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The day Sam officially met Ruby Cassidy, was a day he wouldn’t soon forget. He left her house that day, with hickeys that were thankfully easily hidden under his clothes. No longer a virgin, he couldn’t help but pat himself on the back for not only his age as well as her being an ‘older woman’, but also because Ruby was hot.
He did eventually make it to the library, full of confidence from the lingering high of first time sex. Deciding to try a new subject this time, he picked aphids. While he was back in his frequented section specifically for insects, for the first time there was another boy looking through the titles. “What are you looking for?” Sam whispered.
The boy turned around and looked up at him with a startled look on his face. “Uh, I’m looking for a book on Bocydium globulare. More commonly known as the Brazilian Treehopper.” the boy whispered back. “Are you a volunteer or something?” he asked curiously.
Sam can’t help but chuckle. “No, I just come here a lot. Every day actually. I’m Sam.” he says.
“Kevin.” the boy tells him. “So, do you know where I can find that book?” he asks.
“Actually I think I do remember seeing a book on Unusual Species of Insects. It might be listed there. Let me see.” Sam says, walking his fingers across the spines of books as he reads the titles. He stops and says, “Aha!”
“Here it is. Let’s check the contents.” Sam says, opening the first few pages. “Bocydium globulare, commonly referred to as the Brazilian Treehopper.” he reads, satisfied as he hands Kevin the book.
Kevin smiles. “Awesome. Thanks, Sam.”
“No problem.” Sam replies.
“Hey Sam, do you maybe wanna hang out sometime? I don’t really know anybody else who’s into bugs.”
“Sure. You live around here?”
“Yeah a few miles away by the college.”
“Sorry, I don’t know where that is. My family’s new to the area actually.”
“Oh okay. Well, maybe my mom could pick you up sometime and you could come over to my house if you want.”
“That’s nice of you, Kevin. Thanks. I just live a few blocks away from here actually.”
“Well, I should go. My mom’s waiting for me. Should I give you my number, or just see you next time I come in maybe? I’ll be back in here in a few days.”
“I’ll talk to my dad about it and you can ask your mom if you want and next time you come in if we get our parent’s permission I can just come over to your house for a few hours or something. I’m sure my dad or my brother wouldn’t mind picking me up later. That sound okay?”
“Yeah that sounds fine. See ya later, Sam.”
“Bye.”
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The next couple days are the same, Sam walks to the library but stops in at Ruby’s house first. Sam is a little curious why her parent’s never seem to be home but decides it must not be a big deal, since Ruby doesn’t seem to have a problem with it. And he’s the one reaping the benefits, so he doesn’t worry about it.
The day after that, when he gets to Ruby’s house she’s drinking. And she’s also not alone.
“Hey, Sam!” Ruby says, rushing up to him as he walks in the door. Her breath stinks and Sam must make a face because she gives him a curious look before wrapping her arms around him. “I want you to meet my friends. This is Bela, Lisa, Alistair, Michael, Crowley and Lilith.” Ruby says, pointing them each out.
Only some of the people she’s pointing out to Sam even look up. “Hey.” Sam says, awkwardly. Everyone is just kind of sitting around and there’s music playing but he’s not sure where it’s coming from.
“Guess you decided to have a party?” Sam asks.
“What? This isn’t a party. This is just a few friends of mine who decided to come pay me a visit.”
“Kinda looks like a party.”
“Whatever. I’m so glad you’re here! Here, have a drink. It’s SO good, Sam. You gotta try it. Michael brought it.”
“Uh, sure okay. Not too much though, I still need to go to the library and then get home after that.”
“Oh, come on. Live a little, baby. Please. for me?” She says, kissing him deeply and pressing her body flush against his before pulling away. “You gonna drink with me, Sam?”
“Of course.” he says, forcing a smile and taking the cup from her. Whatever it is, is truly disgusting but Sam doesn’t say anything. He just keeps sipping as Ruby drags him around to talk to her friends.
