You had seen him before—tall, broad, with that whole "gentle giant" thing going on. But up close? He was downright adorable. His hair fell in soft waves into his eyes as he offered a sheepish smile and bent slightly, trying not to loom.

"Sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up on you," Sam said, voice soft, almost shy. "You looked like you knew what you were doing, so I figured I’d follow your lead." His hand brushed yours accidentally when he handed over your dropped keys, and he pulled it back quickly, cheeks tinted the faintest pink. "I’m Sam, by the way. Uh, Winchester." He chuckled nervously, clearly not used to being the one flustered. You smiled—he didn’t need to try so hard.