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Sam's poor, tousled head is all filled up with angst at the moment.

He's a few streets away from the house they're all staying in, perched on somebody's porch, drinking a purloined beer and thinking Very Deep Thoughts.

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Sam laughs, quietly, and looks over at her with a very fond expression on his face.

"I kind of think I love you."

For a Winchester that's quite the show of emotion, right there.

Headsmack.

(A loving one!)

"Don't go chick-flick on me here, Sammy."

Sam raises his eyebrows.

And hugs her.

And then....gasp, shock....KISSES HER HAIR.

"Take that."

AUGHFLAIL.

"What the hell's gotten into you?"

"I was in a really, really bad mood and you made it better. Ergo, hugs. Deal with it."

Augh.

She wriggles out of the hug.

Augh.

"Couldn't you just tell me that?"

Augh.

"Well, I guess, but where would the fun be in that?"

Headsmack.

Sam is unperturbed!

He just beams at her.

Sweetly.

Woefully, "You're screwed up in the head sometimes, you know that?"

"Part of my charm."

"Yeah, you wish."

And now, it's time for Puppy Eyes By Sam Winchester.

Beat.

"Sam."

"Hm?"

Voice of Authority time.

"Stop that."

Tragic Puppy Eyes.

Of DOOM.

And Patheticness.

Sam is really pushing his luck.

Yeah, he really is.

He gets a headsmack again.

"I'm really starting to like doing that," she remarks cheerfully.

"Ow."

Sam sighs and kisses her cheek.

"I'm going to start doing that every time you hit me."

Glare.

He's taking all the fun out of it.

Beam.

He totally knows that.

"Brat."

Grumpy.

Sam is just going to keep beaming at her.

He totally wins.

Yeah, yeah.

That's what he thinks.

"Also? Turns out there really are vampires."

Distraction time!