Melanie was just a psychic girl that you, Sam, and Dean were helping out when all of the psychic residents of Lily Dale were getting killed off. You finished up the case, did the usual salt and burn, and went for pizza before dodging town. But what Sam hadn't anticipated was Melanie taking a liking to him and following him around. He'd be lying if he said that it didn't boost his ego a little. Even though it was definitely your attention that he wanted and not hers. Plus, his heart skipped a beat every time he caught you giving her dirty looks or when she'd compliment him and you'd shrink a bit. Maybe after you got out of town he could tell you how much he…

"I figure you're leaving town."

Melanie comments, sitting close to him as you, Dean, and Sam shared a pizza.

"Uh, yeah. We have more hunting to do."

Sam nods, his hazel eyes quickly peeking at you to see a bit of sauce that had smeared against your lip. God, he wanted to lick it off for you.

"Wish you'd stay the night. I've got a nice bed, better than a motel."

Melanie murmurs, thinking only Sam can hear. Sam knew you practically had bat hearing though, and immediately looked to you to see you trying to hide an annoyed pout by stuffing more food into your mouth.

"No thanks, Melanie. We're heading to Las Vegas after this. Couple days of driving."

Sam stifles a grin when he sees you smile again, happy that he'd rejected her.