Derpy Hooves doesn't know what went wrong. (what_went_wrong) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-07 21:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, derpy hooves, sam winchester |
Who: Sam Winchester and Derpy Hooves
When: Friday, March 1
Where: Starting at her place
What: A date
Rating: Low
Status: Complete!
Sam showed up to Deryn’s place and knocked on the front door. He was dressed nice, but not in his work duds. A sweater, slacks, nice shoes. He’d tried to tame his hair. A little. It wasn’t easy.
He didn’t really have any plans for tonight. Dinner and a movie? Dinner? Coffee and snacks? Whatever it was he was looking forward to having some fun. Deryn was always fun. That was one thing he liked about her.
This time, there was no clattering or the sounds of anything breaking. True to her word, the girl had gotten ready in twenty minutes, with some time to spare. It helped that Deryn always dressed a bit cutely, and so had only really had to worry about her hair and slapping on a light coral shade of lipstick.
“Hello,” she greeted when she answered the door, her smile wide and bright.
“Hi.” Sam said, giving her a smile. “You look nice.” He said. That was the sort of thing girls liked to hear, right? And she did, really. But then again, she always looked pretty. “Ready to go?”
Deryn only giggled in response to the complement. She did like to hear it, but was a confident, self assured young woman. She didn’t need to hear it. “You too,” she said, because she always liked paying a kind word back.
Throwing the strap of her purse over her shoulder Indiana Jones style, she gave a grin and a nod, closing the door behind her and easily fitting her fingers into Sam’s hand.
His hand was huge compared to hers. But he didn’t mind the difference. She was like--like a little doll. And he took care to be gentle with her. Since he was a sasquatch. “Thanks. Where do you want to go? I gotta admit, I asked you out on a date without knowing where I was gonna take you.”
Deryn rose an eyebrow at him, as if so amused by him admitting that that she wasn’t even sure what to say about it for a moment. There were probably a lot of other girls out there that wouldn’t know how to put up with that. Then again, Deryn wasn’t really most other girls. She considered his question. “Not a movie,” she said, firmly. Not the best answer, but it was a start.
“Okay,” Sam gave a little chuckle. “Why not a movie?” Not that it was important, but... well, now he was curious. There were plenty of other things they could do.
“Can’t talk in a movie,” Deryn said, as if that made all the sense in the world: and honestly it kind of did this time. “You’re supposed to talk on dates, right?”
Well, that certainly made sense. Sam nodded. “Definitely supposed to talk.” He gave her hand a little squeeze. “So... seeing as this is a date...” He said, stopping on the sidewalk by his car and turning to face her. “I want to give you fair warning.”
She faced him in return, and since he seemed pretty serious, she looked (way) up at him with a sincere sort of expression. “Oh? Tell me,” even serious, it seemed like a laugh might bubble out of her at any second.
He wouldn’t mind a laugh. This was a playful subject, even though he was pretending to be serious. “...I am expecting a goodnight kiss tonight.” He said, then broke into a little smirk.
At that, Deryn did let out a peal of laughter; looking utterly delighted. She gave him a look that bordered on coy -- she was not without her own flirtatious charm. “Is that so?” She asked, clasping her hands behind her back. “Then I suppose this had better be an awesome date, huh?”
“I’ll hold up my end of the bargain.” Sam teased. “I think. Oh, now there’s pressure.” He clicked the button on his keys to unlock his car so he could pull open the passenger door for her. “Now I’ll have to come up with something really amazing to do tonight.”
If Sam had really thought there was going to be pressure about it, Deryn suspected he might have come up with something for them to do beforehand. She didn’t really mind either way. Sam was cute, and funny and didn’t automatically assume that she was stupid just because she was happy all the time. “We could eat,” she suggested.
“That sounds like a good idea. I know a place for a good burger?” He suggested as he climbed into the car and pulled his belt on. He knew she worked at the Farmer’s Market, and that she wasn’t vegan because they’d had things together with animal byproducts in them. But maybe she was vegetarian? He wasn’t sure. Hence the question mark after the word ‘burger.’
Deryn fumbled with her seatbelt, fidgeting with it for a moment before it clicked into place. She was short enough where the shoulder strap kind of dug into her neck, so she slipped it underneath her arm. “I like burgers,” she agreed easily enough. The blonde wasn’t really all that picky, although her tastes weren’t amazingly sophisticated.
“Good.” Sam was really easy to please, but this place was awesome. You could design your own burger. They gave you a paper with toppings on it, and you marked off which ones you wanted, then they make the burger to order. Normally he got his burger on a bed of lettuce with salad dressing instead of on a bun. Since Sam was big on salads, apparently.
