Phoebe pulled her hair back and she was set to start working out. This is the second week, no demons in sight.
"Second week! No demons!" Piper yelled as she entered in a fast pace from the livingroom to the area Phoebe was in.
"Rushing for work I see. Second day, late!" She teased.
"I know! I know." Piper gathered all her things and started putting them in order.
"You and your late night rendezvous with Leo." Piper giggled.
"Yeah I know Phebs, remember to go food shopping. This is your day off, if anything call me or Prue-"
"Everyday is my day off, remember Piper I'm the unemployed one, for now at least. And I know Piper, I know the drill for God's sake. Go, or you'll get fired-"
"Heaven forbid! Alright I'm leaving." Piper kissed her sister goodbye as Phoebe stood holding the grocery list in her hand. Sigh, I have lots to do today, Phoebe thought.
Sam and Dean sat in their Impala and watched as the few people entered and left the funeral home.
"This is the sixth death this week in San Francisco. I'm surprised we drove all the way out here." Sam said, staring at the old man entering the church.
"Yeah well, anything to find this one demon which will help us figure out what the hell's next." Dean took a swig of beer.
"Drinking on the job, that's real professional." Sam let out a laugh.
"Yup, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do Sammy." Dean patted his brother on the shoulder.
"And that's get drunk while stalking a family that's connected to these weird deaths right?" Dean laughed.
"You got that right." He started the car and they drove off.
"I want some more beer... and a cupcake or somethin'." Dean burped. Sam shook his head.
"Yeah, tonight your getting drunk and I'll handle the case. You should go to the supermarket, though you just passed it." Dean stopped and made a U turn.
"Who's goin in?" Dean asked, Sam stuck out his hand and Dean placed 20 bucks in it, "You know what I like Sammy! Make it happen!" He laughed. Sam knew he'd have to drive them back to the hotel. Ever since Dean came back from that torture cell called hell, he's been letting himself calm down, drinking more. One year left on this earth, he has no care in the world. And though Sam doesn't show it, he worries. Walking into the supermarket, he searched for the beer section, caught it in his sight and walked over. Suddenly, from a different aisle, a shopping cart crashed into the side of him causing him to collide into the cans.
"Oh my God! I am sooooooooooooooooo sorry!" Said the woman. Sam sighed and regained himself.
"It's fine, it's okay." He said as he stepped forward. He caught his sight on something other than the beer.
"Are you sure your okay?" She asked, grabbing the cans up and he helped.
"I'm sure, I'm fine." He let out a small laugh, holding the cans. Looking into her fair face, he was paralyzed.
"... Uh, how can I make it up to you?" She asked as she flash a smile. He caught and held onto it.
"You don't, everything's fine..." They stared into each other's eyes and time must have stopped because nothing mattered, not the can, not the fact he was hit by a shopping cart, nothing but her eyes.
"... Excuse me." Said an old lady, they moved out the way and placed the cans back on the stand.
"I'm Phoebe." She shook his hand.
"Sam. It's very nice of you to crash into me." She giggled.
"Yeah, I know. Sorry about it though." He smiled, dimples glowing.
"No, I'm glad it happened... I'll be right back." He said, continuing to the beer aisle. He grabbed the Hennesy and walked back over to Phoebe.
"It's a Thursday. You get drunk on thursdays?" She asked staring at the box.
"Oh no, it's for my brother. He's uh, having a tough time with things so he obviously needs this to cope." She nodded.
"Hm, I need a drink or two from time to time. So uh, I'm going to continue on with my journey in this supermarket without hurting another person with my cart." They laughed.
"I'll continue on with you... if you don't mind." Her eyes lit up and so did his.
"Sure.." A few minutes later, Sam and Phoebe exited the supermarket towards Phoebe's car. Conversations were filled with enthusiasm as Sam and Phoebe spoke to each other. Sam was indulged by her and Phoebe was infactuated by him. Something's bound to come out of this. Sam walked Phoebe to her car as they walked out the supermarket. What a gentleman.
"I'll help put these in."
"Ha, thank you." After placing the groceries in the car, Sam closed the trunk and smiled at Phoebe.
"I'll uh, see you around Phoebe." He began walking.
"Wait, I thi-think you should have my number.." Sam turned around and walked back to her, "Do you live here in San Francisco?"
"Actually no, I'm just drifting around with my brother in the states." He said, placing his hand in his pocket.
"Oh, cool. So, if you ever want to get hit by a cart again here's my number." She handed him a tiny piece of paper.
"I'll be sure to call you.. see you around Phoebe." They smiled and it was as if it was hard for him to break away from her. Sam watched Phoebe take off as she walked back to the car.
"Dude, what happened?" Dean asked, impatient.
"I got your beer... I met someone in the supermarket." Dean looked over.
"Hot or not?"
"She wasn't hot, she was beyond that.. blown away man." Sam sighed with a dreamy eyed look.
"You got her number?" Dean started the car up.
"Yeah.."
"Cool, you need some good lovin bro cause you look a bit torn and tattered from where I'm lookin'." Dean shook his head.
"No I don't, I'm fine. She's just amazing."
"Uh oh, love at first sight I see." Dean sped up. He drives above the speed limit.
"Probably... maybe. I don't know."
"Yeah well, prince charming let me know when you know. For now, time for some ACDC!" Dean cranked up the radio as Sam stared at the number on the paper.
Phoebe entered the house with the groceries and noticed something in the trunk that was left. A bracelet. It must have been Sam's bracelet, Phoebe thought, and I doubt this being a coincedence.. she smiled, grabbed the bracelet and closed the trunk closed.
"Okay Sam, let's see why your bracelet is in my trunk." She said to herself as she entered the house.
Reviews please :D