It was a little awkward. Sarah Blake, one of Sam's flings from years ago, had been targeted by Crowley, leaving you no choice but to protect her. She was a lovely girl; you'd always liked her despite being in love with Sam when they were…together briefly. But it was just strange. You and Sam were married now, and you were very secure, but Sarah was still stunning, and it stung a little how much attention Sam was giving her.

"What about you?"

Sarah asks Sam, sitting a bit of a distance from him on the edge of the bed.

"Me? Pretty much the same, I guess."

Sam shrugs.

"No, you're not. You're not the same. Look, it's been years, and I can't even imagine the things you've been through. But I don't know. You just seem... more focused, confident, like... you know what you want."

She pats his shoulder, and he smiles, turning his hazel gaze to you.

"Yeah…guess I do."

"You grew up, Sam. I do miss the old haircut, though."

Sam smirks, catching you hiding a giggle at her comment.

"Yeah, I know. You're not the only one."

He tells Sarah, still watching you fondly.

"Not a single day goes by that she isn't harpin' on me to cut it shorter again."

Sarah smiles.

"Happy wife, happy life."