#maybe no snowshoeing for Sam I guess

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The New Neighbor-(Baby It’s Cold Outside)

This fic was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Seasons of Love/Colors of Winter Challenge.  This story is Part 2 of my New Neighbor Series. Part 1, Leaves Aint the Only Thing Fallin’, can be found HERE.  My picture is:

You were finishing up the last batch of Christmas cookies when you heard a knock at your back door, and then Sam’s voice. “Y/N, it’s me.”

“Come on in, I’m in the kitchen!” You called back.

  Sam walked in, beanie covering his head, and cheeks red with the cold.  “It smells amazing in here! Please tell me those are for me.”

“They are for the ornament exchange, but I did make you a plate.” You informed him as you pulled the last tray out of the oven.

“Tell me what that is again?” He asked, swiping two cookies off the cooling rack.

“It’s so much fun! We all go to Trina’s with a wrapped ornament, drink a ton of wine, and play this elaborate game that basically boils down to stealing other people’s ornaments. It gets very cutthroat.”

“Sounds very festive.  Is there anything that happens with you ladies that doesn’t involve wine?” Sam asked with a grin.

“God, I hope not!” You answered immediately.

 Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s up?” You busied yourself with making him a cup of coffee as he pulled off his beanie and coat.

“So I found this note on my front door this morning that said that I’d been “Elf’ed”. There was a gift bag with some chocolate and a bottle of wine in it. I’ve at a loss here, Y/N. Am I supposed to guess who it’s from?” He looked adorably confused.

You couldn’t help smiling. Sometimes you forgot that Sam was new to the neighborhood.  Just as you had predicted, your neighbor April had spread the news of your and Sam’s backyard kiss in the fall as fast as her fingers could text it. And suddenly everyone was sticking their nose in your business, much to your annoyance.

You did go on that dinner date with Sam.  And that led to several more, and next thing you knew, you were spending pretty much all your free time together.  He was just so easygoing and kind, and he really made you happy.  Now if only you could keep your private life somewhat private, everything would be perfect.

“You’re supposed to tape the sign to the inside of your door so everyone knows you’ve already been “Elf’ed”. Then you make up a little gift and do it to someone else.  But the trick is, you have to surprise them, and not get caught. So you should do it at night. Don’t worry. I’ll help you since it’s your first time.”  You patted his arm reassuringly.  “As long as you promise to share your chocolate with me.”

“This neighborhood needs to come with an instruction manual.” He grumbled good-naturedly.

“So what are you doing while I’m at Trina’s?” You asked curiously.

“Vicki’s husband Rick invited me over.  Apparently, the men get together and watch football during the “drunken estrogen-fest”, as he called it.” Sam said with a chuckle.

“Oh good! Then you can drive me home if I have too much to drink.” You said happily.  “Vicki was complaining because Rick spent a ton of money on this bottle of 50-year old bourbon that he’s super excited about. I think he’s going to give you all some to taste.”

“Really? I like bourbon. So tell me, do the men gossip as much as the women do?” He asked curiously. “I just want to be prepared.”

You shrugged. “No idea. I’ve never been allowed in the boys club, sorry. I have no idea what debauchery goes on there.”

Sam walked over to you and pulled you into his arms, kissing you gently.  “So are we officially a thing?” He asked softly when he pulled away.

You looked up at him, a ghost of a smile on your face. “I thought that’s what we have been doing for the past three months, yeah.”

“That’s not what I mean, Y/N. I know you don’t want everyone knowing our business. I’m sure someone there is gonna ask me.  What should I say?” He stared at you intently as he waited for you to answer.

“I’m ready to be a thing if you are. Everyone assumes we are anyway.  What do you say, Winchester, want to be my not-so-secret boyfriend?” You asked, lacing your fingers with his.

“Nothing would make me happier,” Sam said before kissing you again.

******

The men, it turned out, weren’t much for gossip.  Rick, Vicki’s husband, handed Sam a snifter of the 50-year old bourbon and said, “So Sam, you and Y/N, huh?”

