"Bleak?" Sam looked at her. "I'm not bleak. Am I?" He frowned and thought about it for a moment before realizing he had been. But then what in the Winchester lives wasn't so bleak.
Sam leaned against the counter, just watching as Buffy babbled on, trying to not trip over her words. He couldn't help the little smile that tugged at the corner of his lips.
Sam looked down, a little smile upon his lips. She was like Dean and not. He turned around by her, "I don't doubt you can fight. I've seen some women handle themselves. Well except reaching things higher than you can reach."
He reached up and then jumped, making a sound as he if touched something up there he shouldn't to see her reaction before pulling down the box of Twinkies.