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squirrel-moose-winchester · 5 years

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Boyfriend and Girlfriend Ch. 7

Title: Boyfriend and Girlfriend Ch. 7

Pairing: High School!Sam x High School!Reader AU

Word Count: 2227

Chapter Summary: Sam and Y/N goes to the party. Things get a little complicated.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Slight Crack, Explicit Language, Misunderstandings, Insecure Reader.

Disclaimer: Not my gif.

A/N: This is another chapter inspired and motivated by @supernatural-jackles’ SPN Weekly Writing Challenge. It’s week 9, and as usual, I’ve used both prompts: 1) “I swear it was like that when I found it!” and 2) “Promise me you’ll stay.” Once again, it was a challenge to incorporate the prompts, but I am so happy I was able to do it! Thanks Jen for hosting this! I know it can’t be easy, but you’re doing a great job! xx

UPDATE: I lied. I thought I used both prompts, but I guess I had deleted the first part. SO it only has the first prompt in it... I hate myself right now. lol. *crying*

Two hours. You were two hours away from home, sitting in Dean’s Impala, behind a row of cars, in an unfamiliar place. You and Sam were surprised when Dean had offered his precious Baby, but before you left, he pulled you to the side when Sam wasn’t looking and whispered in your ear, “If things get too much, you can hide out in the Impala.” It all made sense. Dean did it for you. He knew you were a little uncomfortable, and he gave you something to feel comfortable in if something were to happen.

Sam opened your door, taking your hand in his, giving it a little squeeze in reassurance that everything was going to be okay. He was aware of your reluctance and uneasiness, but he has been doing everything to ease your mind. So far, it was working.

Sam lead you through a lawn that seemed to be tediously taken care of. The house was big, definitely someone of wealth. “Who’s house is this again?” You asked.

“Jess. She’s cool. You’ll like her,” he smiled.

“Right. Jess. Okay.”

Sam opened the door and instantly, you swore you could feel the wind from the vibration of the thumping music coursing through the entire house. “Whoa,” Sam stepped back a bit. “They definitely do things differently here,” he chuckled. You only gave him a wary look. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?

“It’s certainly different,” you murmured, finally.

“C’mon. Let’s check it out. If we don’t like it, we’ll leave, I promise.”

Sam lead you further into the house, people drinking, talking, shouting, laughing, and just doing all the typical teen party shenanigans. There was no doubt about all the stares Sam was attracting from a lot of the girls, probably thinking how a girl like you managed to snag a total catch.

“The guys are staring. I don’t like it,” Sam huffed. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him.

“What?” You had to ask, unsure if you heard correctly.

“I don’t like these guys checking you out,” he admitted. You took a quick glance around the room, and he was right. There were guys staring at you.

“They’re probably just wondering who we are. Nothing special,” you told him.

“No. They’re definitely checking you out. I don’t like it. If they keep staring I’m going to –”

“Sam, do you notice all the girls looking at you?” You cut him off.

“Never,” he grinned. “The only girl that had ever mattered to me was you.”

You rolled your eyes at his statement, unable to stop the giggle that needed to get out. “You’re such a dork.”

“I’m serious. Back in school, every time you’d even look in my direction, my heart felt like it was going to burst. I’d hope that your eyes would land on me, but when they never did, I always stayed hopeful. I don’t know what it is about you, but you hold the strings to my heart.”

“I’m telling Dean what you just said, you sappy puppy.” You giggled as Sam pulled you into him, wrapping his arm around your waist before placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Sam! You’re here!” A girl squealed, causing you and Sam to pull apart. When you turned, there standing in front of you and Sam was a tall gorgeous blonde with beautifully tanned skin. You were sure your jaw dropped to the floor and shattered into a million pieces. You hoped that that wasn’t Jess. Please let it not be Jess.

“Jess! Hey!” Sam left you to give her a chaste hug.

It was Jess…

“And you must be Y/N! Sam wouldn’t keep his mouth shut about you. It was really cute,” she beamed, hugging you. She even smells good.

When she pulled away, your insecurities came rushing to the forefront and all you wanted was to go home. To hide in the Impala and hope that the night went by quickly. She was this sparkling beauty. Standing beside her, you felt like a child. You were much shorter, your breasts weren’t as big, she was fuller in so many ways than you. And her smile. It was so bright that it was almost like staring into the sun. She was flawless.

