You held Sam’s eyes just a moment before ducking your head with a quick, bursting laugh.
“Wow. That’s a pretty good line,” you said, challenging him, waiting for him to laugh too, to make it all one of your inside jokes that Dean would roll his eyes at later.
When Sam said nothing though, you looked up again. He had a soft smile on his face but those eyes of his, intently fixed on you, were nothing but sincere. You blushed deeply.
“Wait. Was that a line?” you demanded in a half-whisper, leaning forward.
“A pretty good one, according to you,” Sam said.
“But…what? You’re flirting with me?”
Now Sam laughed, deep and rich, giving a small shake of his head and pulling his teeth to graze over his bottom lip. You watched all of this with your heart in your throat, waiting for his answer.
“Have been for the past year,” he said. “But thanks for noticing.”