Don't know what you see
When you look at me girl
It's not plain to see
That's what frightens me now
'Cause I know, what I show
Might not be what I know
Yeah I been, beaten down
But you changed that for me
You'll never know how low I was before
'Cause I've been changed since you walked through my door
~ Mustard Plug – Everything Girl
Dean whistled as he re-entered the motel room, bag of take-out in one hand. Sam was sitting on one of the beds, staring vacantly out of the window. Sighing, Dean tossed the food on the table and waved a hand in front of his brother’s face. Sam blinked and looked up, only just noticing Dean’s return.
“What’s up, dude?”
“Do you know what day it is, Dean?”
From the number of girls that had hit on him in the short trip to town and back, Dean wouldn’t have got it confused with any other day. “February 14th. Valentine’s Day. I’m telling ya, there was this one chick that…oh.” The penny suddenly dropped and Dean trailed off.
“I miss her so much, man.” There were tears in Sam’s eyes as he spoke.
Dean rummaged through the bag he’d brought back with him, and pulled out two beers, using the edge of his knife to pop the top off them both, he handed one to Sam, then sat down on the next bed, leaning back against the headboard. “Tell me about her.”
Sam took a swig of the beer and then stared down at the bottle, fingers picking at the edge of the label. “I remember, our first Valentine’s Day…”
After the issues they’d had the last Halloween, when Jess had turned up dressed as Supergirl and Sam had done his best not to stare because she looked very hot and sheepishly revealed that he hated Halloween and never celebrated it, Jess had told him in advance, in no uncertain terms, that he would be taking her out for a romantic dinner.
Though, even a full ride didn’t cover everything and Sam offered to cook a meal for her instead at his place. But it didn’t go to plan when Jess arrived, Sam let her in, covered from head to toe in various ingredients, and there was smoke coming from the kitchen.
They’d ended up eating Chinese take-out curled up on the sofa, because the table, which Sam had made the effort to set up with candles, was in the kitchen and the burning smell was a little much for either of them to take.
Sam had been mortified, apologising almost continuously, explaining that he’d never had to do any cooking growing up until Jess silenced him with a kiss. He kissed he back deeply before Jess was standing up and pulling him towards the bedroom, whispering into his ear how he could make it up to her, and all thoughts of food were banished.
Realising that he was rambling, Sam stopped, cheeks flushing red as he waited for Dean to tease him about being a girl. But Dean just raised his beer slightly. “She sounds like a great girl.”
Sam smiled. “She was.”
Dean gave a small grin, with an evil glint his eye, “Though Samantha, you never could cook as a kid, what made you think it would work as an adult?”