Sam sits in the passenger of the Impala, smiling like an idiot as he watches you dash out to the car in the pouring rain. You look like a sad soggy cat. It’s raining relentlessly out there, the parking lot a rich black from the water, the sound of droplets pattering on top of the car almost overpowering the music.

He can see you smiling, laughing at how ridiculous you must look to him and Dean. Racing through puddles in the only rain gear you could scrounge up. Dean isn’t looking at you, he’s looking at his brother.

“Jeez. Can you be anymore obvious?” He snorts and claps his little brother on the shoulder

Sam blinks at the contact and snaps his head in Dean’s direction. “Wha…?” He breaks from the trance, “What are you talking about?” He feigns ignorance.

“Oh come on Sammy, you know exactly what I’m on about.” Dean insists, “I think you should go for it. Attractive. Gets the life of hunting. Lock it down.” Sam still stares at him gaping like a fish like his brother has gone mad. “You’re in lo—” Dean begins to clarify. That dangerous four letter word almost escaped his mouth when you knock your fist on the window (a bit aggressively, but you were cold for crying out loud). Sam almost jumps out of his skin.

Dean doesn’t seem to care much that you’re drenched but he does care that you just hit his Baby, “Hey watch it.” He unlocks the door and you slide in shivering, “Baby is to be cherished. Not…whatever you were just doing.” Dean says shakes his head in disapproval.

Sam just rolls his eyes at his brother’s definitive priorities.