He laughed. It wasn't loud or anything like that either. It was just a small laugh, one that he was able to do with his face barely separated from her own. "I think the feeling is mutual," he told her with a smile, "almost as much and all." He was kidding, of course. There really wasn't anything enjoyable about hunting period. But he had to admit that it wasn't so horrible when he had Heather to watch is back. Wasn't the same as it was with Dean, but it wasn't the worst thing either. Except for the constant worry that something would get her the second he turned his back. That wasn't so fun.
He wasn't kissing her anymore. He was just there, forehead pressed against her own while his eyes took her in directly. Man. She was pretty and sweet and forceful and stubborn as hell and so many other things that Sam couldn't even begin to list. How in the hell did he even manage to get someone like that to fall for him anyway?