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A chance to start over (for hellsbestlaywer)

[Sure enough, Sam had kept his word and called Lindsey the minute he was available to really do the internship, two weeks later. He was excited and less uncertain about their last encounter. It might not have been entirely professional, but it hadn't shot his chances and it had been a pretty good night either way.

Mostly, he was just excited to see Lindsey at lunch that day and for the tour that would follow it soon after. He showed up at the place Lindsey had suggested and just waited for him to show up, idly looking around.]

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[Either way you looked at it, this was a bad idea, but Sam had already kind of put his foot in his mouth and it was happening. Hopefully, it'll work out in the end though.

He nodded at the suggestion, pushing down any nerves or any urge to kick his own ass for a pretty poor spur of the moment decision. That wouldn't help at all.] Yeah, sure, I trust you.

[And it gave him a minute to cool down on top of it all.] I'll see you in a little bit then?

[ Perhaps Sam wouldn't have been so trusting had he known of Lindsey's agenda, or all the things the other lawyer wasn't telling him. But in this at least Lindsey was as nervous as Sam, though his smile showed more confidence than he felt. ]

Alright, I'll be by in half an hour or so. It's hard to say since they're usually packed for the weekends.

[ With agreements made and temporary good byes said, Lindsey went to pick up their dinner, some wonderful seafood pasta thing, along with a bottle of white wine to match. Wine was better than beer, right? And he assumed Sam would have restocked his beer if they really wanted some of that.

About forty five minutes later, Lindsey showed up, still in his work clothes, with take out in one hand and a the wine bottle cradled in the other. ]

Somebody called for delivery?

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[If he'd known what was really going on here, he would have been running the other way so fast and possibly calling Dean and Dad for help... but he was oblivious for right now.

Although when Lindsey showed up with pasta and wine? He was starting to wonder just what tonight was supposed to be about, where it was going.

But he had sense and tact enough to not ask, so the man got a welcoming smile as Sam stepped aside to let him in.]

Smells great. Come on in. I'll, uh, get us some glasses for that.

[ What a person didn't know kept them safe. Sometimes. Probably the case in Sam's situation. Although, there was nothing overly nefarious planned tonight but an opportunistic dinner and, if things went smoothly, they could spend more time together. Nothing what they hadn't done before. ]

Yeah, thanks.

[ Lindsey walked in smiling brightly and placing the items on the table. He had been here last time and still remembered the layout. It was there that they signed the contract, on those couches that they got plastered, and that hallway where they sauntered off...

He turned his eyes back to Sam. ]

I got seafood linguine and I thought a bottle of white would go better with it than beer. I hope you don't mind?

I don't mind at all.

[Sam honestly wasn't a big wine drinker, but he'd give it a try. Besides, his mind was still racing a little too much with the fact that Lindsey was back in his apartment again and he had no idea what to do or how to handle it.

Maybe a drink would relax him.

He'd just have to remember to cut it off before he got smashed again. He didn't want to embarrass himself.

Once Sam had glasses for the wine, he went to place them on the table.]

Smells great, by the way.

[ In their profession, one better learn to drink wine with the occasion, although what that occasion was here was a good question. It certainly wasn't what it looked to be, and as Lindsey moved to set their dinner out on the table, he wasn't sure he knew what it was either.

He wasn't sure he knew what he was doing either. ]

It's a good place. A lot of our employees eat from there.

[ At least last time he wasn't at the table, but was only on the couch. Thinking about it now, his eyes strayed briefly to that couch space before turning to look back at Sam. ]

I just thought it'd be nice to have company on a Friday night... Better than eating alone. [ He smiled up a little awkwardly at the younger man. ]

Sam could drink it, even if he wasn't familiar with it typically. He'd likely had worse, stealing his dad's rotgut whiskey.

Mostly, he was still focused on this. It wasn't just a friendly dinner... at least it didn't feel like it. He wasn't entirely sure how to approach this. Did he ask? Did he pretend to not notice and keep it friendly?

Maybe he should just focus on eating. Right, that was easier.

He gave a smile and moved to take a seat now that the table was. "It's true. I don't usually have weekend plans, but... they're nice."

"You should more," Lindsey said as he took the spot at the table across from Sam. "While you're still new. You'll learn that later on, we won't have much opportunity to when we start getting immersed in cases."

Since it was take out, there wasn't much serving of the food required, but he did work to open the boxes so all that he got them was spread before them.

"Take it from someone who's been there," Lindsey said with a conspiring grin as he heaped his plate with generous portions. He had got a lot, more than two people's share just to ensure that they had variety. "The time between getting out of school and before I start piling work on you is probably the most you'll get for anything. Give it a few weeks and you'll be taking work home on weekends."

