You'd been laying low for a while now. Ever since Cas had basically exploded and released Leviathans, you, Sam, and Dean had been kept hidden at Rufus's cabin, only leaving on the occasional nearby case. Of course, without Dean. He was still recovering from a broken leg, which made Sam ecstatic. Not that he wished ill on Dean or anything, but it was great to get more alone time with you. And it was nice to go hunting together and not have to wait until Dean was dead asleep to be all over each other. And it was just nice to go out with you. Sam had noticed you were squirmy in the cabin earlier, and suggested that the two of you run to the gas station for snacks or something, which is where you were now. And he had pretty much lost you.

"Honey, slow down."

Sam whines softly, watching as your head barely showed the aisle you were in as you looked around for everything you wanted. Damn, you were fast. Sam smiles, shaking his head as he grabs a six pack for Dean and a lemonade for the both of you. He really had never been a fan of lemonade, but you loved sharing with him and Sam would never refuse something from you. It was growing on him to say the least; the bitter, sour taste. But only because you liked it so much. Sam turns around, his hazel eyes surveying the store to see you flipping through a couple of magazines.

"You ready, love?"

Sam raises an eyebrow, looking at all of the packages of food and random things that you'd somehow managed to hold all at once.