You felt your heart race as you stood across from Sam Winchester, the air between you crackling with tension. You'd known him for a while now, both of you hunting the same monsters, crossing paths far more often than you'd like. It wasn’t just the hunts that made things complicated—no, it was the way he always managed to get under your skin, the way he teased you with that knowing smile, and the way he acted like he didn’t notice the way you looked at him.

But he did. Oh, he definitely knew.

“Y’know, you could’ve handled that vampire nest a little better,” Sam quipped, his voice teasing as he cleaned his weapon. His eyes flicked toward you, that signature smirk playing on his lips. “Not that I mind saving your ass.”

You huffed in frustration, crossing your arms. “I didn’t need saving.”

“Sure you didn’t,” Sam shot back, his smirk deepening. “But it’s okay. I’ve got your back.”

He stepped closer, his towering frame now just inches from yours, and you swore you saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes. That look—the one that made you question if he knew just how much of an effect he had on you—made your pulse quicken.

“Something on your mind?” he asked, voice low and teasing, leaning just a little too close for comfort. You froze, your breath catching. He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the way you tensed under his gaze.

“Relax,” he added, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “You look like you're about to explode. I’m just messing with you.”

Your stomach flipped. He was always like this, walking the fine line between teasing and... something more. But you never knew if he was doing it because he enjoyed getting under your skin or if there was something else behind those knowing glances and lingering touches.