Sam was researching at the table in the motel, going absolutely nowhere. Dean had gone out, leaving you and Sam alone in the room which Sam didn't mind. He thought you were cute and funny. He glances up with a smile as he hears you gasp, seeing you with your head through the blinds and looking outside.

"Hey."

Sam calls out, laughing as you jump back with an embarrassed squeak.

"What is it?"

"I saw people putting their mouths together!"

You say, both excited and scandalized at the same time. Sam snorts, shutting his laptop and glancing out the window. Sure enough, there was a couple that was in the middle of a heated makeout sesh, pretty caught up in the moment. The guy shoves her up against the wall and-

"Alright, enough of that you creeper."

Sam teases, closing the curtains a little. You frown, trying to look again but Sam snatches you up. You whine, squirming as he puts you over his shoulder.

"Shush. You're supposed to be keeping me company while my brain melts. Not staring at people through the window."

"I heard a noise! That's why I looked."

"Sure ya did."

Sam laughs, putting you on his thigh as he huffs, opening his laptop again.

"See this? D'you have any idea what it is?"

He asks, showing you a coroner's report.

"It's from a gorgon."

You respond in the blink of an eye and Sam huffs a laugh.

"Shoulda asked you a long time ago-"

He pauses when he feels your lips touch his chin. Sam glances down, seeing you blushing and staring back at him.

"...thanks, sweetheart."

He smiles, wanting to reassure you despite the fact that you;d delivered the worst kiss of his life. Or the best…since it was you.

"You didn't like it."

You frown, hanging your head. Sam smiles sweetly, tilting your chin up.

"It just caught me off guard. And you missed my lips by an inch."

"Oh."

"Try again."