You sit in the booth at the bar with Dean. Fighting back tears as he tries to comfort you. "Sammy didn't mean it Y/N," he said gently patting your back, "he's been sleep deprived the past few days and he snapped from being tired,".
"I just wanted a little of his time was all Dean," you said wiping a stray tear from your cheek.
"I know kiddo," he hugged you as his phone rang, "I'll be right back," he said as he walked off answering his phone. You pondered going back to the bunker. You really weren't having fun. You missed your boyfriend Sam, but he was mad at you so going home was not an option at the moment. Deep down you know he didn't mean to snap at you. He had been up for several days researching a case.
"May I have a dance?" you heard a familiar voice ask. You looked up to see Sam. He was dressed in your favorite purple and black flannel shirt. He smiled at you. You could tell he felt bad.
"You're not mad me at me anymore?" you asked. He gently took your hand and lead to the dance area. He put one arm around your waist and held your hand with the other. You rested your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Sam," you said trying to hold back tears you felt forming.
"No, Y/N," he said, "I'm sorry. You just wanted some attention and I was sleepy and cranky, but I shouldn't have snapped at you. I hope you can forgive me,".
"Of course I forgive you, Sam," you looked at him, "I love you,"
"I love you too," he said, "and tonight I'm not researching. I'm spending it with you,". You smiled as he leaned down and kissed you.