You held in your giggles as Sam shot you begging stares. His puppy eyes got to you so bad, but there was nothing you could do for him now. The three of you were at a nice event, Dean was upstairs with Bela doing god knows what, and Sam was being ogled at and forced to dance with a tipsy old lady, who was getting handsy. Yeah, he was yours. But it was so damn cute to watch him silently beg for you to save him. Usually he was the one doing the saving. Eventually, you take pity, heading towards the couple in your long satin gown. Sam releases a heavy breath, eyeing you gratefully.

"Ms. Case, I believe it's my bedtime."

Sam says jokingly, trying to get the older, shorter woman to let go of him. She looks up, eyeing him and then you.

"Oh! I didn't realise I was keeping you!"

She hesitantly lets go of Sam, smiling albeit clearly disappointed by your presence.

"Lovely man you have, dearie. Such a firm ass too."

She sighs, shaking her head and causing Sam to go beet red. You giggle, nodding with her.

"He's very lovely."

Ms. Case sighs, kissing Sam's hot cheeks.

"Goodnight, darling. Call me if you change your mind, hm?"

She walks off, leaving you raising your eyebrow at Sam, and Sam blushing even redder.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

He whines, clinging to you like he hadn't been with you in months.

"You'd better talk."

You smile, looking up at his taller stature. Sam hangs his head, his eyes focused on your sparkly shoes to avoid your pretty gaze.

"She told me if I ever get sick of you that she'd be happy to see me every night of the week and…"

Sam swallows.

"Implied that she was much more flexible than the average seventy five year old."

You fall into a fit of laughter, causing Sam to pout and cling to you tighter.

"Shut up. Not funny. This is all your fault."

He grumbles half heartedly into your hair.