Chapter 4: To the Green Eyed Monster
By the time they arrived back to the reception hall, Sam was tired and he didn't want his time with Luke to end. Luke was smart, funny and open. There was no guess work with the guy. Since, the man wore his heart on his sleeve.
The attraction in Luke's eyes and body language was hard to miss, after awhile. Sam only hoped that he was more withholding, than Dean was with his car keys.
The clinic was eye catching with its latest gadgets and luxury. There was a gym, an Olympic sized swimming pool indoors, and other recreational facilities. The hospital side was modern, clean and comfortable-looking.
The medical machines were state of the art and were well hidden, behind dark wooden walls and cabinets. It gave the room, its comfortable feel, instead of the sterile and mechanical feel to ordinary hospital's rooms have.
The copulation of luxury and comfort made iStahar a clinic worthy for the rich. Though, Stacy wasn't rich like some of the other victims. Sam was left with no clues or hints to point them to their next victim. There were little distinctions between the women. It made it difficult to tell who she was and how can they help save her and her baby. Most of all, how can they stop what ever is coming after them.
Sam thought back to his parents. They weren't rich. He wondered if his mother would have been targeted, too. That is, if she had any problems getting pregnant, to begin with. Looking back, she should have had. Then Sam would have never been born and their family wouldn't have been torn apart.
Luke walked up the steps carrying two soya milked vanilla lattes. The bar was lit up with candles. After their tour had ended, it was getting dark outside and the setting sun basked the reception area in a luminous golden glow.
The smell of vanilla brought Sam out of his depressive thoughts. It took them, nearly three and half hours to see the entire place and when Luke had offered to drink a cup of latte. Sam loved the man more. He didn't go for coffee much and Luke hated it, calling it hard and cheap bean water!
While sitting next to Luke in one of the white leather lounge sofas, Sam sipped his hot latte and enjoyed the comfortable silence that fell between them. His cup was wide and the foam had in cinnamon a woman's symbol strewn over on top. The smell of the vanilla coffee permitted the air as it filled him lungs giving him a sense of calm.
Their legs were slightly touching and Sam didn't mind. It was only his uneasy stomach that had him worried. Other than that, he liked Luke touching him. It was a nice pace for a change. Not having to keep up or keep a distance.
Throughout the tour, Luke left fleeting touches behind and stayed close. Sam was surprised how his body had reacted to Luke's 'accidental' touches. He almost blushed at the contact, almost. If Dean was to ever see him blush, he would probably buy him a dress.
As a matter of fact, if Dean was here, Sam wouldn't have had this peaceful moment with its light touches. Dean would have been either a foot away from Sam, unconsciously banging some rhythm on his knee or table, fidgeting and talking a mile a minute.
Dean's coffee was always black and spiked with sugar. The combination made him hyper and annoying. Within those moments, of being on edge, Dean would be thinking a mile a minute.
Always, he would be thinking up ways to make Sam's life a living hell. With Dean's childish pranks: from hiding his underwear, to sticking fries in his salad, changing his ringtone and putting ribbons in his hair. Speaking of which, his brother has been getting on his nerves a lot, lately.
Maybe he should follow through on his threats and just smack his brother behind his head, when he did.
"You know, you frowning make me want to..." Luke said licking his lips, "...ask you for your..." looking at Sam's lips "...thoughts." bringing his eyes up to Sam's.
"It's nothing. Just, uhm... You know, thinking about this case." Sam huffed, taking another sip of his latte.
Oh yeah, Luke was definitely flirting with me.
"This place is amazing. Uhm... even with the way you serve your latte." Sam said turning his head, looking around and taking another sip.
Sam ran his hand through his hair and felt the light dampness of sweat across his forehead. He began to loosen his tie some more.
Damn it! His body was really working up a sweat and not just from the hot latte. Sam noticed the teasing look in Luke's hazel eyes, and especially, the way Luke's full lips were pouting and was glistening wet, during the tour.
"True, you've been saying that for like the past three hour and a half." Luke replied as a matter of fact. "Besides, it's supposed to be a representation of the planet Venus, not a tribute to the woman's sex, but to their fertility."
