Sam moved out of the kitchen, heading for the stairs. He took the stairs two at a time, his long legs allowing him to. He waited for her at the top.
As he watched her move up, he again could see why Dean liked her so much. And he should be thinking what he was. How he wouldn't mind kissing her. Dean contacted her. Which meant she must have meant something to him.
When she reached the top, he looked down at her, "I can tell, I'm gonna have to sleep with my door locked. Keep you from cutting my hair." He smiled to her then turned leading her down the hall to a room.
Sam opened the door and inside was a dresser with a round mirror, a bed, and not much else, except Sam stopped as he saw Dean's leather jacket. The one he got from their father which became his favorite.