everyonelives | some roads you really fly

Sometimes. We're actually taking one right now.

[Oddly enough.]

Dean wants to stick around for a while.

He does?... Not because of Stiles.

( Please. )

[He's quick to shake his head.]

No, no.

[He pauses, because he's not sure this is his to reveal, but it'll put Allison's mind at ease.]

Because of Elena.

Oh.

( That's - well, she wasn't expecting that. )

Okay.

( That's better is what that is. )

What about you?

[He raises an eyebrow, trying to see what she's getting at - what is he up to or does he have a mysterious small town girl that's suddenly come back into his life:]

What about me?

( She could go several places with this. She could ask about a small town girl. Or, any girl. She could ask about his work. Or, she could woman up. Lydia will have a story for later. )

Is there a small town girl you're here to romance?

[Oh. Oh.

He eyes her, weighing his options before answering.]

No. Not one from here, anyway.

[Allison technically still counts as a small town girl, right?]

( She could. She's more the transfer student, but, she was transferred to several small towns, including Beacon Hills. )

A nice girl from somewhere else? She sounds like a handful.

Oh, you could call her that.

[He smirks as he leans back in the booth, drumming his fingers lightly against the table.]

But that tends to be what I'm into.

... Do... you want to get out of here?

( She could text Lydia that dinner might be a little delayed should things move in the more horizontal direction. )

[He hesitates. Not because it's a line he doesn't want to cross, but because it's still a line that they would be crossing.

But for right now, all they're doing is leaving. There's a lot of steps before they get to that point.]

Yeah. Sure.

[He'll throw down some money for his tab, pack up his stuff, and let Allison lead.]

( It is a line, but he's not on her payroll. He is a family friend but he's age appropriate. And her dad has never championed the guys she likes. For once? She's doing it herself. Sliding back out, he holds her jacket in her hands as they take a walk down the block.

She quickly sends a text to Lydia. She may need to get her own food if she's hungry, Allison left with Sam... And when that goes out, they're rounding the side of the building. )

There. So, Lydia won't worry. I'm sharing her room until we find a place. ( And... ) Where are you staying?

[He makes a small face, because:]

Back at the house with Cas and Jack.

[And his brother, but he will send a text off to Dean to see where he's spending his night.

Meanwhile Lydia will just respond accordingly.]

Right. We are two teenagers.

( Okay... )

Where do teenagers go to do these things in small towns?

Well. If I remember correctly from when I was living here ...

[Which was a long time ago, so take these recommendations with a grain of salt.]

There's the Old Mill, or the Falls or fun civil war cellars which I'm ninety percent sure some of the local werewolves use for full moons.

( Isn't the Old Mill the only mill? )

Civil War cellars. Is that what does it for you?

[He holds up his hands.]

Not me. I just went to high school here.

[And let's be honest, Sam's enough of a romantic that he would probably have picked the Falls if he was going to be getting creative with his sex.]

Maybe the Falls... Do you have a blanket in there?

( ...Or. )

There being the car. Did you drive here, or walk here?

I did drive.

[They'd still need somewhere to park, but to at least stop standing awkwardly outside the Grille:]

Want to go for a ride?

Yes. I would really like that.

( And so they drive! )

[So they do! And the great thing about Mystic Falls is that there are a lot of open empty spaces where they could kill the lights and the car will probably go unnoticed.

Any vampires that would try and prey on them would be making a grave mistake.

But once they do find a good spot, Sam glances over and asks, because he isn't the kind of guy who usually goes from zero to sixty.]

So.

[A pause as he tries to figure out how to say this.]

You sure about this?

Seeing as it was my idea? Are you having second thoughts?

( She too goes from zero to sixty. If she's in, she's in. He didn't quite sweep her off his feet. But, she definitely knows what she wants. She's taking a page out of Lydia's handbook. )

No.

[Not serious ones, anyway. Dean has always been the brother who moves faster, who leans into the impulsivity of it all, but that's never been Sam's strong suit.

He gets too attached. Maybe because he puts too much of his heart into it, but he does like Allison and he does want to be here.]

Just checking.

[It's the kind of line that once you slide across it you can't take it back. He wants to know what to expect. But he should also probably just shut his mouth.

He's never been good at that.]

Sam. I'm sure. I want this. Whatever this is. I want you. And if you're good with that? Then be good with it. Come on.

( And out the door she climbs, the sun so close to being done setting. It's actually quite picturesque. Darker blues and hints of orange and red. )

[He can be good with that. He takes a deep breath and nods, getting out of the car to follow her and grabbing whatever supplies they may need for a trip up into the Falls to be away from prying eyes for a little while.]

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