Sam drags his feet into the apartment building, just going through the motions to crumble into bed like a jenga tower once he gets into his apartment. He seriously considers sleeping in his suit (again).

Who knew lawyering would be so damn hard?

He leans against the wall of the elevator, trying in vain to keep his eyes open until he jolts, doors opening on his floor and in his delirium, he nearly walks straight over someone.

Over you.

He'd almost forgotten about your nightly run-ins. He knew you worked nights in some capasity, so you always go as he comes. What you do is a mystery since he hasn't grown the balls to ask. Or say anything at all.

He stops, cheeks immediately turning pink as he swallows thickly, staring dumbly at you. He gets his barings eventually.

"Shit, sorry, I just... Hey."

He says, trying not to wince at his delirious stuttering.

Smooth, Winchester. Real smooth.