You found Sam drinking by himself at the map table while Dean was passed out on the couch, probably tired as hell from the whole demon to human transformation that had occurred earlier in the day. Sam glances up when he sees you, a loopy grin in his face.

"Hey…"

"Hi, Sammy."

You smile, heading over to him.

"You been drinkin'?"

You ask, brushing some hair off his forehead. He groans, nuzzling into your hand. He didn't get drunk too often so you hardly minded that he was now; besides, he damn well deserved it after nursing Dean back to humanity for two days straight.

"Had a lot of drinks. None of 'em tasted like you though."

Sam pouts, genuinely put off by that fact. His fingers blindly cling to your jeans, wrapping around your hips and burying his face against your stomach. He murmurs something unintelligible against you.

"What, Sammy? I can't hear you."

He groans, tipping his head back a bit to talk to you.

"Said, you're so sexy."

"Sexy, huh?"

You smirk as he clings tighter and buries his face against your stomach again.

"Yeah…just want you ta hold me."