Sam knocked on the door of the open house in the neighborhood you three were inspecting, his rough hand and contrast against the pristine white paint. The realtor opens the door, grinning obnoxiously as he sees the three of you.

"Hello, hello, c'mon inside!"

Sam steps back, his fingers attaching themselves mindlessly to the small of your back as he guides you inside with a smile.

"You first, baby."

He whispers as you walk through the door. The realtor smiles again, shaking Sam's hand.

"How long have you and your wife been married?"

Sam nearly chokes, barely hiding the shock on his face as he refers to you as his wife. But damn if that didn't sound appealing. Dean laughs out loud, clapping Sam on the back and making up a lie for him.

"They've been married two years now, ain't that right Sammy?"

Sam nods abruptly, looking tenderly at you.

"Yeah…yeah, that's right."