Deleted Scene From BIT, Chapter 30

"Food!" I yelled, throwing myself out of the car, and hugging Sam desperately. Can you say embarrassed? Oh, hell yeah. "Sam! My favourite, favourite person! I'm so glad you're back! I missed you – and you brought food! Have I told you I loved you lately, because, yes, I do – indeed, I do –" All through out this garbled speech I was reaching into the McDonalds bag I'd snatched from him, and pulling out a handful of fries that I could stuff into my mouth, to stop myself from speaking. Finally, I had enough to plug it. "– and ha-mmmmph – mmmmph – mffphmp!"

"Dean, what did you do to her?" Sam asked dryly, and I shot a worried glance over my shoulder at his brother, who was pulling himself out of the Impala behind me, his composed, self-assured body nowhere near comparable to the ball of frantic energy mine still was. Through a mouthful of crispy, yellow potato-sticks, I entreated him, eyes widening until I was afraid they'd drop onto the dirty concrete, my arms still wrapped as tightly as they could go about Sam's hard waist. Stretching, back creaking loudly, he shot me an amused glance, and opened his mouth to say something.

Using the first thing that popped into my head, I swallowed, and interrupted him. "Want to go to a bar tonight?" Getting drunk after doing that wouldn't be an entirely bad thing to do, would it? What else would hundreds of other people drink to forget about, but embarrassing – beyond embarrassing – things like that?

And so, after many 'what for's, and much to-ing and fro-ing, we did.

But Dean didn't let me forget the whole semi-handjob issue.

Have I mentioned lately that I hate him?

Just a short scene I had to scrap; I loved it though, so I had to keep it. Babbling!Lauren is one of my very favourite people.