Accidentally on purpose (private, Sam, NC17)

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam noticed her facial expression change as he mentioned being an investigator. She actually seemed interested in it. He watched as she worked on finishing her breakfast. Noticing she was pushing the last of her hash browns around the plate, not really eating them. Sam wondered if he had done something wrong.

His coffee was just about gone so he waved the waitress over for a refill. She came over and filled up both of their cups. Sam asked her to bring the check and she pulled out her pad and pulled off two pages and wrote on them and was about to set them on the table.

"I'll take both of those please."

He said as he grabbed both checks and nodded his thanks to the waitress as she cleared the empty plates. Then he turned back to Layla and grinned at her as the waitress walked away. He listened as Layla continued on.

"My father leads the violent crime investigation unit in Nashville, where I'm from,"

"I always imagined I'd grow up to do something like that..."

Sam raised his eyebrows as she spoke. So her father was a cop. He rubbed his forehead idly as he thought about that. Not exactly an ideal situation. A little bit of checking and she'd found out about their records. He pushed that thought away for now, he was enjoying her company too much to let it bother him.

"You really wanted to be a cop? Why didn't you?"

Sam sat back in the booth holding his coffee in both hands. Sipping it as he continued to watch her as she spoke.

[layla]

Leilah finally set her fork down as the waitress started collecting dishes, allowing her own to be taken. At least she had a full cup of coffee again and could stall with that. She was surprised to see Sam ask for both checks and insist on paying for them both, and was about to protest but then he asked her a question.

Why did she stop pursuing law enforcement? She knew why, but admitting it to a total stranger was difficult. How do you admit to a guy like Sam Winchester that you don't feel like doing anything with your life anymore because your sister didn't get a chance to do anything with hers.

'Be honest,' Rhiannon told her. It was the most sensible thing she had said all night.

"My uh... my sister was shot..." she began hesitantly, drawing her coffee cup closer and watching the steam rise from it. "She went into a coma and then one day she was... gone." She sighed, and looked up at Sam, her brown eyes glistening with the threat of tears, but she was able to keep them from falling. "I sort of.. lost my motivation after that." She shook her head and looked back down at her coffee and gave an uneasy laugh. "It's funny. You'd think it would inspire me... maybe I could find the bastard and make him pay, but..."

But Rhiannon doesn't want me looking for payback, she added to herself.

She glanced up at Sam, and nodded to the checks in his hand. "You don't have to do that, Sam... I can get it..."

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam drank his coffee slowly as he waited for her to answer. He saw her hesitate for a moment. Another sip of coffee and he still had a smile on his face. Until he heard her answer.

"My uh... my sister was shot..."

"She went into a coma and then one day she was... gone."

"I sort of.. lost my motivation after that."

"It's funny. You'd think it would inspire me... maybe I could find the bastard and make him pay, but..."

His face fell and for the first time since he'd met her that morning the smile was gone from his face. He knew what it felt like to lose a sibling. He also knew what it had done to her. What she meant by both parts of the feeling. Losing your motivation but he also new the other side. Though he wouldn't call it inspiration. More like revenge or a death wish. He was glad that apparently she hadn't gone down that particular path. Sam looked down at his coffee.

"I... I'm sorry. That's terrible. To lose your sister like that."

He stopped talking and nodded his head and stretched out his hand. He let his finger tips touch hers. There really wasn't a lot that you could say. People try to comfort but there really is no comfort, he knew that all too well.

After a few minutes of quiet. Sam let his hand stay touching hers as she began to talk again. Protesting about his paying both checks. He glanced up at her and gave her another little smile.

"It OK, really I got it. It's the least I could do. I think if we hadn't taken this table together that waitress wouldn't have left me alone."

He gave her a smirk and nodded in the direction of the waitress and sure enough she was staring in his direction with a not to happy look on her face. Sam looked back at Layla and shrugged.

"I've definitely enjoyed my breakfast this morning thanks to you. And... Ummm... Well, it would be nice if it didn't have to end quite yet. I mean the talking. We could... Uh take a walk or something? Unless of course, you probably have something to do right?"

Sam felt like kicking himself. Asking her to go for a walk, that was pretty lame. Not to mention she probably had plenty of things she needed to do today besides sit around and talk to him. What was he thinking.

"Maybe I'll just pay the checks and you can get on your way. I've probably kept you longer than you intended already. I'm sorry."