He turned onto the Interstate. “Then maybe we can go for a walk?”
Oddly pleased that he was actually trying to make some plans himself, the girl smiled even as she watched the street lights go by them as he drove. “Yes,” she agreed. “A walk sounds fun. I like walks at night the best. Magical, right?”
"Absolutely." Sam replied. Unless, of course, you were being chased by a ghost or something. But Sam put those thoughts aside. That was just his dreams. Not reality. Reality was this car. Reality was Deryn. He gave her a smile, then pulled off the freeway. "I think you're gonna like this place. It's next to a pretty big Park. We can walk around after dinner."
---
Sam had been right. This place was awesome. They’d both ordered burgers -- and it was clear that Deryn’s eyes were bigger than her stomach because the tiny girl had checked off nearly every option on the list and ended up with a burger that looked like it couldn’t possibly fit in someone’s mouth.
She was managing terribly well, though.
There were knives and forks on the tables for such an occasion. It apparently happened a lot. Sam’s was a good size, considering. He went with the salad. Not a man worried about his masculinity. It had loads of fixings, though.
“We can get a to-go box,” he said with a chuckle. There was no way that much food could fit inside her petite body.
Oh, he was in for a surprise, she was sure. “What?” She said, and didn’t seem to mind the fact that she was speaking with her mouth full. She took one of his fries.
“To-go box.” He paused, watching her with a grin on his face. “...for your leftovers.”
“What leftovers?” Deryn asked, her face blank -- innocent -- even as she took another bite of her ridiculously sized burger.
Sam’s face fell just slightly, but then the grin came back. “All right. If you insist.” He said, poking at his own salad. He was looking forward to seeing her try to eat the whole thing.
“It’s manageable,” Deryn did insist -- because Sam liked it when she did. She remembered that. “Plus then we can walk longer, right? I’ll have to burn all the calories.” As if she didn’t just have the fastest metabolism of them all. It helped that she was just hyper and bouncy all the time -- but that made her hungry all the time, too.
“I’ll help you burn all the calories.” Sam said with a nod. It was only about thirty seconds later that he realized it could be taken in a naughty way. He coughed on his burger, and went a little pink.
Deryn, however, had a twinkle to her eyes that had never quite been there before. He could be as embarrassed as he wanted -- but she never was. “Will you?” She asked, her voice a sweet, sweet saccharine.
Sam shook his head a little, still coughing, but now laughing. “...well, yeah. If you want me to.”
Deryn forgot about her burger for a moment, and instead rested her chin on her hands, and tilting her head playfully to the side to watch him. He really was just very cute. “Do you want to?” she pressed.
“I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t,” Sam responded, setting down his fork and letting his eyes linger in hers for a moment. He couldn’t get over how pretty she looked.
Well, she took that as a yes, and gave a happy sort of laugh at it before picking her burger back up and gnashing into it. She had to admit, Sam certainly had more restraint than most boys.
----
Twenty minutes later, and Deryn was sans-burger. But she was definitely full and didn’t even bother to reach out to steal the last of the fries.
Sam was really, pleasantly surprised at how she'd actually finished all the food. He didn't know where she put it all. "Ready for that walk?" He asked, pulling his wallet out to pay for their meal.
“Oh, yes,” said Deryn, who was now pretending she was half dead by laying down on the booth seat of the restaurant.
Sam leaned up and in a little bit to look down at her over the edge of the table. “...are you falling asleep on me?” He asked, a little smirk crossing his features. He sat back down and spoke while he slipped some cash into the check. “Because I can carry you, if you need me to. But it won’t burn off those calories.” He teased.
Giggling, the girl sat back up straight in a mad wiggle; she rarely was able to sit still. “Nooo,” she said, as if she’d really believed she’d tricked him for a moment there. “I can walk.” And then? She stuck her tongue out at him.
After paying the bill, Sam stood from his side of the booth, and held his hand out to help her up. A couple minutes later, and they were outside walking toward the park down the street. It was one of those huge city parks that took up several blocks in each direction. It boasted two large playgrounds on opposite sides of the park, one for big kids and one for babies. There was a volleyball court, and a community center, and a pool. One of those places. Sam led the way around the outside, passing by the pool, staying on the sidewalk.
“How’s your stomach? I don’t know where you put all that food.” He said.
