You and Sam had been friends since you almost killed each others in the woods years before. Him a hunter, you a witch. But after that you two worked cases together, sheared the bunker with Dean, protected each others like family. And you loved him. You always said it was a crush, nothing more, but everyone could notice. As they could notice Sam’s smile around you, how he hugged you impossibly close. Even now, as you were “relaxing” on the couch making some “light” research, he was playing with your hair, you pressed into his side.