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[demonicbeauty]

State your business with Ariadne...

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[family_remains]

"No?" Color him surprised.

"Huh."

Unfortunately that's all it took for him to see his chances dwindle.

"So I'm guessing that means we're not gonna.." He tailed off and gestured between them.

[demonicbeauty]

Ariadne blinked. Once. Twice. And then rapidly, drawing against the trunk of the nectarine tree in such surprise that she cracked the base of her skull against it. "Wait. What?"

It took another second for her thoughts to catch up with her.

"Do you mean to say that you were just..." She couldn't even finish the sentence. Soliciting her?

[family_remains]

Christ, could she have recoiled in horror any harder? Sam tried not to cringe outwardly, but he sure was inside. You would have thought he'd just whipped his dick out or something.

"Right."

He had to laugh. It was thin and breathy and short but a laugh all the time, hand slightly out in defense.

"I think. Maybe I just got the wrong idea. You were asking. We're both single. I thought you might want to.."

[demonicbeauty]

She relaxed a little when he laughed. But only a little. The whole thing suddenly felt warped. Like a mirror that had bulged in some places, while caving into itself in others. Everything felt just a little...off.

And when she thought about it, it had been off since she first saw him, walking that funny walk.

Now, here they were. He had lost his mate. And was propositioning her with a casual air. Humans weren't Alastrians. She understood that. They didn't mate for life and they weren't as psychologically linked to their mates. But she knew Sam. And she knew how very little time had passed. And how serious and thoughtful he was. The boy with the saddest eyes in all of Deerington.

It just wasn't...him.

She covered her uncertainty with a soft, gentle smile. "I understand now," she said. "When I said I wanted to learn about sex, you thought that meant by experiencing it?"

[family_remains]

Ariadne was right on all accounts of course. Sam wasn't thrilled with the rejection, obviously, but there wasn't any need to be a dick about it.

Man. Talk about awkward.

"Well, yeah? Dean isn't single and usually.. that's how people learn this stuff."

[demonicbeauty]

She suspected that Dean was involved with...someone. If he wanted to discuss it, she supposed, he would. But that was besides the point.

Actually, sex was besides the point now.

All of her energy was directed at figuring out why Sam Winchester felt like someone else completely.

"I guess that makes sense," she said. "But I guess I should also explain that...Alastrians mate for life. And mating and sex aren't the same thing, of course. But I suppose I'm not the type to do something that, as you put it, 'means nothing.'"

[family_remains]

"Ah. Right."

A beat.

"Yeah, no. I get that. I can respect that."

Well this went well.

Sam pressed his lips thin before gesturing with the basket of fruit. Mission critical, abort.

"Well I guess. I should probably get these back to Dean."

And maybe find a nice hole to jump into on his way.

[demonicbeauty]

A harder truth was that Ariadne did find Sam quite attractive. Dean had told her that finding someone pleasing to the eye was the first step to any sort of courtship ritual that might one day include sex. And Sam was beautiful. Especially his brassy, flowing hair.

But physical attraction couldn't quite overcome her sense of plain 'wrongness' over the whole situation.

Maybe it was just her. She would have to mull it over for a few days.

If nothing else, though, she wanted to make sure that she hadn't done irreparable harm to her friendship with Sam. If she was wrong. If it was just her being skittish. So she stepped forward and gave him another quick hug. "You're a very sweet man, Sam Winchester," she told him.

Even if he didn't seem all that sweet at the moment.