"Of course," she replied, savoring those rare moments when Sam actually smiled. Picture worthy sometimes.
Elisabeth snorted. "I apparently need to meet this Dean, for reasons beyond he is your brother. That's the second you've mentioned him when we've been discussing something of a potentially sexual manner. Maybe he'll make me feel less like a git for flirting so much, yeah?"
She held the shot glass away and rested her chin on his shoulder, her sigh softly brushing his neck. "No, no, it's just...my nature. So long as you dance with me once, I will be content and can try to not flirt too much." She pulled away to bring the glass back around to her, giving him a wink and downing the fruity liquid in one fluid swig. Because it was more fun, she slammed the empty shot glass down and whooped, eying Sam for his reaction to her choice in poison.