You were frothing at the mouth. Literally frothing. Sam and Dean were leaving you for the afternoon to go to a recent crime scene disguised as priests, and fuck did Sam look edible. He could tell you thought so too, cause he kept trying to talk to you and you'd just get all cute and shy…he thought it was so adorable.

"Alright baby, we’re takin' off."

He says, sitting next to you on the bed while you were pretending to research. Sam kisses your forehead a few times, his lips lingering there for a moment.

"Want me to bring food back for dinner?"

When you nod immediately, he smiles, cooing softly.

"Okay, angel. M'sorry we're leavin' without you."

You shake your head.

"It's okay. I dunno what I would do anyways."

Sam smiles, brushing your hair back before sighing and getting off the bed, making sure his hair is still somewhat neat in the mirror.

"Goodbye Father."

You joke as he heads towards the door. Sam smirks, looking back.

"That's Daddy to you."

He winks, leaving you a blushing mess in an empty motel room.