TINTED ▷ Sam Winchester [1]

28 | HOPE SPRINGS

I sit on the couch in my room as Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix plays on the television in front of me. I am dressed in a plain t-shirt and jeans, just lying around and thinking. It's only nine, so I guess it's too early to go to sleep.

There's a few knocks at my door. I turn my head as Sam steps inside, not waiting for my reply.

"Hey," he says. We only just got back from the case a few hours ago, at which point I showered and got clean clothes on. And now, I'm watching television, with my laptop closed on the stand beside me. Normally, I would be on it, looking for another case, but now, I just want to sleep.

"Hi," I say in reply. I don't know why I'm in a weird mood right now. Maybe it's because Sam and I kissed just yesterday and still haven't talked about it?

"Order of the Phoenix?" Sam questions, gesturing to the screen. I purse my lips together and nod. "Can I—?" He comes closer to me, looking at the empty spot next to me on the couch.

"Yeah," I say, scooting against the arm of the chair to give him room. I mean, he doesn't need that much room. It probably looks like I want to be as far away from him as possible.

I fold my legs together like a pretzel and lace my fingers together, keeping my eyes on the movie.

Sam is wearing different clothes not now, too, a grey t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. It's hard not to look at him when he is wearing that.

"Where's Dean?" I say, trying to fill the silence. It's funny, I don't remember things being weird like this between us. Maybe it's just me who's being weird.

"He went out," Sam replies. "Said something about how we never have any food."

"He's not wrong," I say quietly, brushing my hair back with both hands. I can feel Sam looking at me, I must not be hiding my nervousness very well.

"Are you—" he begins, pausing to choose his words. "Am I making you nervous?" I chuckle, but it sounds weird.

"No," I say, too quickly. I turn to look at him, and I regret it an instant later. He looks so damn cute, slouched on the couch, looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes— they look brown at the moment. "No, Sam, of course not."

"I can leave if you want," he says, after I look away from him. He's probably getting all the wrong messages from how I'm acting. I definitely do not want him to leave. In fact, I'd like him to get a lot closer.

"No, I don't want that," I say firmly, looking at my hands. "I'm sorry, I'm just not used to this."

"What?"

"This— whatever we're doing," I say, feeling my face flush.

"We haven't done anything yet," Sam replies. If my face was warm before, it must be on fire now. I clench my jaw.

"Well, we kissed," I say, twiddling my thumbs and flushing red. "Which I haven't done in a long time. And now... with you..." I make a awkward gesture with my hands. "I mean, you're insanely good looking. It's really intimidating."

He laughs at this. Really laughs. The sound makes me feel incredibly light. I feel myself smiling.

"I don't think so," Sam says modestly. "Plus, you're also 'insanely good looking'." I turn my head to look at him again, smiling a little. He's smiling, too. I don't really believe what he says, but I'm not gonna tell him that right now.

I'm not sure what to say after that, so I just watch the movie.

A few moments later, I feel Sam's hand over mine, and he pulls it to the space between us, locking them together. I swear to god, I'm not even on earth anymore. No, this must be cloud nine. I've heard stories, but they don't really do it justice.