Sam pulled out his wallet and started extracting some bills from inside. Still feeling rather like a dork he looked over at her sheepishly.

[layla]

Layla glanced down at his hand barely touching hers. He did so hesitantly and she wanted to just take hold of his fingers, but didn't want to seem overeager or desperate. Instead she just moved her fingers slightly towards him, allowing their hands to brush lightly. She looked up and met his gaze and found herself smiling again. The allure of bad boy charm with a heart of gold. No wonder she felt her breath catch in her chest every time their eyes met.

Sam directed her attention to the waitress and subtly she looked over to see the woman glaring in their direction. She couldn't help it. She laughed out loud and just to put on a show, she looked back to him with a coy, flirtatious smile and started dragging her index finger back and forth on the back of his hand. Another quick glance to the waitress proved that she didn't like that one bit.

He started telling her how he had enjoyed his breakfast and then, she couldn't believe it, was expressing his interest in remaining in her company. Layla's entire face lit up when he asked her to go for a walk, but before she could even respond and accept, he was retracting the offer. Her expression faltered and she watched blankly as Sam started pulling bills out of his wallet, looking as though he had done something preposterous by asking her to spend time with him.

Gently she reached out and grasped his wrist. "Sam?" she said. "I'm free all day..."

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam grinned at her when she grabbed his wrist and told him she was free for the whole day. The touch of her hand sending a little shiver down his spine.

Standing up Sam put the checks and some money down on the table. Leaving enough for a decent tip. Then he held his hand out to Layla, looking her in the eyes.

"Well, let's go then. Uh... I'm not sure what there is to do around her but I'm sure we can figure out something. We could start with a walk though if that's not to lame?"

He felt that goofy smile finding it's way to his face again. For some reason he just felt good with her. Wondering what it was about her. Maybe it was just nice to have a normal conversation over a normal breakfast. It really didn't matter he thought. He was having a good time and he didn't want to let go of it just yet.

[layla]

Layla took Sam's hand and slid from her booth seat. She thought it was absolutely adorable that he was worried about his idea of a walk sounding 'lame,' and she gave his hand an affectionate squeeze before turning to grab her purse from the seat. "I think a walk sounds great," she told him honestly. She looked past him over at the scowling waitress as they made their way to the door, giving the girl a little wave before slipping her hand into Sam's once again. 'Sorry,' she told the waitress mentally. 'You win some, you lose some.' The waitress stared after her with a shocked expression on her face and Layla just grinned as she and Sam left the diner and stepped outside into the fresh morning air.

They had been in the diner long enough that the sun had finally made an appearance in the sky. It was chilly outside, but bright enough and not freezing cold at least. "There are little shops all up and down this strip," she told Sam, and she was about to start walking to the right when she decided that she'd rather not carry her purse.

"Could you hold on?" she asked, and she let go of his hand and headed over to her car, unlocking the trunk. She pulled a small wad of cash from the wallet in her purse and stuffed it into her pocket along with her keys, and then closed the trunk and returned to Sam. "Much better," she smiled. "Where do you want to go?"

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam felt a little jolt of electricity when Layla took his hand.He could tell he was blushing a little when she squeezed his hand and told him a walk sounded good. Hand in hand they walked out of the diner. Sam noticed Layla give the waitress a little smirk and he couldn't help but smirk himself. The waitress didn't look happy.

As they walked outside Layla commented on there being shops up and down the street. He nodded and looked around taking in the buildings lining the small town street.

"I haven't had a chance to explore. What kind of shops? Anything interesting?"

Before they headed off anywhere Layla asked him to wait a minute. She wanted to put something away in her car. He watched her as she went to her car put her purse away in the trunk and then come back to him. Sam raised his eyebrows at her.

"Nice car. Classic. My brother would love it."

He smiled at her and took her hand again when she got close enough to him. Not sure what direction they needed to go he looked at her.

"So...Hmmm...pick a direction."

He waved generally in the air and chuckled. He didn't really care where they went, he was just enjoying the company.

[layla]

Layla grinned proudly when he complimented her car, and she patted the hood as she made her way back to the sidewalk where he was waiting for her. "Thanks. Saved up and bought it straight out as a graduation gift to myself," she grinned. She was surprised when Sam took her hand but didn't say anything, not wanting to make it seem like too big of a deal so that Sam felt self-conscious over it. Instead she shifted her hand slightly and wove her fingers between his, and clasped his hand firmly.