"I guess I've never really been the type." He shrugged as he picked up his glass to take a drink from it.

"I don't mind working on weekends." He's used to it. Research instead of partying, making up homework in between hunts like he used to do when he traveled with his family. Sam was pretty okay with it, for the most part.

"But I'll try to take your suggestion and get out more. I guess it would be nice."

"You're not a student anymore," Lindsey reminded him as he too took up his own glass as well. The wine went down smoothly, a good choice with the food as the slight fruit flavor covered the alcohol well. "Some things should change."

He ate a bit before continuing, "Like getting yourself a girlfriend... Although, I'm one to speak." He chuckled lightly, wondering if he was being too bold or obvious, but figured that he could just say Holland told him the same words when he first got into the business. Was actively telling him the same thing too, up until the Winchester boy entered the picture and now they told him to get a boyfriend instead.

"Don't mind me, Sam. I got the same spiel when I entered the firm." He smiled, "Although admittedly, it wasn't over dinner." And as an abrupt change before things could get awkward, Lindsey asked, "So, what do you think of the shrimp?"

"I had a girlfriend, actually..." He shrugged. And Jessica was still perfect, still amazing... but even he had to realize that a relationship built on so many lies wasn't going to be good for either of them. It was too dangerous for her, to stay involved with him.

"Didn't exactly work out though."

And he was grateful for the subject change. He gave a laugh and took another drink from his glass. "It's great. You've got good taste in restaurants... I think I'll have to hit you up for more recommendations sometime."

Nowhere in the files did it say Sam Winchester had a girlfriend. Lindsey tried not to look surprised by the news, and hoped he didn't look relieved either when Sam said it didn't work out. Not that it put his own position in a good one but it did allow him to pursue his task easier.

"I'll be glad to show you to some of them," Lindsey said with a friendly smile, his choice of word purposeful in this case. Not recommend, not tell, but personally show.

"Maybe we can eat out together for lunch sometime next week," he continued easily, ignoring anything that wasn't a positive reaction from Sam. "I eat by myself most of the time at lunch anyway." He didn't used to, but ever since getting the assignment, he had to, just to give Sam a chance to approach him.

"Uh-" There was surprise on Sam's face and then he was quiet as he considered this. Sam might not be as big of a flirt as his older brother, but he wasn't clueless either. Lindsey's talk tonight hadn't been exactly professional and it felt like he was aiming for something.

Getting involved with someone he worked under could be a really bad idea and he knew it. It'd be frowned upon, it was in a lot of places anyway.

But he actually did like Lindsey. He felt comfortable with him, enjoyed it whenever they got together. Maybe he was misreading signals here. He didn't think so, but... he already knew his decision before he opened his mouth anyway. "Yeah, sure. That'd be great. Just let me know when you want to go?"

When Sam answered in positive, Lindsey's expression lit up with a truly boyish grin. It wasn't only the assignment, though that was certainly in the forefront of his mind, but that Sam was a nice guy. They weren't that different in age, Lindsey was at most a few years older than him and it was nice to be around someone who wasn't as jaded as the rest of Wolfram and Hart's employees were.

"Really? I mean, that's great. Sure, we can decide sometime next week." He smiled and chuckled, motioning to their half finished meal. "One meal at a time, right?"

It was as if some sort of barrier was broken down and though they weren't really formal before, but Lindsey became even less formal now. He loosened his tie with a rueful grin then said with a soft laugh, "I hope you don't mind. We're not at the office anymore, there's no need to stand on ceremony."

"That sounds like a good plan." One meal at a time. He could wonder what the hell he as doing with the guy he worked under later, but for right now? It was nice to just have someone to hang out with. Sam wasn't exactly lacking friends or anything, but he enjoyed Lindsey's company.

He shook his head. "I don't mind at all. Make yourself comfortable."

He could tell the shift in Lindsey almost instantly, how things relaxed even more between them. It was easy for Sam to relax too, to forget whatever tension was in him earlier.

So far so good, and the rest of the meal passed with pleasant, casual conversation. Lindsey inquired after some of Sam's hobbies, interests, sports, some of which he already knew from files, but a lot of the stuff wasn't actually covered. Despite how thorough Wolfram and Hart were, they didn't exactly know their targets down to their favorite baseball team.

Before long, the meal was finished and Lindsey was enjoying his last glass of wine. The bottle was empty between them, and Lindsey couldn't tell who actually drank more, Sam or himself. But it was a Friday night and, quite honestly, he brought the wine for this reason.

"That was a good meal. I always loved their seafood linguine." He sat back, swirling the bit of golden liquid left in his glass with a sated smile to his face.

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