Deryn only grinned and took his hand into hers, even as she looked around the park. She was fairly sure she’d never been to this one -- one thing was for sure though; she would be utterly delighted when they came across the actual playground. There was nothing better than a swingset.
“I’m fine,” she laughed. “I didn’t finish the fries.”
“Okay.” Sam said. She was so damn cute. It wasn’t fair. He couldn’t help but love her, could he? With a laugh like that? How could he not? They walked hand-in-hand for a while, then took the sidewalk path that cut straight down the center of the park. Thankfully, it was well lit.
“I suppose ice cream is out of the question.” He said.
This was a very serious question. The depths of it’s seriousness were probably so deep, neither of them would ever fully understand.
Deryn hmmed and haaaed over it for a moment, before perking up and grinning. “Give me half an hour.”
“I think I can do that.” Sam said, squeezing her hand. “...I mean, that may be pushing curfew, but...” He took the path that led them by the play equipment for the older children. There were slides and swings, and he figured she might like it. Though, if he sat on them... he feared they might break.
“Curfew?” She laughed at that, amused, even as she took off at a dead run for the swings. She was certain, of course, that if Sam wanted to keep up with her there would be nothing to stop him.
Sam’s legs were almost as long as she was. He kept up fairly well, and moved to take whichever swing she didn’t. “Yeah, you know. Time I have to go home. If I’m out too late, I turn into a pumpkin.” He said, then pushed off and started swinging, carefully. He didn’t want to break the damn thing.
She, on the other hand, was swinging with a terrible, reckless abandon as if she might be able to fly if she got high enough. “Haha,” she laughed, amused. “Do you work in the morning?”
“I work every week day.” Sam said, watching her with amusement. He loved how the little things made her excited. She was so obviously in love with life. It was happy. She was happy. It was infectious. “Are you working in the morning?”
Her happiness was infectious. Deryn never found a reason not to smile. What was the point? Sadly, that made a lot of people think she was kind of stupid. And while she wasn’t exactly the cleverest person in the room, she was hardly dumb.
“Yes,” she said, as she swung back and forth, passing him every time. “I work. But it’s okay. It’s easy. I can be tired and it’s okay.”
"So I can keep you out as long as I want you." Sam said. Then quickly corrected himself, "to. As long as I want to."
As if that’d been a mistake! Deryn let out a peal of laughter, which moved around her as she swung. “Yes,” she agreed. “As long as you want me.”
Sam went pink. “...well, that might be a long time.” He said, trying to flirt. He wasn’t sure if it was going to come across the way he wanted it to.
She took it as flirtation, because she wasn’t really sure what else it could possibly be. “Works for me,” she said -- and then abruptly jumped off of her swing from the highest point in the air. She tumbled to the ground with a terrible and excited sort of glee and a happy squeal.
Sam stumbled off of his swing, half excited and half terrified that she was going to hurt herself. He flopped down beside her in the sand while the swings were still swinging and jingling as they clanked into each other.
If he couldn’t already tell, she was completely fine. With an excess giggle, she rolled over in the sand until her head was in his lap, and she could gaze up at him with bright eyes.
Sam sat up a little so he was leaning back on his hands, and smiled down at her. “You’re getting dirty.” He said, softly. Though, they both were. One of his hands lifted to pick a leaf out of her hair in his lap.
“Everything comes clean,” Deryn said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Lots of things that people so often worried about were the simplest things. Sometimes Deryn just couldn’t figure out what everyone was worrying about.
Sam wasn’t really sure how to respond to that. He paused for a moment, simply looking down at her in his lap. “Well, that’s true.” He said. He couldn’t argue with her logic. He moved his hand over and plucked another leaf fragment from her hair.
“Of course it is,” she said, smiling up at him. It was more of a lazy look than her usual ones, but what could she do about that? She was comfortable.
She was silent for a moment, thinking. “Do you still feel like you’re being left behind?” She asked, quite suddenly.
Sam was caught off guard by the question. He waited for a moment before answering, to collect his thoughts. “No.” He said, shaking his head. “I don’t think so.”
“Good,” was all she could say on the matter. Because it was good, and that was all that really mattered. She stretched a little -- pulling her arms over her head and letting out a happy little sigh.
Sam chuckled. “You comfortable?” He asked. He couldn’t imagine how laying on his lap like that would be. But if she was, he wasn’t going to make her move. Though, it was getting cold. He could think of a couple places he’d rather cuddle with her.
“Not bad,” Deryn said, grinning. “But it’s getting kinda cold.” Because she did just like speaking the obvious sometimes.