“Come on, let me introduce you to everyone,” she smiled down at you, hooking her arm with yours, while Sam took hold of your free hand.

It surprised you how quickly you started to loosen up and feel like yourself. It definitely helped that Sam wouldn’t let you go. He was constantly touching you, holding your hand, resting his arm over your shoulders, and sneaking little kisses here and there. If you were on the outside looking in, you’d be jealous of yourself.

“You guys are adorable,” Jess chimed, smiling widely.

You have come to find that she was one hundred percent genuine. There was nothing malicious about her. She was literally perfect. She was sweet, looked like a goddess, incredibly intelligent, funny, and by the looks of the party she threw, she was most likely bound to win Prom Queen. And Sam was right. You did like her. It was damn near impossible not to. She seemed more interested in getting to know you than mingling with her other guests, and she didn’t once stop to ogle at your boyfriend. Jess was really nice and respectful to you.

Hours passed and you were actually enjoying yourself. You and Sam even got on the dance floor, moving together in perfect synchronization. The only time you ever danced was in your bedroom all alone when no one was home, or at Charlie’s house when you and the other girls somehow managed to get into her parent’s liquor cabinet. From all the times it happened, you were able to find out a few things about yourself. First being that you were actually a pretty decent dancer. Secondly, whiskey made you emotional while tequila would most likely get you thrown in jail. Lastly, you and your friends were a bunch of light weights, which was why alcohol was off limits for you. And you were going to be the DD if Sam decided to have a few drinks, which he only had one so far.

In the middle of your dancing, you had to excuse yourself to use the restroom, but when you came back, you weren’t prepared to see what you saw. Jess was dancing with Sam, her arms wrapped snuggly around his neck, body pressed flat against his, and whispering in his ear. They laughed before swaying. They shouldn’t be that close together right? She shouldn’t be clinging to him like that if it was platonic right? He wouldn’t allow her to be so close if he cared about you right?

You took one step back, bumping into so someone and spilling their drink. “Hey, watch it would ya?” The guy shot. That was all it took to gain Sam’s attention. His eyes widened as he shoved Jess away lightly.

If him and Jess dancing didn’t mean anything then he wouldn’t be looking at you with guilt, right?

“Y/N—” Sam called out, rushing his way over to you, but you ran. This was the first time your tiny figure came in handy. You were able to dodge and squeeze through the crowd with ease while Sam had to push his way through.

In a flash, you were outside heading over to the Impala. When you pulled on the handle, you cursed at yourself. Of course it was locked. Of course Sam had the key. Of course a guy like Sam could ever really be interested in a girl like you.

“Y/N?” It was Sam. As childish as it was, your body moved before you could resist the action. You hid behind another car. “Y/N!” Sam shouted.

You sitting on the gravel ground, leaning against some person’s random tire, hugging your knees to your chest. You wanted to cry but you remained as silent as possible. You didn’t want to be found. You didn’t even know what to say to him.

“Y/N?” Sam called your name softly. With your head buried in your arms, you could tell that Sam was right in front of you. “It’s not what you think.” You didn’t say anything. “We were just dancing as friends. I promise.” Still nothing. “Please believe me. It was nothing.”

“I want to go home,” you mumbled. “I want to go home now.”

“Okay, yeah. Let’s go home,” Sam agreed, grabbing your hand, but you were quick to pull away.

You didn’t see it, but Sam’s shoulder dropped. This was your first fight. He imagined that your first fight together was going to be something really stupid, like him hogging all the blankets, not something that threatened your relationship. Sam wasn’t ready to lose you, at lease not yet. He only hoped that he could make this right.

Half way home, you had fallen asleep. He thought about dropping you to your house, but he didn’t want to wake you, nor did he want to be so far from you just yet, so he stuck with the original plan. He brought you over to his place.

He carefully carried you out of the car, changed you out of your clothes and into one of his t-shirts without disturbing your slumber. He then left to sleep on the couch. He had contemplated if he should sleep in the same bed or not, unsure if you’d want him next to you after the misunderstanding. He didn’t want to upset you any more than he already had.

When Dean got home, he was surprised to see Sam getting comfortable on the couch with a pillow and blanket. “Do I wanna ask?” He eyed his baby brother.

“I messed up,” Sam sighed, running his hands down his face.

