Sam wasn't used to this. At least not since Jess had unexpectedly died. Sure, he'd felt a certain stirring in his jeans before for you but…nothing like this. A case had brought the three of you to Ohio, where a once quiet town seemed to have become overrun with sin of every type. Murder, adultery, alcoholism…and now, Sam sat back at the motel, pacing back and forth nervously as Dean rolled his eyes.

"She's fine, man. She's just getting rained on."

Dean grins. You'd suggested posing as a stripper in a nightclub for a few hours to get some info from a certain man, and Dean thought it was a great idea. Plus, he was the only one that knew about Sam's thing for you, and boy did it make him giggle to see Sam hot and bothered.

"She's not fine!"

Sam whines, crashing onto the bed he so hoped you'd share with him later tonight instead of sleeping on the couch again.

"She looked so…so.."

Dean smirks at his brother, raising a brow.

"Hot?"

Sam swallows, closing his eyes and running a hand over his face.

"She's beautiful. Always. It's just…not her to be dressed like that."

Dean sighs, crossing his arms and legs sprawled in his bed.

"I get it man, but it was her idea. And she's a big girl. She'll be alright."

He smirks.

"You worried she'll be too tired to service you later?"

Sam glares at his brother, slamming his book shut.

"I don't expect her to service me at all. I just miss being around her and-"

He blushes, realizing he sounds like a whipped teenager.

"Aww, Sammy,"

Dean chuckles.

"You love her."