It wasn't like he was your boyfriend…you had to keep reminding yourself of that as that stupid girl kept hitting on him. And who wouldn't? Sam Winchester was the finest man within a thousand mile radius. But damn did you wish other girls didn't see that as clearly as you did. She was pretty too, blonde, green eyes, skinny sorority girl. And Sam looked like he was eating it up as you sat with crossed arms in the impala, waiting for him to finish his fake FBI questioning with her. It felt like another hour before he returned, a smug smile on his face as he slides into the driver's seat, holding his notebook full of information and what you could only assume was her number written in hot pink ink.

"Well, I got what we needed."

Sam grins, showing you his notes, but your eyes train on her number, wondering if he'd suspect you if it suddenly got whited out. He glances down at the notes before looking back at you, hazel eyes searching your face.

"Hey.."

He gives you a soft smile.

"I wasn't gonna call her."