“Yeah,” Sam replied.

“I never liked her ex.” Trina’s husband Mike added. “Total douchebag.”

“So I’ve heard,” Sam commented.  Then the topic changed to the Chiefs’ chance of making the playoffs this year. And that was the extent of the discussion about Sam and Y/N’s relationship.

Christmas Eve was tomorrow, and you were supposed to fly home in the morning to the East Coast to see your family.  You hadn’t been home in two years, and you couldn’t wait to meet your new niece.  But the forecast was starting to look ominous.

Sam had offered to drive you to the airport since his family was local and he didn’t have to be anywhere until the evening.  At first, the weatherman said there was a chance of a white Christmas this year, but as the days passed, they said a major storm was on the way. It was already flurrying.

It wasn’t long before the texts started coming.

Sam: Have you seen the forecast? They said we will have a foot by morning.

Kelsey: You’re not still going, are you? 

Trina: Did they cancel your flight yet?

Vicki: Maybe you and Sam will get snowed in <wink wink>

Mom: I’m a little worried about you flying in this weather, sweetie.  Call me.

It wasn’t long after that you got a text from the airline that your flight had been canceled.  You called your mother and updated her on the situation.  They were closing the airport until the storm had passed, so you had no idea when you’d be able to get another flight.

After sending out a group text telling everyone your flight was canceled and you weren’t going, you sent a separate message to Sam telling him you were going to bed, and you’d talk to him tomorrow.

Right now, you didn’t want to see anyone, not even Sam.

When you woke up the next morning, you padded into the kitchen to make some coffee and called Sam.

“Hey, Sam. I just got up. What time are you going to your parents?” You asked sleepily.

“Have you looked outside, Y/N? No one’s going anywhere.” He said with a laugh.

You pulled back the curtain from your kitchen window and peered outside.  The snow was so deep it came halfway up the window.  And it was still coming down. “Jeez, how much did we get?”

“Almost two feet, with more on the way.  My mom said not to come. My brother’s car handles like a tank in the snow, so he bailed. Sadie could barely get outside, it’s that bad.  So I suddenly have no plans.“

“Me neither.”

“Wanna come over?” Sam asked you, and suddenly the idea of being snowed in with Sam on Christmas Eve sounded immensely appealing.

“I’d love to, but I don’t own any snowshoes.” You teased.

“I have an idea. You start shoveling from your back door, and I’ll start from mine, and we’ll meet in the middle. Sound good?” He asked hopefully.

“Let me get another cup of coffee in me and a shower, and your on!” You replied, always up for a challenge. You grabbed a backpack, threw in Sam’s Christmas present, and started shoveling.

After about ten minutes, you were done. The snow was wet and heavy, and your arms were like wet noodles. “Fuck it!” You snapped, and you just started pushing your way through the snow towards Sam’s back door.

“Sam? Are you there?” You called out.  All you could see was white everywhere.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” Sam sounded really far away.

“Shoveling sucks. I’m coming over.  Get ready.”

After what seemed like an eternity, you broke through the wall of snow and fell into Sam’s arms, almost knocking him over.  You were covered from head to toe in snow and ice, so he quickly led you into his warm house., Sadie barking excitedly at your arrival.

He helped you pull off your coat and boots, your clothes were soaked through and you were shivering. “Let me get you some dry clothes to wear.”

He came back with a pair of red flannel pants that were about 4 sizes too big, a Stanford sweatshirt, and green socks with snowflakes on them. “Dean gave me these for Christmas last year,” He explained.  You rolled the waistband of the pants up several times, and he settled you on the couch while he made you coffee with a big dollop of Bailey’s in it to warm you up.

He changed into flannel pajamas too, and the two of you exchanged presents and watched Christmas movies until you fell asleep in his arms and he carried you to his bedroom, Sadie following at his heels.

“I’m glad we’re spending Christmas together, Y/N.” He whispers against your hair as he kisses down your neck.

“I am too. I love you, Sam.” You murmur before you are fully awake.

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