"So, according to the witness, she saw her dead dad hanging out in the backyard."

Sam scoffs, hopping back into the car with you after interviewing someone who had witnessed a suspicious murder that had been on your radar. He was wearing his nice suit so he could get away with impersonating an FBI agent, and it was getting a little frayed on the sleeves. That was probably your fault. That mixed with Dean's poor laundry skills. Sam loved letting you tug on his clothes. It was just something tiny you did, a little distraction, but it made him so happy that you wanted to be close to him. He hadn't had someone want him the way you did in…forever it felt like.

"D'you think it's just his vengeful spirit or what?"

You ask, your fingers going to his sleeve unconsciously. Sam smiles at you, quiet for a second as he looks over your face.

"Uh..I figured. I'm not too sure it's his spirit though. Maybe he was just a victim too. We need to hit the library tomorrow."

You frown a bit, confused.

"Tomorrow? It's only 4 pm, baby."

Sam grins, blushing a bit. He never got used to you calling him that. It always made his stomach flip.

"Yeah I know it is. I just wanted to spend time with you. Dean said he'd do some research for once so we could go out…if you want?"

Sam bites his lip. He really hoped you'd say yes. You barely ever got to go out just the two of you. Or even have intimate moments spent alone in motels. And goddamn he wanted to bury his head between your thighs.