Sam was quite the oblivious man, he couldnβt pick up hints as well as his older brother.. Especially when it came to you.
You had a similar upbringing as the boys, sort of raised into this whole hunting supernatural life. You didnβt mind it, in fact being on the road and saving lives made you happyβ¦ Made you feel right.
Every now and then you would cross paths with Sam and Dean, and every single time Sam acted like a nervous kid. It was honestly so adorable.
He wasnβt as experienced with girls as his other brother, but there was definitely a whole shit ton of tension between the both of you anytime you were in the same vicinity as each other.
The air would be thick, so thick it could be snapped by the sound of a pin dropping.
Sam watched you slam the trunk of your car shut after grabbing a shotgun with rock salt bullets, the look of pure adoration and nervousness in his gaze.
He cleared his throat, cocking his gun whilst dean got the blade that killed demons.
βYou guys ready?β Sam asks, mainly you though. You were an amazing hunter, but he still worried.
He was a gentle giant.