Dean let out a deep breath. “What happened?” he questioned, perching himself on one of the bar stools by the kitchen.

“Y/N, saw me dancing with another girl.”

“What do you mean, ‘dancing’?” Dean was a little worried now.

“Jess and I were dancing and well, we were a little too close. And when Y/N came back she saw us. I didn’t think it was a big deal until I saw the look on her face. It hit me like a freight train, and I panicked. I shoved Jess away from me and ran after her, which made it seem even worse than it actually was. It was all innocent, I swear. Jess saw me alone on the dance floor and came to keep me company, and the whole time all she did was ask questions about Y/N. Jess likes Y/N a lot. She just wanted to get to know her better and the music was too loud, so she leaned if closer… it was a mess. I’m such an idiot. I just need Y/N to hear me out, to let me explain what happened, but she wouldn’t talk to me.”

“Sammy…” Dean exhaled, “boy are you an idiot. Big time. Like huge!”

“I know—” Sam cried. “I’m the biggest idiot on the planet.”

“Try the universe,” Dean reprimanded. “Dude, you know Y/N. You knew how she felt about going to that party. If it were me in your shoes, I wouldn’t have gone in the first place. I would have suggested a smaller gathering; one I know Y/N would feel more comfortable in. Maybe even invite some of her friends. The girl is tough, but she isn’t the most confident person we know. You know her, Sam. You should have known better.”

“Geez Dean, I know! I already feel like crap about this, do you have to throw salt into the wound?” Sam groaned.

“Fuck yeah I do. I care about her too, Sammy. You’re her boyfriend. You should know these things.”

“Alright, alright. I get it. I colossally fucked up! Y/N deserves better than me! Happy?” Sam hissed.

“A little,” Dean smirked.

“You’re a dick,” Sam grumbled.

“Hey. On a good note… Y/N loves you even if you’re a douche, so use that to your advantage. In the morning talk to her. Explain how you were a dumbass, grovel, then kiss her like your life depends on it. She’ll forgive you, why? Because she knows the kind of person you are too.”

“Thanks Dean. I really needed that.”

“What are big brother’s for?” Dean smiled, getting up to give Sam a pat on his shoulder before leaving.

“Also, Dean?”

“Yeah,” Dean stopped, twisting his body a little to give Sam his attention.

“What were you doing while we were gone?” Sam asked.

“Nothing much, why?” The elder Winchester responded.

“Why are there mint condition Celine Dion cassette tapes out on the table?” Sam pointed to the tapes in front of him.

“Uh… they… well...” Dean cleared his throat, “I was going through some old boxes and found them. I-I figured, maybe they belonged to mom.” Dean stammered.

“But they look a little too new.” Sam noted.

“What? I—I swear they were like that when I found it!” Dean argued, rushing over to Sam and grabbing the tapes. “I’ll get rid of it.”

Sam gave his brother a skeptical look. “Yeah, sure. What ever you say,” he smirked knowingly.

“Just… Shut up!” With that, Dean stormed into his room.

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THIS WEEK IN SCHADENFREUDE, where Oklahoma State fans call for Mike Gundy’s mullet’s job

Also in the weekly roundup of post-Saturday internet angst: a dying man wishes for Arkansas to fire Bret Bielema, and Florida State fans want their .800-winning-percentage coach gone.

College football’s Week 4 was busy. It didn’t have any colossal upsets, but it had some surprises and a few brushes with chaos. Here’s how the internet responded, seen through the lens of five defeated fanbases whose online scenes I’ve toured.

Oklahoma State

Lost to TCU, 44-31, in a home upset. Someone proposed drastic consequences: the cleaving of head coach Mike Gundy’s immaculate mullet, a fixture since last year.

Let’s begin at the OrangePower.com message boards.

Thread: Time To Cut The Mullet, Coach

Okay. We get it. The Mullet took started as a joke, then took on a life of it's own.

That's great marketing --- when you're undefeated and riding the crest of a popularity wave.

But now you've gotten you a** kicked on national tv. You were beotch-slapped by a better game day coach that took you and your team to the woodshed.

The score was closer, but the game was a disaster.

But this isn’t strictly punitive. The poster thinks Gundy could stand to focus more on other things more productive to OSU’s mission if he gets rid of the haircut:

So, it's time to take a new focus -- one on the team not on your current media popular hairstyle.

