There was a knock on my door. I set my mug down and rush to see who it was. I don't remember if I had invited company so it was kind of throwing me off. I recognize the body figure from the window and open it to reveal Sam Winchester. He does his little awkward smile and an awkward wave.
"Sammy! I totally forgot about today. You got the goods?" I say as I invite him inside.
"Yep. Everything you asked for. Listen, Y/N, I'm glad you're helping me with this," he says as he hands me the bag of ingredients.
"Anything for an old friend," I say with a little hesitation.
I playfully punch his arm and take him down to the basement. He said he needed a love potion, but for what? I don't know exactly because he wouldn't tell me. I was kind of hesitant at first but I thought it would show Sam that I care about him and would do anything. Even if it is for someone else.
"Can you pull the light please?" I ask as I turn on a side lamp.
"Sure. I know that this is kind of weird for you."
"Why would it be weird?" I genuinely ask as I blow a little dust off the table.
"Dean told me that you hardly ever make potions anymore and that you kind of lost interest," Sam adds.
"Yeah. I kind of enjoy the low life but that doesn't mean that I won't help," I chuckle.
I grab my potion book from underneath the table, blowing the dust off of it and coughing slightly due to the dust cloud it created. Setting it down on the table, I quickly flip to the love potion section. I scan through the pages quickly, finding the one Sam had requested. Why would witches make so many versions of one single potion? I sigh in relief when I finally did find it. Luckily, the one that Sam had requested didn't require much. I place the book on a stand and brought out my special pot. He helped me by starting to boil a pot of water and gathering rose petals. It was silent between us. I felt like my high school self. She loved chemistry and always ended up creating actual potions by accident. I remember I gave a friend of mine a brownie infused with the juice of one of my potion experiments and she ended up having bad luck for the rest of the week.
"Okay, so from the same roses, we'll need 3 rose thorns," I tell Sam.
"Okay, 3 thorns coming right up!"
He cuts them off the stem and throw them into the pot. He then places in the dozen rose petals not too long after. I turn the heat down to let it simmer while he and I crush the crystals needed for dust. Despite it being silent, I enjoyed being in his company.
"Have you ever given someone a love potion?" Sam speaks up.
"Not that I remember. I did, however, give an old high school friend bad luck for a week," I chuckle, "I loved chemistry and didn't realize I was making real potions at the time."
"No way! That's quite funny," he chuckles, "when did you become fully interested in becoming a witch?"
This conversation was starting off to a good point. I smiled widely because most people look down upon witchcraft and other related things due to religious people's views.
"You're not going to shame me for it?" I ask.
"Of course not. You and I have been friends since that day in Wisconsin. I would've done it a long time ago if I genuinely disliked it," Sam comforts, "I know people don't like what you do. People don't believe in what we do. I understand."
He inches a little closer to me and shows me a smile. This is the closest I've been to him. His arms were right in my point of view and holy mother fucker, this man has literal guns! I swallow the small amount of spit that was building up in the back of my throat. This dude is hot and I think he knows it too. I begin to get sweaty hands due to the nervousness I was feeling.
"Alright, now it's time for the pearl dust. Just two fingers pinch," I then say as I hand him the dust.
"Sprinkle sprinkle," Sam jokes as he does the 'Salt Bae' pose.
I start to belly laugh loudly. The smile still on his face grew wider as I tried to stop laughing. I grabbed the table as I held my stomach.
"I don't know why that made me laugh so hard," I say in between laughter.
"I'm just naturally funnier than Dean."
I looked at him, shocked. He was right, unfortunately. Dean's jokes were kind of old and offensive but I really enjoy them.
"You did not just say that!" I chuckle.
"And I meant it too."
We continue to goof off, preparing the potion in between. He still hasn't told me why he needs it but I won't pry it out of him. I've realized he inched so much closer than I had expected by the end of it. We let it simmer on low while we went upstairs and I prepare us a small snack.
"Why don't you come and join us? We can teach you hunting and you can teach us witchcraft," Sam begins.
"I'd like that, Sam. But, I'm a slave to bad soap operas, 5 day old PJs, and watered-down coffee," I chuckle.
"We could use the extra hand. Plus, I think it would be good for us."
He quickly went silent after he had spoken. It wasn't such a bad idea though. I could get out of this old shack. I turn around and see him awkwardly drinking away at his water. Did he mean to say that or did it just slip? I shake it off and walk back to the table, one plate in each hand.
"Some yummy avocado toast on gluten-free grain bread, topped with everything seasoning and some red pepper flakes," I announce, placing one of the plates in front of me, "healthy~."
"Thia looks delicious," he says.
This moment sent me back to my high school days. I always sat alone or if I wasn't in the cafeteria, I was in the chem labs. The teachers loved my passion and asked me if I was going to pursue it in the future. Now that I think about it, there was one kid who did kind of looked like Sam. He was always my partner in the labs and was an absolute sweetie. It was kind of like deja vu. I always did imagine that it was Sam and I doing experiments.
I always ended up calling the poor guy Sam after my daydreaming. He got upset a couple of times but took it as a inside joke after awhile. We eat in silence, the sound of crispy toast filling our ears. This was nice, reminiscing on the past and appreciating the present. You know what? I don't mind it actually. It was fun while it lasted.
*𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚙*
"Well, I'd like to thank you," Sam says as he steps outside, the potion in hand.
"Anytime Sam."
It was the most fun I had had in a long time. I wave goodbye as he walks towards the Impala. Dean waves at me as Sam gets in. I watch as they drive off, the rock music fading away. I sigh and close the door. I was now back to the lonely life. As soon as I was about to sit down, my phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Y/N/N, open the door."
I was confused but went and did it anyway. Sam was there, phone by his ear. I hang up and just stare at him, still confused. His face began to turn red.
"Sam?" I ask.
"Y/N... I didn't really need this love potion. It was just a lame excuse to be around you," Sam says quickly.
"Slow down...You did all this... just to be with me?" I stop him.
"Yeah... I didn't know how to ask so I resulted in potion making."
"You know Sammy... if I didn't like you, I'd say that it was pretty lame," I chuckle as I step forward.
He looked at me weirdly. I pull him down for a kiss. I knew chemistry would come in handy one day. He pulls away, shocked but a goofy smile replaced his expression. No potion needed.
"And I like you too," he finishes.
Science rules!
