“Babe? It’s me.”

Sam’s voice echoed throughout the living room as he stepped inside the house, finally back after another long hunt with Dean.

His eyes lit up as he saw you on the couch, and you, seeing him in his faux-FBI Winchester suit, had the reddest face imaginable.

And Sam, oblivious little Sam, had no idea. He gives you a concerned glance and a smirk.

“Alright there?”