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It’s You

Squares Filled: Tooth Rotting fluff: @samcreationsbingo​ // Quote E “I can’t believe you’re bringing this up again”: Tell me a story bingo @supernatural-jackles​ // Neighbor AU @spnmixedbingo​ // AtU: Blind Date @acrosstheuniversebingo​ // Bad Things: Tongue-tied @badthingshappenbingo​ // AU Bingo: Jo Harvelle @spnaubingo​ // Syd’s Challenge: “I am so going to regret this” // fluff bingo: photographer AU @spnfluffbingo​ Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader WC: 1432 Warnings: Fluff? Yeah basically that’s it. Fluff, blind date, a little kissing Credits: @that-one-gay-girl​ and @padalelli​ for beta reading; @padalelli​ for the header; @firefly-graphics​ for the divider A/N: I felt like writing some Sam Fluff today for some reason. I hope it lives up to his image. Prompts are in bolded italics, incoming texts are just italics, outgoing just bold.

“Jo, I’ve told you before, I don’t need you to set me up with your cousin, okay?” You paced around your apartment, trying to keep your voice down since all of your walls were paper thin. You didn’t want your neighbors to hear about your perpetual singleness. 

“And I told you that you cannot keep shutting yourself in that apartment with your cat. I’m going to take a guess that you’re in your baggy gray sweats, ratty sweatshirt with the neckline that hangs off a shoulder, hair in a very messy bun, and fuzzy socks with a bag of Cheetos in your hand. Am I close?” she sassed you.

You looked down at yourself and sighed. Your best friend was absolutely right and she knew it. “I don’t have Cheetos in my hand, Jo.”

“I knew it. Okay, be at Rocky’s at 7 on Thursday. And wear something nice, Y/N!” She ended the call and you stared down at your phone, wondering what the hell just happened.

“I am so going to regret this,” you mumbled, trudging to your closet to start prepping your outfit. Your date was in two days and Jo was going to bug you about your outfit in about three hours.

“Jo, I can’t believe you’re bringing this up again,” Sam fussed at his cousin on the way home from his photo shoot. “I meet plenty of people, thank you.”

“Come on, Sam. PLEASE! She’s a really sweet girl and she’s gorgeous,” Jo begged. He could practically see her puppy dog face. 

“Jo, I really don’t want to start dating right now. I just got the studio running well and besides, my neighbor is really cute and sweet and I’m thinking about asking her out.” Sam wasn’t lying for the most part. His neighbor was really attractive and he did want to ask her out. He was just...nervous. His last relationship had lasted for four years before Eileen went back to Ireland and before that was Jess in college who, coincidentally, also moved across the country.

“Sam, one date. I’ll owe you so big.” 

“Fine, Jo. Fine. Will you at least tell Dean you’re setting me up so he can come rescue me if I need it?” 

“Thank you, Sam! You won’t regret this. Rocky’s. Thursday at 7. Oh, and it was Dean’s idea,” Jo said, ending the call with a quick “Thanks, Sam. I love you!”

Sam stared at his phone in defeat, unable to believe that the two of them conspired against him and somehow roped him into a blind date. He huffed and shot a text to his brother. 

<I am going to murder you in your sleep. Why are you and Jo plotting together to set me up? >Oh, come on, Sammy. Live a little. I’m letting her set me up, too, if it makes you feel better. <Really doesn’t. >Sam, this girl sounds perfect for you. <I still hate you right now.

Sam made it to his apartment door at the same time his neighbor was walking out of hers with a bag of garbage in her hand. “Oh...um...hi,” he managed to say. He was always so flustered when she was around.

“Hey, Sam,” she replied with a sweet smile. “Long day at the studio?”

“Y-yeah. Long. Long day,” he stammered, his cheeks turning red. 

“I won’t keep you. Have a good night, Sam,” she said with a small wave, walking away to throw her bag of trash at the dumpster.

“Yeah, night,” he mumbled when she was out of earshot. He walked into his apartment and threw his keys and bag on the counter. “Idiot,” he chastised, disappointed that he couldn’t just speak up and ask his neighbor out.

Thursday came quickly and just as you’d expected, you had to work a little late. You thought ahead and wore the dress you had planned on and brought along your heels and makeup. You made it out of work with just enough time to make it to Rocky’s by 7. You touched up your makeup as you drove, knowing how dangerous it was to apply mascara and drive, but being pressed for time and wanting to look your best forced your hand.

Jo had told you that the guy, whose name she refused to give you, would be sitting in a booth halfway down the left side with his back to the door and a white rose on the table. You took a deep breath as you opened the door and stepped inside, the jukebox playing an old Lynyrd Skynryd song as you entered.

You quickly spotted a white rose at a table, its occupant a tall man in a dark blue shirt and jeans. You walked over slowly, taking steadying breaths as you approached the table.

Sam was told that his date would find him, that all he had to do was leave a white rose on the edge of the table. To say he was nervous was an understatement. His leg wouldn’t stop bouncing under the table and his hands couldn’t stay still. He stopped breathing every time the door opened.

Sam heard the clicking of high heels walking towards the booths and he closed his eyes and took some deep breaths. He heard the footsteps stop at his table and he opened his eyes to see you standing there.

You took his breath away in your simple black skater dress, your makeup light, your eyes sparkling with excitement. His jaw fell open in surprise as his eyes raked over your frame

“Sam?” you asked, looking around to see if there were any other white roses on other tables before sliding into the seat opposite him.

Sam was still staring in disbelief. “It’s you,” he whispered.

“How do you know Jo?” you questioned, feeling much more at ease about the date now that it was the neighbor you’d been crushing on.

“She’s my cousin. I didn’t realize you knew her,” he replied with a soft smile. 

“Jo has been one of my best friends since college.” You matched the curl of his lips with your own, silently thanking Jo for finally breaking you down.

“I have to admit, I did everything I could think of to get her off my back. She’s been pushing for this setup for a while now,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke.

“Honestly, I did too. She’s been begging to set me up with her cousin for close to a year now. I finally agreed to shut her up,” you chuckled.

“Do you regret it?” Sam asked you, a tone in his voice you could only describe as hope.

“Not at all,” you instantly replied, your smile widening as his did the same, the dimples on his cheeks becoming more prominent. 

The two of you sat at the bar and talked for hours, eventually migrating to the same side of the booth after a couple of drinks. You shared stories about work, family, and school, laughing as he told you about his brother Dean and the date that Jo was setting him up on. “I’ll have to get with Jo and work with her. I owe them for tonight,” he told you, taking a sip of his beer.

“Is that right?” you flirted, taking a sip of your own drink.

“Yeah I’ve, uh, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now but I would get a little flustered and tongue-tied when I would see you.” Sam looked a little embarrassed by that fact so you rested your hand on his arm.

“I would have said yes, y’know,” you said softly.

Sam’s head lifted and his kaleidoscope eyes met yours. You felt yourself moving towards him, closing the distance between your lips and Sam’s. He met you halfway, his soft, pillowy lips meeting yours gently, your eyes fluttering shut. His hand reached up to cup your cheek; yours moved up his arm to rest on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath your palm. 

He pulled back far too soon and not soon enough all at once. You opened your eyes to see Sam gazing at you in amazement. “You want to get out of here?” he asked.

You nodded and he helped you out of the booth, tossing down several bills to cover your drinks and a generous tip. His hand never left the small of your back as he guided you out of the bar.

You stopped in front of your car and looked up at him with a smile. “Your place or mine?”

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