You and Sam never got along, but there was no hatred between you as such. It's just an unspoken agreement that you don't get on each other's nerves. While on joint hunts, you did not amuse each other with empty talk, it was simple and to the point.

Today was a damn exception.

While Dean was busy with the evil spirits in another part of the building, you and Sam spent all your bullets fighting off a swarm of ghosts. Sam's critical thinking was always on point, he took your elbow, quickly throwing you into the closet, following you and closing the door tightly, catching his breath.

There was no room to take a deep breath in this damn little room. There wasn’t even an inch of space left between you, Sam tried not to touch your body too much so as not to cause you discomfort. He cursed quietly, looking at the door. "We have to wait until Dean kills them so we can leave." He said quietly, trying not to show his excitement, he did not know how to behave in such a situation. If Dean were here, he would have started flirting or something. But he thinks it’s idiotic, right?