Every time he finishes a drink, Ruby pours more in. Each time it’s something different. Any time he tries to protest, Ruby finds a way to convince him. After a while, Sam’s head is starting to feel fuzzy and when he tries to talk it feels like his mouth isn’t working right. “I think I should get going, Ruby.” he tries to say, but his lips feel numb and his vision is blurred. Attempting to walk out the door, he bumps into someone then runs into a wall before he finally reaches the handle.
“Where are you going, baby? Don’t leave.” Ruby says from somewhere behind him. Sam knows he’s not gonna make it home, but he has to. Bobby and Dean will be worried if he doesn’t come home, and they don’t even know where he is. He staggers down the small set of stairs in front of the house but then trips over his own feet and everything goes black.
When Sam comes to, his head is pounding and his stomach feels like that time he got food poisoning. He groans, and lifts his head taking in his surroundings. It takes him several minutes to realize he’s laying in the grass and it’s dark out. The sun is low in the sky but he’s not sure if it’s setting or rising. That’s when panic hits him. ‘Shit!’ Barely managing to climb to his feet, he stands and sees he’d been laying in Ruby’s front yard- passed out.
Attempting to force his eyes to focus, he makes his way home as quick as he can. He knows they’re going to be worried and probably pissed at him, but as their house comes into view the sky is getting brighter, not darker. He’s not sure how Bobby will react to him being out all night but he knows it won’t be pleasant. Especially when all he wants to do is sleep, or maybe throw up and THEN sleep.
He gets to the front door and tries the handle. Much to his surprise, the door isn’t locked. As soon as he walks in, he sees Bobby asleep in his chair that’s still sitting close to the door. Dean is snoring lightly with his face down at the kitchen table. Sam wonders if he should just go to bed and deal with things later, or wake them up. Trying to weigh the pros and cons isn’t easy when you’re hungover. Before he can put to much thought into what choice to make, Dean stirs.
“Sammy!” Dean says, jumping up and running over to his brother. He stands face to face with Sam, looking at him in disbelief. “Dad, wake up. Sam’s home.” Dean says, looking back to his brother with a stern look now.
Bobby jolts up and rushes over to the two boys. “Sam!” he says, pulling him into a tight hug before pulling away. “What the hell happened?! Where were you, son?!” he asks, sounding like he can’t decide if he’s more worried or upset.
“I um…” Sam tries. He closes his eyes and immediately runs toward the bathroom. Unfortunately he only gets a few feet before he vomits all over the living room floor. Falling to his knees, he suddenly feels weak. He falls forward but catches himself, hands and knees right in front of the mess he made.
“Shit, Sam! Are you okay?” Dean asks moving towards his brother.
From Sam’s peripheral vision, he sees Bobby put his arm up to stop Dean.
“Get upstairs, Dean. Go on to bed.” Bobby says in a tone that Sam’s never heard from him before.
“But Dad, he’s sick, he-” Dean tries.
“HE’S HUNGOVER, Dean.” Bobby says, not taking his eyes off of the younger boy.
“Sam...is that true? Have you been drinking?!” Dean asks both, incredulously and accusingly. Like he’s begging for it to not be true.
Sam closes his eyes and just nods. The next thing he hears is Dean’s footsteps rushing up the stairs. Bobby slowly walks over, then crouches down beside him. Sam fills with panic. He can only imagine what John would do in this situation. But he has no idea how his dad will react. For several seconds, Bobby doesn’t move or speak.
Sam hears him sigh, then feels his dad’s hands on him and instead of the pain he’d been unknowingly trying to brace himself for, he’s helping him stand. “Come on son, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.” Sam looks up at him and starts crying. “I’m so sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean to make you guys worry. I don’t know what happened. I was trying to get home but I just couldn’t. Please don’t hate me.” he sobs.
“I don’t hate you, Sam. Everything’s gonna be alright. You’re home now. We’re gonna wipe your face, get you a drink of water and then you’re gonna go lay down. We’ll talk about this after you get some rest, okay?”
“Yeah, okay.” Sam agrees.