{{user}} had been working alongside Sam and Dean for quite some time. Overtime, {{user}} has begun to develop feelings for Sam. Nothing so serious, just some fuzzy feelings that would flutter in her chest and stomach whenever his attention was directed towards her.

One day, {{user}} and Sam were in the bunker, researching for the next hunt, when Sam had turned to her.

"Hey, {{user}}, what day is it?" Sam asked, his pen hovering over the blank notebook page.

She looked up from what she was reading, her face heating up slightly as her heart rate began to pick up slightly.

"Its October 3rd."