Derpy Hooves doesn't know what went wrong. (what_went_wrong) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-15 01:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, derpy hooves, sam winchester |
Who: Sam and Deryn
When: After these texts , March 9
Where: The Farmer’s Market
What: Spending her lunch break together
Rating/Warnings: Low/Cuteness
Status: Complete
Sam showed up to the farmer’s market exactly when he said he’d be there. It wasn’t as if he had a whole lot of other things to do on a Saturday. His laundry was caught up, his shopping done, and he was just sitting around the house trying to forget about his string of terrible dreams.
He parked and wandered through the market, looking around for the small blonde that he was growing so fond of.
She found him first -- since Deryn’s job was coordinating, she didn’t usually have an assigned table or anything. Most of the time, she just wandered around doing things that were needed. It hadn’t been difficult to spot the very tall man in a crowd. “Hi, Sam!” She greeted from behind him. Her smile was as brilliant as ever.
Sam turned at the sound of her voice, and broke into a smile. It was a little surprising to him how just the sight of her made his heart start to beat a little faster. “Hey.” He said, reaching one arm out to wrap around her in a hug. “You ready for lunch?”
Deryn loved hugs -- so she returned it in kind, and squeezed extra tight. Because she totally liked Sam, and what better way to show it? “Yeah, totally,” she agreed. This job was really lax, and everything really just ran itself, so she didn’t really need to tell anyone when she was going anywhere so long as everyone was going fine. Which they were.
“Great. I’m starving.” He reluctantly released her, then motioned for her to come with him. “You in the mood for anything in particular?” He asked, pulling his keys from his pocket to unlock the doors of his car.
She followed, trailing just behind him slightly -- a bit like a love sick puppy. The reality of it was his stride was just much longer than her own. Slipping into the passenger's’ seat, she considered the question for a moment. “Nope. You choose.” She wasn’t really picky.
“Pizza?” He asked. “We can call ahead, it’ll be ready by the time we get there.” He pulled her door open for her, then hopped around the car and slipped into the driver’s side. “...you like ham and pineapple?”
“Pizza’s good,” Deryn agreed, wiggling around in her seat until she was comfortable. “I’ve never had that kind. Is it good? Do you like it?”
“You’ve never had ham and pineapple pizza??” Sam asked, sounding surprised. “Yeah, it’s good. That’s a plan.” He pulled his cell phone out before starting the car, and placed an order for a medium ham and pineapple, gave his name, then hung up and pulled out of the parking lot. “You’re gonna like it, I think. Salty and sweet, fun and fruity.”
“Sounds like a party,” Deryn said, her musical laugh ringing out in the car. And she was definitely the type to enjoy a party. Then again, she was the type to enjoy nearly anything. “What’d you do today? No work?”
“Oh, it is.” Sam said, grinning at the sound of her laugh. It was sweet and musical. He liked the way it tinkled in the car. “Nope. My job’s kind of a nine to five,” he said. “No big cases taking up my time right now means I’m free on the weekends. A lot of what I do is filing paperwork at the courthouse, so when it’s closed, I can’t do the important part of my job.”
“Interesting,” said Deryn, even though it kind of wasn’t. It was nice to understand how Sam’s schedule worked though -- that meant she could figure out when were good times to bother him or not.
His job was pretty boring. But she didn’t need to know too much about it. As they drove, Sam reached over and took hold of her hand in his. It was a slow, lazy drive to the pizza place. Not too many turns, and a low speed limit, so he felt comfortable holding her hand. “Not really,” he said with a chuckle. “But it’s predictable.”
“That’s something?” Deryn offered, raising her eyebrows and giving a small, playful smile. Because if she was anything, it was not predictable. But she could understand an occasional need for it. Her job was fairly predictable too, even though it was always changing at least a little bit.
“That’s something.” Sam said, giving her hand a little squeeze. He pulled into the parking lot of the strip mall where the pizza joint was, then reluctantly released her hand to turn off the engine and climb out of the car. He moved around the front and up onto the sidewalk, then pulled open the door to the pizza joint to let her in. “Think you’re gonna like this.”
Deryn slipped underneath his arm to enter the pizza place, and then grabbed his hand into her own again when they were both in. “Good,” she said, playfully. “Hope I won’t be disappointed then. Oh hey! I met your boss!” Like she just remembered.
Sam blinked at her. “You met Helen Magnus?” He asked, moving with her to the podium. He gave his name and they were ushered into a booth near the front, by the window. He slipped into one side. “How did you meet Helen?” He asked, bringing the subject up once they were seated.
Scooting into the opposite side of the booth, Deryn then took one of the glasses of water that was set down in front of them, sipping on it for a moment. “She asked if anyone wanted to babysit for her kid, and I said yes. Sooo,” she shrugged with a grin. “I went in for an interview the other day.”
“Wow. So, you’re going to watch Alice?” Sam didn’t know the girl very well, but he’d met the boss’s daughter once or twice. His worlds were colliding. That was crazy. Good, but crazy. He hoped it wouldn’t all backfire and smack him in the face.
There was little that Deryn could do in life that might make someone else feel in that regard. It just wasn’t in her. “Yes. Such a cute little girl, you know? I didn’t know she was your boss though, really. That’d be weird, right? Like a stalker?” She wasn’t a stalker.
Sam blinked at her, then raised an eyebrow. There was a smirk breaking out across his lips. “...you’re stalking me, are you?”
