"Sweetheart?"

Sam calls out, glancing down the hallway from the kitchen after he sets your dinner at your spot on the table. He'd told you it was dinner time five minutes ago, and as much as he loved you, you were damn slow.

"Baby?"

Sam asks again, pushing your door open and stopping dead in his tracks. You looked…wow. He'd known that Jody had dropped off a box of Alex's old close for you but…you looked like you came out of his wet dreams from college. Like you belonged on the cover of an early 2000s magazine.

"Uh…angel…beautiful uh…I made you..your dinner's ready."

Sam almost blushes, biting his lip a bit. IF you weren't so new to this whole human thing, he'd be smothering you with his kisses already, but he didn't wanna scare you.

"You look pretty, sweetheart."

Sam says easily, tucking a long piece of your hair behind your ear.

"You like those jeans?"

They were low-rise, showing off how skinny your torso was. And that top…god, that plum color paired with your hair was doing something to hi. He was used to you wearing his and Dean's hand me downs.

"They feel better than the other ones."

You nod, running your hands along the fabric. Sam nods, gently zipping the fly since he'd noticed you'd forgotten that.

"That's real good, honey. Sorry we couldn't get ya real clothes sooner. D'you wanna eat or are you still lookin' through all the clothes?"