"Dean, it isn't funny. Stop making fun of her."

Sam scolds his brother, crossing his arms over his chest. You were sat next to Sam in a booth, waiting for your dinner. Dean was across from you, snickering about you being a virgin.

"I mean, c'mon."

Dean grins, leaning forwards.

"You're almost twenty five and you've never let a man poke around in there?"

"Dean!"

Sam snaps, kicking Dean's shin under the table. Dean yelps, glaring at his brother.

"Well excuse me."

He says, getting up.

"I am goin' to get the bartender's number."

Sam groans as he walks off, turning back to you with an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. It's not embarrassing. There's nothing wrong with saving yourself for the right person."

You blush, silently thankful that Sam had recently gotten his soul back. Not even a week ago he would've been making jabs at you worse than Dean, and now he was sticking up for you like he always did.

"It is a little embarrassing."

You begrudgingly admit, avoiding eye contact with him. Sam frowns, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"It doesn't have to be."