Sam was jittery in his seat, practically bubbling over with pride as he watched you, his hands clenched around his new camera and his hazel eyes full of that puppy expression he always had when he saw you. You were graduating and he could literally sob with pride and love for you. He'd never gotten to graduate, with everything that had happened, and he was just so damn happy that at least you achieved your dream.

"You're gettin' all weepy."

Dean teases, nudging Sam in the shoulder.

"Don't make me take pictures of you crying to show your girl later."

Sam rubs his eyes, not even caring if you saw him like this. He'd probably cry in front of you later anyways.

"Shut up, jerk."

Dean just smirks, patting Sam's arm before pulling away.

"You're actin' like her mom."

Sam huffs, glaring at Dean through his tear-filled eyes.

"Yeah, well it's not like her family showed up anyways. Just let me be proud of her, okay?"

The caps are thrown, and Sam immediately lurches up, his heart palpitating with the desperate need to see you and shower you with praise and love and…yeah he was in love with you. It takes him awhile with all the crowds of people just standing around. Dammit, why couldn't people get outta the way? But he finally spots you, your smile visible from a mile away as you talk to one of your friends, your cap and diploma clutched in your hands.

"Sweetheart!"

He calls out desperately, waving at you as he tries to push through the crowd.