Trim the mullet. Put the attention on improving the defense instead of your hair and lifestyle. The public loves it when you're winning, but when you're losing -- it doesn't care.

It was fun while it lasted, but now it's time to cut the damn thing.

This suggestion was met with widespread agreement. One poster couldn’t believe Gundy had lost to “a stupid visor wearing mf’er” like TCU coach Gary Patterson.

Someone sums it up:

Time to be business in the front, and back.

Another Pokes fan thinks Gundy needs to stop hunting turtles.

We’ve known for a while that Gundy hunts rattlesnakes:

Rattlesnake hunt in Okeene, OK with Todd and Wild Bill. http://pic.twitter.com/0SqWb9LxFk

— Mike Gundy (@CoachGundy) March 17, 2017

But a few weeks back, Gundy said he likes hunting turtles, too.

“They’re really good. When they know you get around them, they jump in the water,” Gundy said. “And so you got to kind of sneak up on them a little bit. At my place, we have quite a few of those off-road vehicles, called Gators. And so they’re accustomed to the sound of the Gator. So if you drive a Gator by, they won’t move. They’ll stay there. But if you walk up on them, you can’t very close to them because they’re too smart. They’ll jump in the water. So we used the Gators as our friend and try to keep as many turtles as we can out of the ponds because they eat your fish.”

Thread: How about a little less turtle hunting

and a lot more team preparation.

I wanna circle back to the mullet thing. So many OSU fans are directly reaching out to Gundy to tell him it’s time to get a haircut.

Cut the mullet @CoachGundy

— Emily Falkenberg (@Emilypfalk) September 23, 2017

Time to cut the mullet @CoachGundy #osuvstcu #ridiculousgame

— Jill Kimbrough (@jillkimbrough) September 23, 2017

Here’s Gundy getting told off by a couple of fans after tweeting appreciation for a group that brings seriously ill children to sporting events:

Cut the mullet

— Shane Wilde (@noShandlebars) September 24, 2017

Time the let the mullet go. Business in the front & back!

— Manscape & Massage (@ManscapeMassage) September 24, 2017

Cut your hair and donate half your salary back to Oklahoma teachers. Be a man. You are over paid

— My Info (@shirlmatlock56) September 24, 2017

“Be a man,” on the 10-year anniversary week of the “I’m a man” rant, no less.

Florida State

Lost 27-21 to NC State, falling to 0-2 and out of the AP Poll while the other team’s best player stopped to drop a loogie on the Noles’ logo.

The loss dropped Jimbo Fisher to a measly 78-19 at FSU, and he still just has one national title in eight-plus seasons, and there might be one, two, or even three coaches in the country slightly better than him.

Let’s see how Noles fans responded!

Here’s a gentleman screaming that Fisher’s overpaid and that his defensive coordinator, Charles Kelly, should be fired:

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Can we fire jimbo fisher please! @FSUFootball

— Jonah Pate (@PateJonah) September 23, 2017

Jimbo Fisher is garbage . Fire him @FSUFootball

— Brad Dozier (@b_dozz) September 23, 2017

Let’s scoot on over to the message boards at Noles247.

Thread: Fire them all

Thread: Jimbo is a JOKE

So soft..not a Bowden bone in him.He’s just becoming noise.When u have more talent just play ball.why does he think he can win games 17-14 with this OL,DC and his play calling??...u just get tired watching this.

Thread: Fisher and whole staff need to be fired.

Totally inept and we will never be back to Playoffs with him. Only way to retain him is if he does what Dabo does, go get great coordinators, and then get out if their way and just be a cheerleader and recruiter. But, dumbo is to stubborn to do that,

FSU has made one of the three Playoffs that have ever been played. It’ll miss this year’s, which will drop Fisher to a mere .250 all-time Playoff participation rate.

Some people had a more pensive, chill attitude about everything.

Thread: I Don't know why Everyone's So Pissed Off That We Suck

So we suck. Who cares? Grow up.

Same:

Thread: I'm just here for the meltdown.

Love reading all the meltdown threads. My favorite part is when another team has a meltdown and everyone is so quick to point and laugh like it's beneath them. Who should we fire today fellas??? Maybe even shut program down at this point.

Boise State

Lost at home to Virginia, 42-23. Virginia! 42-23!