Thankfully, maybe, she was saved from having to answer that by the waiter bringing out their pizza. He set it on the table between them, along with some extra napkins and plates.
“Yay pizza!” Deryn said in a keen reply to Sam’s question, and it was no real kind of reply at all. Which was really what made it better. She laughed then, as she immediately picked some steaming pineapple from the top and popped it into her mouth.
Sam was grinning at her non-answer to his question. He leaned back a little on his side of the booth after grabbing his own piece of pizza. The cheese made a long string, and he attempted to grab at it. Then he dug in with gusto.
They were silent for a time as they ate -- Deryn humming happily as if to show her appreciation for a new thing. It had sounded weird when he’d suggested it, but he had ultimately been right -- it was good. She’d been missing out. Sam Winchester was wise beyond his years, clearly.
Clearly.
Sam was quiet while they ate. He had to stop himself before he ate too many slices. As it was, at the end of the meal he was comfortably full, and happy with his company. He found that he enjoyed spending time with her, even if they were both silent and stuffing their faces. Surprising that she was so cute, even when she was stuffing her face.
Hey! Just because she was diminutive didn’t mean she had to be dainty! No, everything that Deryn did was a bit bold, it was just the way she was. She sighed when she’d had her fill and then sank down low enough into her seat where she could actually settle the toes of her shoes on the seat across from her -- right next to Sam.
“That was awesome.”
Sam lowered one hand to rest on her feet. “Wasn’t it? We’ll have to come here again sometime, now I know that pizza is your weakness.”
Deryn had a lot of weaknesses: tall cute boys, puppies, tons of kinds of food, her pet Mr. Spock, make up with glitter in it to name a few. But she didn’t say so because she was pleased enough for the offer. “I’d like that.” A grin.
Sam couldn’t help but smile back at her when she broke into that grin. “So, listen.” He said, sitting up a little. “Deryn. I uh... I really like spending time with you. I think we should do it more. In a... a more official capacity.” Sam was really shit at this.
No worries, Sam, Deryn was plenty good at this. “Oh, so I can finally call you my boyfriend?” she asked pleasantly, if not a little on the side of innocent. It was possibly feigned though.
With a chuckle, Sam responded, "yeah. That's what I was getting at." That went a lot more smoothly than Sam had feared it would. "If you want to, I mean. I'd like that a lot."
“Huh.” said Deryn, and she put on a face as if she were really considering whether she wanted to or not. She even put a finger to her chin for good measure.
Sam waited for a moment, watching her put on her considering face. He actually started to get nervous. Maybe she... didn’t want this?
Considering was fun, okay? And anyway, she wasn’t really. She was just making a face like she was. In retrospect, Sam looked so nervous now that it had probably been sort of mean of her.
So she laughed instead, tilting her head to the side a bit like an inquisitive puppy. Minus the inquisitive. “Of course I want to!”
Sam exhaled, relieved, and broke into a grin. “Good! That’s good.” He hadn’t done this in a very long time. Not since Jessica. It was strange and wonderful, and Sam was excited. “We should get you back to work,” he added, softly. “And maybe you can swing by my place when you’re done?”
“Right,” Deryn agreed, having nearly forgotten about work. And wouldn’t that have been funny? Sam was a bit distracting. But he was smiling so enthusiastically that she couldn’t seem to help herself. “I can do that, too. Sounds like fun.” And then she beamed.
Sam didn’t want to get her in trouble. It’d be a bad thing if their first day as boyfriend and girlfriend she lost her job for not returning to work after lunch. Sam would feel really guilty. He pulled some cash out of his pocket and set it on the table for the pizza, then stood and held his hand out to her to drive her back to work.
Her hand fit into his perfectly. Not with his, just in his. Because it was much broader than her own. She liked it though.
Once they were in the car again, and on their way, she couldn’t help but wiggle around in an odd sort of happy impatience.
It was a short drive back to the Farmer’s Market, and Sam reached over to hold Deryn’s hand along the way again. His heart was pumping a little faster than normal with excitement. Possibly giddiness. Sam Winchester was giddy.
He pulled into the parking space and turned to look at her. “How much longer do you have at work?” He asked, running his thumb over the back of her hand.
Giddy suited him. Much better than all those little sad looks and staring at nothing that Deryn caught him doing sometimes. “Few hours,” she said, squishing one of his fingers beneath her entire grip. “Not too long.”
He was pretty good at being brooding and pensive. He had a lot of darkness in his past and in his dreams that distracted him from time to time. But now that he had Deryn... she was like a ray of sunshine. “Okay.” He said. “Come over to my place after work and I’ll make you dinner.” He said, then leaned over and in to steal a kiss. If she’d let him.
As if she wouldn’t? She unbuckled her seatbelt and scrambled over a little in the seat in order to reach effectively, and stole and good and proper kiss from the man. And then she giggled. “Okay, I have to work. But I’ll see you later!”
Good and proper kisses were good. Very good. Possibly even Very, very good. Sam liked them, especially when they came from Deryn. “Okay,” he responded, breaking into a smile to match hers. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Of course,” said the blonde, opening up her car door and wiggling out. And then she more or less bounced to the driver’s side of the car, and waited for him to open the window up.
Sam wasn’t sure why she came around, but he rolled down the window and looked up at her curiously.
Because she was mischievous and overly tactile, that was why. She leaned forward, stole another kiss and then ran off just as promptly.