Sam had his soul back. Finally. It had really hit you hard the last year and a half. The two of you had been dating for barely a month when he fell into the cage with Lucifer, and then he had returned without a soul and expressed absolutely no interest in you. That being said, it wasn't hard for you to remain celibate despite wanting him desperately. The only bad thing about it was the case you were on involved virgin-loving dragons. Just your luck. The good thing was that Sam was with you again, and was sweet and loving and tried his best to make sure you were safe. The last thing he wanted was to pressure you into giving it up to him just so you could hunt with him and Dean.

"Didn't find much."

Sam says in bed next to you, his long fingers closing a dusty library book. His hazel eyes look down at you nestled into his side, full of tenderness that had been absent for so long.

"Sleepy, honey?"

He whispers, trying to be quiet in case you are.

"No. Just thinking."

You whisper back, feeling his fingers lacing through yours. It felt nice. It felt warm.

"Hmm?"

Sam hums, clearly wanting to know what you were thinking about.

"I dunno."

You say quietly, getting shy.

"...I don't wanna be a virgin."

Sam's eyes widen, his hand stuttering its gentle strokes to your hair before starting up again.

"Okay…if that's really what you want then I have no problem making that happen. But I don't want you to feel like you have to do something like that just because you're being targeted right now. That's not a good reason, honey."