"I haven't looked around either, I just noticed some shops coming in," she said as she looked up the street one way and then back down the other. "Usually in places like this there are shops with unique collectibles, old fashion candy shops... places with crazy jewelry and random knick-knacks and... oh! I think that way I remember seeing a sign advertising a fortune teller." Looking up at Sam, she gave him a playful grin and started off down the sidewalk with him in tow. This was something she could definitely look forward to. She loved screwing with people who claimed to see the future.

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam started walking down the street with Layla. He smirked a bit when she had mentioned a fortune teller as one of the shops down the street.

"A fortune teller? Really? Cool, I'm up for that. Oh and if we do see a candy shop, we have to stop. I think I'll need a peace offering for my brother, for not bringing him back breakfast."

Sam grinned at her sheepishly knowing Dean was probably back at the room fuming mad wondering where Sam was.

They walked quietly for awhile. Sam not sure what to say so he just moved happily down the street with her. The day was turning out to be really nice. The sun was shining and Sam felt strangely happy. Like he hadn't actually felt in awhile. It was a different kind of happy. It was a lighter happiness. Something he hadn't felt in a very long time. His world had seemed shrouded in darkness for so long. This was a nice feeling.

[layla]

"Oh we're definitely going into the candy shop," she told him, "but first things first." She pulled Sam to the curb and stopped, looking both ways several times and waiting for the light traffic to clear before leading him across the street. The sign advertising the gypsy could be seen several buildings down, and Layla made a beeline right for it.

She noticed that Sam was quiet as they walked, and now and then she would glance at his face to see if he looked pained or bored or otherwise uncomfortable. On the contrary, he looked very relaxed, and she concluded that he was either enjoying himself or a really good actor. "Wait until you see this," she beamed at him, quickening her pace excitedly as they approached the colorfully painted shack.

A little bell chimed overhead as Layla and Sam entered the establishment. Immediately the blonde started to put on a show, clinging to Sam's arm and snuggling against his side as though they were lovers on vacation. A tall woman dressed in traditional gypsy's garb came forth after a moment through a purple velvet curtain that hung across the room near the back wall. She was very thin, with long waves of greying dark hair. She looked as though she may have been pretty once, but the years weren't being kind to her, as her skin was terribly wrinkled and the skin beneath her eyes sagged. When she grinned at the pair it was impossible not to notice that she had a few teeth missing.

"Good morning," she purred as she looked the two of them over. "You've come for your fortune, yes? On your honeymoon, no doubt?"

"Omigosh, baby, she's so good!" Layla squealed excitedly, looking at Sam with wide brown eyes. She leaned up and kissed his cheek and continued to cling to him as she looked at the woman again. "My sugarpants and I just got hitched yesterday! But we don't have rings yet because we haven't told my Mama or Daddy yet," she giggled, looking as though she were really getting away with something.

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam grinned as Layla kind of pulled him along across the street and then down a few buildings to the fortuneteller's shop. He couldn't help but chuckle when the old gypsy woman said they were on their honeymoon. Sam was even more shocked with the act that Layla had suddenly put on when she responded to the woman.

Stifling his laughter he looked back and forth between Layla and the fortuneteller. Deciding he would play along. He wrapped his arms around Layla and smiled.

"Wow, yeah... Yeah she is REALLY good honey bunch. Maybe she can tell us about our future together? You know, all those babies and everything we've been talking about."

Sam looked at the gypsy giving her a little wink. Then turned back to Layla and keeping up the act he went with it. Hoping he wasn't taking it to far when he leaned down and kissed her lips softly.

[layla]

That soft kiss was like the one little spark needed to start a chemical fire. Layla was sure that her heart had stopped beating, and maybe that the world around them had frozen still because suddenly she was aware of nothing other than Sam. His lips against hers were soft, gentle and hesitant, but she felt electrified by it, and when the kiss was broken she immediately reached up and curled her fingers around the back of his head and pulled him to her to kiss him again, this time crushing her mouth against his longingly. She knew that she had found Sam attractive and that she felt a connection with him but even that didn't explain what she was feeling. It was pure chemistry.

There was a gentle clearing of a throat nearby and abruptly the blonde pulled back, reaching up to touch her tingling lips as she turned to the fortune teller and shrugged, giving an innocent smile. "Sorry," she said with a giggle, slipping her hand into Sam's. "He's just so darn handsome." The woman directed them to the back room behind the curtain and Layla lead the way, wondering just what Sam was thinking. Did he feel that surge of electricity in the kiss that she had?

