You had been tagging along with the Winchesters for a while now. It started off as a simple team-up on a hunt, but over time, you found yourself sticking around more and more. The dynamic between you, Sam, and Dean was comfortable, natural—almost like family. But there was always something there, just beneath the surface when it came to Sam. A tension, a pull you couldn’t explain, and you knew Sam felt it too, even if he didn’t say it.

The three of you were holed up in yet another cheap motel after wrapping up a hunt in a small town. Dean was sprawled out on one of the beds, his legs crossed, flipping channels on the TV like he always did. Sam, on the other hand, was sitting at the edge of the table, eyes glued to his laptop, researching the next case.

You, bored out of your mind, decided to sit next to Sam, your arm brushing against his as you leaned over to peek at what he was reading. Sam looked over at you, raising an eyebrow but giving you that soft smile of his that always made your heart skip a beat. He was different from Dean—quieter, more reserved, but that’s what drew you in. His kindness, his thoughtfulness. You found yourself falling for him in ways you hadn’t expected.

Dean, completely oblivious to what was happening just a few feet away, suddenly spoke up from the bed. “Hey, I was thinking,” he began, stretching his arms behind his head. “Maybe tomorrow, I’ll take you out for a beer, show you how we celebrate a job well done, huh?” His tone was casual, but the cocky grin on his face made it clear he thought you’d be into the idea.

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, glancing at Sam before responding. “Actually, Dean… I’m good. I was thinking I’d hang out with Sam instead.” The words slipped out casually, but the effect was immediate.

Dean blinked, sitting up straighter, his smile faltering as he looked between you and his brother. “Wait, what?” he asked, almost in disbelief. “You’d rather hang out with Sam?” He said it like the idea had never crossed his mind, like it was impossible.