually quite a feat when she managed to balance all of the things she was going to buy in just one arm to give herself a free hand. A shame he couldn’t see it!
She took his hand and gave a mad sort of giggle before slowly leading him down an aisle-- zigzagging around quite intentionally.
It was quite a feat Sam didn't drop anything while she zig zagged him down the aisle. He laughed, nearly falling once, and bumping into a display another time. But he kept his eyes closed the whole way.
Abruptly, she stopped moving -- letting him bump into her a bit, but still miraculously holding on to all of her things. “You did really well,” she told him, and maybe forgot she was still holding his hand.
He definitely didn’t forget that she was holding his hand. He just didn’t let go. He collided with her with a grin, but didn’t let any of the things he was carrying all out of his arms. “Well, I had a good leader.” He teased. “Up until that last bit, anyway.”
“But the last bit was the most fun,” she said, teasingly. There was never anything wrong with a little bit of organized chaos, after all.
“Well, I can’t deny that.” He moved with her up to the register and had to release her hand so he could unload her things onto the conveyor belt. “Sometimes a good leader needs to be less good so fun can be had?”
“Something like that!” Deryn said, sounding very much like she hadn’t stopped to think about it. She handed the cashier her money and then waited for her change. “Oh,” she said, turning to look up at him again. “You should give me your number.”
“My number?” Sam said. She always surprised him. Always. He slid his credit card for the vitamins, then pulled out his phone so they could exchange numbers. If she was flirting and asking him for a number... well, that was a good sign, right?
Probably it was! But there was no telling what Deryn was ever really thinking. “Yep,” she said. “That way I’ll just text you next time I’m going out, right? So when we run into each other, you won’t look so shocked.”
“Yeah, all right.” Sam said, nodding and smiling a bit. He was flattered, too, to know that next time she’d want to run into him on purpose. He gave her his number, and asked for hers, then punched it into his phone. He realized he didn’t know her last name, so he punched it in as “Deryn ThePrettyOne.”
Had she known, she would have been pleased. In any case, he was Sam SUPERTALL. So, you know, there was that.