The back room was dark, lined with deep purple velvet curtains like the one they had just walked through. There were crystal prisms hanging suspended at various lengths from the ceiling, which had been painted to look like a night sky. The prisms refracted light from the only light source in the room, a glowing glass orb in the center of the table, casting tiny rainbows of light all over the room.

Layla sat in one of the chairs opposite the gypsy when instructed to. The fortune teller waited for Sam to sit as well and then placed her hands over the glass orb on the table. Layla found herself leaning forward in spite of finding the entire thing to be a hoax. She was actually curious about what the old woman might claim was in store for she and her new friend.

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam's brain knew that he had started this. That it was all an act for the benefit of the gypsy woman. But, the feeling he had when their lips met was a surprise. He was even more taken off guard when she pulled him in for a kiss of her own. A hard deep kiss that he returned just as passionately, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him.

Lost in the embrace for the moment he was vaguely aware that he heard a noise. It wasn't until Layla broke off the kiss though that he realized that the old woman was still there and where they were. Grinning sheepishly Sam squeezed Layla's hand and let her lead them off into the back as the woman was directing them. As they passed through the curtain the atmosphere changed. It was dark and filled with the typical mystical object that would be expected in a fortuneteller's place of business. Sam had to hand it to her, at least she had the place set up for maximum affect.

Sam sat down in the empty chair next to Layla and watched as the gypsy started her ritual. They all stared intently at the crystal ball that was glowing and appeared to have swirling mist inside of it. It was mesmerizing.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye he gave Layla a quick smile. Reaching out he picked up her hand again and held it in his. Locking his fingers with hers as they watched the swirling orb and waited for the woman to say something.

[layla]

When Layla felt Sam gently take her hand, she looked over at him and managed a small, nervous smile. It was so easy to get caught up in his good looks and charm but here in the quiet intimacy of the fortune teller's tent she was able to remind herself that she had been asked to find Sam for a purpose. For some reason, the gossip overheard up above had her sister convinced that he was dangerous. And in spite of the egging on that Rhiannon had done in her mind in the diner regarding his sex appeal, Layla knew that she had to be on her guard with him.

Or, at least... she was supposed to be. But she hadn't honestly expected this undeniable chemistry between them. Somehow she felt a connection to Sam from the moment their eyes met. And the more the minutes ticked by, the more Layla found it impossible to imagine any harm coming to her at the hands of the man whose hand she held in hers now. With a slight sigh, she gave that hand of his a gentle squeeze and then turned her attention to the fortune teller, who was holding out her hand palm up.

"The Great Madam Zelba does not work for free," she purred, her tone a bit gravelly.

"Oh! I've got this," she said, pulling her hand from Sam's and drawing the wad of cash from her jeans pocket. She counted out a few bills and handed them over before returning the money to its hiding place and slipping her hand back into his.

"Thank you," the old woman said, tucking the money into her cleavage before moving to hover her hands over the crystal ball again.

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam sat looking at the crystal ball intently when the fortuneteller held out her hand. Before Sam had a chance to go for his wallet Layla had already pulled her money out and paid the woman. Sam was about to protest when he remembered that they were supposed to be married and he thought it might look strange if they started to go back and forth over who was going to pay for the reading.
Staying quiet Sam tried to maintain some kind of half smile at the gypsy woman while she tucked the money away. It wasn't easy, the site of the old woman's cleavage wasn't pretty. Sam gave Layla's hand a little squeeze back as they all turned their attention back to the glowing ball on the table.

Feeling a bit strange sitting there he had no idea what was going to happen. Sam watched as the gypsy waved her hands over the ball and closed her eyes for a moment. She started to mumble words that Sam couldn't quite make out. He thought that it was done that way intentionally. Adding more to the mystical feel of it.

After a few moments of her chanting the woman opened her eyes and stared into the orb. Keep her eyes glued to the swirling mist inside the orb she spoke out to them.

"Please, think to yourself about a question that you would like to have answered. What it is you would like me to clarify for you."

The woman closed her eyes again. Sam raised his eyebrows and stared at the crystal. Having no idea what he should think about. The first thing that popped into his head was Layla. He wondered what was going to happen between them. The woman suddenly opened her eyes and began chanting again, taking Sam a little off guard and making him a little nervous. He cleared his throat quietly and went back to staring into the mist.