Charlie had come for a visit. A hunting related visit, but a visit nonetheless, which was always welcome. Sam was sitting with you at the map table, sharing his bagel with you for breakfast while Dean and Charlie yapped about whatnot.

"I also found this series of books by Carver Edlund. Did those books really happen?"

Charlie asks, and Sam glances up, his hazel eyes darting to yours and then Deans.

"Wow. That is some meta-madness. Thanks for saving the world and stuff."

Charlie tells Sam, grinning from ear to ear.

"Sorry you have zero luck with the ladies."

Sam's mouth pops open and his brow creases, the tiniest hint of pink flushing his ears.

"Wha-"

He turns to Dean.

"We need to find every single copy of those books and burn them."

"They're online now, so good luck with that."

Charlie snorts, side eyeing Sam, who groans and takes a bite out of the bagel.

"That's not true, I think Sammy's cute."

You chime in mindlessly, taking a sip of orange juice. Dean grins, elbowing his brother.

"Y'hear that Sammy? Might have a chance with her after all."

Sam blushes ten times darker, torn between glaring daggers at his brother and fleeing the room or kissing you senseless.

"Don't give him hope, Dean."

Charlie laughs.