They were in Colorado Springs for the haunting of a military barracks -- old soldiers tended not to die gracefully -- when Sam and Dean decided to hit one of the quieter watering holes, just because it was close.
She was cute, definitely cute, with spikey blond hair and earnest blue eyes.
Dean's pass wasn't all that well received, but, jeeze, like it mattered she was a colonel. It wasn't like she was going to get any action from the lanky dark-haired guy she was with (that once over he gave Dean? She was definitely not his type) and the chubby guy who wouldn't shut up wasn't even in her league.
Normally Dean would have moved on to easier prey, but Sam was laughing at him from over at the bar -- now it was a matter of pride. So he started up a conversation with the lanky guy (his name was John and he smiled like he'd guessed what Dean was up to) and ended up liking him more than the chick.
"No shit?" John said when he learned Dean made most of his own weapons, and leaned forward, listening intensely as Dean described how to machine parts in the field -- like it was useful intel or something. Dean was getting a weird vibe from the guy, like he was more than just a pilot like he'd said.
Sam eventually sauntered over and pulled up a chair next to the blond chick. Over the tumble of conversation with John -- who knew way more about being in the field than any pilot should, and now Dean was curious -- he heard her start dropping big words like thermodynamo-something and radar tel-ometry or some shit.
"Stop me when this gets boring," she apologized mid-sentence.
"No, it's interesting, though I admit I'm a little over my head," Sam said with that shy smile. And Dean saw him catch her -- Colonel Sam Carter, wasn't it cute they were both named Sam? -- like a fish on a hook.
Normally, Dean would have a guy's balls for that. It just wasn't kosher to snag the girl he was hitting on. But Sam was his brother. He could afford to give him one every now and then.
Awww! One of the things I adore about their relationship on the show is that Dean never fails to try and get Sammy laid. Like it's going to solve all his problems or something. And like it's his job as a big brother to find Sam a girl. :p
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Date: 2007-08-23 10:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-24 01:37 am (UTC)She was cute, definitely cute, with spikey blond hair and earnest blue eyes.
Dean's pass wasn't all that well received, but, jeeze, like it mattered she was a colonel. It wasn't like she was going to get any action from the lanky dark-haired guy she was with (that once over he gave Dean? She was definitely not his type) and the chubby guy who wouldn't shut up wasn't even in her league.
Normally Dean would have moved on to easier prey, but Sam was laughing at him from over at the bar -- now it was a matter of pride. So he started up a conversation with the lanky guy (his name was John and he smiled like he'd guessed what Dean was up to) and ended up liking him more than the chick.
"No shit?" John said when he learned Dean made most of his own weapons, and leaned forward, listening intensely as Dean described how to machine parts in the field -- like it was useful intel or something. Dean was getting a weird vibe from the guy, like he was more than just a pilot like he'd said.
Sam eventually sauntered over and pulled up a chair next to the blond chick. Over the tumble of conversation with John -- who knew way more about being in the field than any pilot should, and now Dean was curious -- he heard her start dropping big words like thermodynamo-something and radar tel-ometry or some shit.
"Stop me when this gets boring," she apologized mid-sentence.
"No, it's interesting, though I admit I'm a little over my head," Sam said with that shy smile. And Dean saw him catch her -- Colonel Sam Carter, wasn't it cute they were both named Sam? -- like a fish on a hook.
Normally, Dean would have a guy's balls for that. It just wasn't kosher to snag the girl he was hitting on. But Sam was his brother. He could afford to give him one every now and then.
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Date: 2007-08-24 08:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-24 07:02 pm (UTC)