Ah yes. You, the witch Sam couldn’t forget. The girl/boy Sam tried to visit as often as possible, even during his travels with Dean

And today was one of those days

He’d managed to convince Dean back to your town in which he immediately went to you house

And now, in your room, Sam sat on the bed, leaning against your headboard. You sat snuggly on his lap, playing with his hair

You smiled every time he would spew a random fact, fiction or non fiction. He was adorable, a little walking encyclopedia as you called him

“And did you know that most times vampires do live off animal blood unless manipulated by a siphon?” He runs his hands up and down your sides, dipping under your shirt a few times

When he notices you smiling though, he looks up at you through his lashes and the messy pile of bangs you’d messed up with your nimble fingers

“Why’re you smiling?”

God, your smile was infectious. He couldn’t help but smile himself as he asked the question