“We should head back,” Sam said, though he didn’t move. She was in his lap, he didn’t want to shuffle her. But he did shrug off his coat to offer to her.
She took it even as she sat up. Once they were both standing, she pushed her arms into the sleeves of it -- she looked like a small child, wearing her father’s clothing, for as long as it was on her. She liked it.
Sam liked the look of her in his coat. She looked... tiny. But adorable. He cleared his throat, then reached a hand forward to take one of hers (if it could reach all the way through the massively long sleeves of that coat) to lead her back away from the swingset toward the restaurant parking lot and his car.
Having made it back to the car without incident, they were soon headed back to Deryn’s place. The girl chattered about this and that, clearly just as happy as she ever was. She couldn’t help but cuddle further into Sam’s coat. It was warm, and smelled like him, which she liked.
Sam pulled up to her place, turned off the engine, cut the lights, and then climbed out. He moved around the car to open her door for her, caught again by how cute she looked in his coat. It was huge on her, and made her look even smaller than she actually was.
Giggling out a thank you, she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car -- hanging back just enough so Sam would be beside her as they walked up the little set of stairs to her apartment. He’d made her promise a goodnight kiss, and frankly, she was ready for it. More than ready, probably. She’d been thinking about it all night.
Sam stopped at her door and turned to face her. Of course, he’d been thinking about it, too. All night. “So... this is the part where you say ‘I had a really nice time.’” He said, teasing slightly as he looked down into her eyes. Man, this was a huge height difference.
“No,” said Deryn, who although happy, was getting a little impatient -- stranger things did happen. “This is the part where you kiss me.”
Sam laughed. “Yes, Ma’am.” It was a little awkward. Physically, anyway. He almost wanted to get her a stool, or lift her up, or something. As it was, he bent down, lifted a hand to cup her cheek, and pulled her in against him so he could press his lips against hers.
It was the first kiss that Sam Winchester had had in a very, very long time.
Yes ma’am, indeed! She might have been small, but it wasn’t unlike Deryn to get her way when she actually wanted something.
Standing on her tiptoes, and hanging onto his shoulders as he leaned down, she kissed back. It was a sweet kiss - just a little further along than chaste and they both tasted of the mints that Deryn had doled out from her purse during the car ride back. Not being able to help herself, she giggled against his lips.
The giggle was excellent for tension relief. Sam pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “Not exactly the reaction I was expecting.” Sure, it’d been a while since he’d kissed a girl. But he couldn’t remember anyone ever giggling during one.
“No?” She asked, a little smile twisting her lips upward, even as she rose her eyebrows at him. Deryn didn’t know that he’d meant her giggling, but instead assumed that the kiss hadn’t been deep enough.
So she tried again.
Oh. Well. This was much better. Nicer. Sam couldn’t help but lower one hand down to wrap around her back, pulling her in against him. Though, the height difference was... well. He was bent in ways that he didn’t realize he could bend as he kissed her properly on her doorstep.
Eventually they’d figure out ways to fix the height problem. Be it stairs, or one of them just sitting. Or one of them sitting in the others’ lap. But for now this was good -- a learning experience, and a fun one at that.
Apparently, breathing was important though, and so she was forced to pull away a bit. “Better?” She asked, with a giggle.
"Better," Sam breathed with a nod. He was amused by the giggling. "But you're still giggling," he added, still holding her close against him. They'd have to try this again, sitting on the sofa. With her in his lap, because the other way around was fairly laughable.
He reluctantly pulled his arms from around her and stood up to his full height. Suddenly his conversation with Percy about her flashed through his head. He considered it for a moment, then decided against asking her. They'd only just kissed for the first time. It was too soon.
Deryn smiled back, and it was almost shy. Almost, but not quite. “I always giggle,” she said, wondering why he looked hesitant so suddenly. Did he not like her? She’d had a ton of fun on this date, and that kiss had been really nice. Perhaps -- he needed time to think about it? Deryn supposed not everyone made decisions on the fly with hopeless abandon in the same way she did.
"I'm learning that." Sam said, breaking into a grin. "So, I'll see you soon?" He asked, taking half-step backward. He wanted more, wanted to stay, but wasn't sure that was appropriate. He didn't want to push things. He liked her a lot. He didn't want to mess this up.
“I should hope so!” Deryn said, and then actually honest to god gave him a wink. She took a little step back as well, bouncing on her heels. “Don’t wait so long.”
He chuckled at the wink. She was so cute. "I won't. Promise." He took one long last look, then turned to head back down to his car. There was a definite bounce in his step.