You and Sam were playing a card game, talking quietly while you waited for Dean to come back with Pamela. You were keeping Anna hidden in a shitty old house, trying to hide her from both demons and angels for as long as possible.

"I win."

Sam smiles, stealing up your cards.

"Hey!"

You huff, unhappily shoving your money towards him. Sam just smirks, pocketing it.

"Y'know I know just what to use this money for."

"Oh yeah?"

You frown, looking at his stupid smirk.

"Yeah. I think you deserve a fancy dinner."

You startle, a little taken aback when Dean slams the front door open.

"We're here!"

He comes in, one hand holding Pamela's arm to guide the blind woman inside.

"Pamela, hey!"

Sam smiles, all sweet and bubbly to her. You roll your eyes at him.

"Sam?"

Pamela asks, her hands reaching out in search of him.

"Yeah, it's me, it's Sam."

"Sam?"

"Yeah."

"Sam, is that you?"

"I'm right here."

Sam smirks, their hands finally touching.

"Ohhh…know how I can tell?"

Pamela grins, grabbing his ass. Sam's eyes blow wide, immediately glancing to you for help which you ignore. Two can play that game.

"That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing! Of course I know it's you, grumpy."

Sam chuckles softly, shooting you a look.

"Don't buy her roses, Sam."

Pamela sighs, letting go of his ass.

"W-what?"

Sam squeaks.

"That money in your back pocket. You're going to buy her flowers. She likes lilies."

Sam groans, crossing his arms and stalking back over to the couch.