Sam was used to just picking up and leaving. Many times, him and Dean would just grab bags and go. No showers. Sometimes no breakfast. Just coffee on the grab.
Sam was about to head up to get his bag with a cup in his hand when Buffy came down to nearly run into him. His cup went up high to avoid from spilling on her and he stepped back as well. He stared at her a moment, not clicking to what she was saying till he looked at the cup.
"Um, yeah, sure." he handed it over to her, lucky for her, unlike Dean, he didn't drink it straight up. Cream and sugar in it. "I'm gonna go get my bag." He paused a moment, noting her hair was wet and yet she still looked good. Clearing his throat, he took the stairs two at a time and was in his room at no time, throwing things into it before bounding down the stairs.
Sam approached the kitchen, "Bobby? You got coffee in a ther ..." He stopped as he saw a thermos upon the table, Bobby setting a bag off food upon the table as well. "Don't waste time boy, go get."