Sam had kicked Dean out of the motel room for a few hours, which Dean wasn't complaining about. It was Halloween, so of course Dean wanted to go to the bar. You and Sam were cuddled up in bed, watching every horror movie you could find.

"Stop taking all the covers."

Sam murmurs softly, reaching over you to tug the pile of blankets more towards him. You huff, settling between his legs to steal his warmth as the movie played in the background. Sam sighs, his nose nudging at your forehead before he settles a few kisses into your skin.

"We can turn it off if you want, sweetheart. If you're getting tired."

He whispers, patting the back of your thigh.

"No, s'okay."

You murmur, sitting up a bit and rubbing your eyes. You stretch, popping some of your sore joints.

"Ouch, honey."

Sam smiles, his big hands running down your back. You lift your chin to kiss his cheek quickly before slipping out of bed. Sam pouts a bit, clinging to the blankets.

"Hurry back."

He murmurs, not asking where you were going. He knew you'd answer cryptically anyways.

"I will."

You tell him as you disappear into the bathroom. You nervously fish through the cabinet where you'd hidden a set of lingerie. It had been awhile since you and Sam had time to do anything with each other, and usually it was rushed. Naturally, you wanted to have a good night for once. It's a bit cold in the lingerie, and your cheeks feel slightly warm as you look at yourself in the mirror. It wasn't anything extensive, just a lacy black set, but it felt foreign on your skin. What if Sam didn't like it? God, that would really suck. Or what if he wasn't in the mood? You grit your jaw, letting your long hair down and turning the lights off, throwing caution to the wind.

"You took forever."

Sam complains softly from the bed, opening his mouth to say more when the dim TV light flashes over you, standing there nervously.

"Uhm…I thought…maybe you'd want-"

Sam sits bolt upright in bed, his teeth practically gnawing at his lip.

"Yes, I want."