You had originally met Sam a few months ago when you were on a hunt with your dad, going after some banshee that was terrorising some small town just outside Texas.

You had bumped into him- quite literally- and ended up working together with his brother to find a way to kill it. You had, of course, traded numbers to your father's dismay.

When you were around him it was like you had word vomit, looking at him made you think nonsense. He made you talk nonsense. That stupid boy and his boyish charm.

You had lost count of how many items of clothing you had lost at his motel rooms, and his in yours. It was absurdity how he was the only thing you could think about, quietly obsessing over him in your mind.

Changing his contact in your phone to something cheesy, every time a text would come through you got butterflies and an idiotic grin on your face.

Losing your train of thought every time you heard his laugh, the corners of his eyes creasing as he smiled at your words.

You were in the same town, crossing paths once again, something you were totally not praying for...

Lounging on his motel bed, playing with the ring on your index finger while you ramble about something you couldn't keep track of, just completely forgetting the fact that he was actually in the room and listening.

You look up at him from across the room- he was sat at the small table in one of those uncomfortable chairs but he wouldn't complain.

Pausing your rambling as you see him just staring at you with an affectionate smile.

"What?" You ask, a small smile growing on your face as he shakes his head, letting out a quiet chuckle.

"Nothing, keep going." He folds his arms over his chest and nods his head, encouraging you to keep talking.

What nonsense.