How does the commentariat feel about head coach Bryan Harsin, an alum who’s now fallen all the way to 40-16 all-time as the Broncos’ head coach?

To Boise’s Scout.com message board we go.

Thread: What does the buyout look like

Thread: Is this the darkest moment.........

for Boise State football in the 21st century or has it been worse? I am just not accustomed to seeing what I am seeing.

One message board poster, screen name zagco, had a specific demand.

Thread: Fire Brian Harsin!

Zagco is going to start a website!

Merely a half-hour after that plea, zagco said zagco was signing off altogether.

Thread: Goodbye BroncoCountry

Zagco is totally done with Boise State football until Harsin is gone. No more posts.

A short while later, another board poster was offering to buy the domain name firebryanharsin.com (for 25 percent off!) if someone else on the forum agreed to help manage the page. But another poster suggested a simpler solution:

Just create a fire Bryan Harsin Facebook page. It's free

To which the solicitor replied, “Good call.”

The Fire Harsin Facebook page doesn’t appear to be active yet. But!

(function(d, s, id) { var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0]; if (d.getElementById(id)) return; js = d.createElement(s); js.id = id; js.src = "//connect.facebook.net/en_US/sdk.js#xfbml=1&version=v2.10"; fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs); }(document, 'script', 'facebook-jssdk'));

Fire Bryan Harsin! Hire Les Miles!! Boise State so not the same

Posted by Nick Olsen on Friday, 22 September 2017

That is, if they can keep Les Miles away from the Nebraska AD job.

Kentucky

Lost 28-27 to Florida when its defense literally forgot to cover a receiver. That made 31 consecutive losses to UF, many of them in painful fashion.

But was this crushing to the program?

On the one hand, there’s a thread on UK’s Rivals board that’s titled, “Last Night Not Crushing to the Program.”

On the other, there’s another thread that’s titled, “Hard to overstate how crushing this is to the program.”

Here’s an exceptionally dark metaphor about Kentucky football in general.

Thread: Kentucky Football Reminds Me Of

The fable of the turtle and the scorpion. The gist of it is the scorpion wanted to ride the turtle across the river and promised he wouldn't sting the turtle if he gave him a ride. The turtle reluctantly agreed to take the scorpion. Halfway across the river the scorpion stings the turtle. The turtle asks, "why did you do that? Now we will both drown." The scorpion replies, "it's just my nature."

The Kentucky football fans are the turtle. The football team is the scorpion. No matter how much you expect something bad to happen, you reluctantly believe everything will be fine. So you go along for the ride and get your hopes up only to have it sting you and you sink to the bottom. That is how Kentucky football feels to me.

Here’s a Reddit thread I just figured I’d drop in full.

Slightly NSFW:

Arkansas

Lost to Texas A&M in overtime, like it does every year.

One fan says his near-death grandfather wants Bret Bielema fired before he dies.

@ClayTravis From Arkansas message board.. Amazing #hogs http://pic.twitter.com/nWzdQioLzM

— Jared Roll (@jroll918) September 23, 2017

Arkansas fans are less than stoked about their head coach and athletic director.

Let’s peruse Hogville.net for a few minutes.

Thread: Economical Solution to Our Problem

Replace AD Jeff Long with Wisconsin’s Barry Alvarez, who has worked nowhere other than Wisconsin since 1990. It’s an airtight plan.

Fire Long. Hire Barry Alvarez. Alvarez is making $1.125 million at Wisconsin. BB can be Alvarez's boy again, do as he is told, and regain his former level of highish mediocrity.

Thread: Go away BB

BB please go away. You are the worst coach we have ever had. Our program and state deserves better and Ws matter.

Also, there are multiple people worried that Arkansas will lose next weekend to New Mexico State. Yet another overtime loss to Aggies?

Is there a GoFundMe to pay Bielema’s massive buyout, currently north of $15 million?

Hell yeah there is.

The fundraiser, Austin Johnson, writes:

It's safe to say that Bret's time here should be over, however, Jeff Long has made this difficult with the lucrative 15.5 mil buyout, let's end this misery ourselves

Does the GoFundMe have any actual donations?

No, of course not.

So, any other solutions to make Arkansas competitive in the SEC West?

None better than this:

@jefflongUA How about Jimmy Johnson! Played for Razorbacks, won National Championship and also Super Bowls.

— Todd Naccarato (@todd_naccarato) September 24, 2017

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