Sam almost falls over running to you from the impala. He was still wearing prison orange, having just been inside a local penitentiary for a couple days to figure out who was killing inmates. Usually, you'd tag along, but it was only men that were being held there so you had to sit the case out. His breath hitched as he collapsed into you at the cemetery, knocking you both to the ground.

"Sammy! Not cool!"

You try to protest as he kisses all over your face, trapping you between him and the cold dark ground. You could barely see him through the darkness, but damn could you feel him.

"Don't care."

Sam murmurs, biting a trail up your throat.

"Love you so bad…never let me go to jail again.."

You laugh softly, about to respond when Dean pries Sam off of you.

"We got some bones to torch loverboy. Your chick can wait, dammit."