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who; sam winchester, veronica mars
what; valentine's morning. sam is retarded and veronica is oblivious.



She'd been planning on going out early to photograph the fairly desolate streets since it only happened earlyish and Valentine's day was ~*special*~ or something like that. She hadn't expected the five roses just outside their door when she opened it. Well, maybe one from Lilly, because she was Lilly. Claire was sweet and Jacob was too, kind of. In a way. She didn't really know what to think about it. Then one for Sam and one... anon. Veronica carried them back inside and put her camera back down on the living room table.

Flowers needed water, right? Yeah. She was probably also supposed to cut them first, but she didn't know the proper way, so all she did was fill a mug with water and put hers in, and Sam's in another.

Sam was used to sleeping in not a lot, but since he lived with Veronica now he'd gotten used to sleeping in actual pyjama pants instead of boxers and throwing on a t-shirt before he left his room. He emerged from his room after hearing the front door close. He heard Veronica filling up the mugs with water and walked into the kitchen rubbing his eyes, still not completely awake.

"You're up early."

She would hardly have minded if he walked around in boxers. Just as she expected him not to mind if she decided to walk around in pyjamas in turn. Not that she did. All that much.

"I was going out to take some pictures," she shrugged, and turned around to present him with his rose. "You appear to have a secret admirer."

Sam arched an eyebrow, taking the mug from Veronica and looking at the tag. "Huh." That was...weird. He wouldn't have been surprised if he hadn't gotten any roses. He didn't really talk to a lot of girls around here. And the ones he did talk to were more in a platonic sense and he didn't really get the feeling that they were romantically interested in him. Not that he was overly observant when it came to romance, but still, he'd like to think he'd notice if a girl liked him.

"Read the card," she said, and hoisted herself up on the counter effortlessly. It vaguely annoyed her the white one she had received hadn't had one.

Sam looked at the card, and tilted his head to the side slightly. "It's just a bunch of hearts." He wondered if it was Dean screwing with him. He wouldn't actually put it past his brother to do something like that. Since Dean was kind of an ass.

"So I wasn't wrong, then." She gave him a smile and grabbed the counter with both hands.

"About it being a bunch of hearts?" Sam walked over and set his mug down next to hers, not even giving the flowers a second glance.

"About the secret admirer part," she clarified. "I'm not entirely sure what my white one is supposed to be." A pause, and she glanced at it. "Or who it's from."

Sam glanced at the roses when she mentioned it, trying not to look suspicious. He shrugged his shoulder and shook his head slightly, before moving to the table and pulling out a chair, sitting down. "You have a secret admirer too?"

"No idea, no card." Maybe it was meant to go with one of the other ones, but that just seemed weird. "It doesn't really do me any good if they won't tell me who they are though. Did you send any?"

Sam grimaced very slightly and reached up to scratch the side of his head, before pushing his hair back with one hand. "I, uh, thought about it." And he did, but that was omitting information, not outright lying, and he was embarrassed.

"And who was the thought about object of your affection?" she inquired, curious. Just because there were only so many girls she'd ever seen him talk to. And none of them had ever been by the apartment.

He wasn't really up to admitting to sending any flowers to her or anyone else. "No one, really." He clasped his hands together briefly before motioning towards the bathroom. "I should probably. Go take a shower." It was a quick escape, and it wasn't like she could follow him and keep questioning him if he was in the shower. Although he doubted she'd let it drop. He always seemed to forget how very inquisitive she was.

He was right about that part. She jumped off the counter and grabbed his arm. "Hey, wait. Who? If it's someone special I need to give her my stamp of approval if she's to lounge around here and stuff."

Well he'd almost made it.

Although he had to laugh a little at her comment, shaking his head. "It's really not a big deal, okay?"

Sometimes she really hated her curiosity. "That just makes me more curious."

Sam sighed, turning around to face her. "Yeah, I know." It'd really just be easier to downplay the whole thing than keep running away. "You. And Mac and Lilly, and Pandora. No big deal." Mac and Lilly he'd sent flowers to because they were Veronica's friends, and they both seemed nice enough. Pandora he'd sent a flower to because she shared some similar interests and came into the Library.

It gave her a moment's pause. "Oh." Uh. "Hey, you could have said, you know." She really wasn't used to getting flowers, for Valentine's, or any other holiday. "I would have sent you one too."

"I don't really want flowers?" He shrugged, crossing his arms in front of him. "You can have the one I got too if you want. Dean's probably the one who sent it anyway, just to be an ass." That's what he'd decided, anyway. Better than the possibility of having an actual secret admirer. "It's not a big deal, it's just kind of, I don't know, dorky." Jessica had always called him a nerd when he'd given her flowers, although that had really been her only objection to it.

"Well, something else then." Maybe she was emotionally deficient, or something, because she couldn't seem to give him a real response besides general gratitude, or something. "... thanks, though."

"Yeah, no problem." He smiled a little, before tilting his head to the side, indicating where he'd been heading before she'd grabbed him. "Can I go shower now?"

"... yeah, sorry," she said a little lamely, and let him go again. Definitely emotionally deficient. Probably mentally as well.