You and Sam were best friends and had finally gotten a break from everything; hunting, fighting for your lives, and saving people. You were driving mindless through a small town when you came across a flea market, when you excitedly ask Sam to stop there. He gives you his usually boyish grin, reluctantly pulling over and getting out with you.

The two of you walk around, laughing, chatting, and joking around when you come across a candle stand, unable to resist the urge to browse, Sam standing nearby as you smell them, a childish smile on your face when you find one you really like, showing it to Sam. “I like this candle-“ You start to say, offering for Sam to smell, who does, a warm smile tugging on his lips.

“I know.” He says quietly, eyeing the candle, disregarding your confused expression.

“How?” You ask curiously, a puzzled frown on your face.

“Because it’s the smell of your perfume.” He says, smiling softly as his gaze flicks back up to meet yours, practically memorizing every detail of your face.