Interrupted

A/N: Welcome to Snapshots! These chapters won't be connected, so you can read them in any order you want :) Ladysunshine6 requested a drabble where Sam and Angie almost kiss but don't. If you have any requests, please PM me! Enjoy!

Sam sat on one of the motel beds, his head in his hands. How the hell was he going to get Dean out of his deal? He was wracking his brain, but he came up with jack squat, and let out a frustrated sigh. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the bathroom door creak open. He looked up to see Angela, dressed in a plain black tank top and gray sleep shorts. She was fresh out of the shower, still drying her hair with one of the towels provided by the motel. Sam couldn't help but stare at her…How did she manage to look so good while just drying her hair? Dean was right—he was in deep.

"Sam?" Angela's voice brought Sam back to reality.

Sam blinked a few times and straightened up. "U-uh, yeah?"

"I asked if you knew where Dean went," Angela replied.

"Right," Sam nodded, clearing his throat slightly. "Uh, he went to get food. Tacos, I think."

"Mmm," Angela hummed as she put the towel into a nearby hamper. She turned her head to look at Sam. "You doing okay, Sam?"

Sam's brows furrowed slightly. It was crazy how well she could read him. "Yeah, I'm—I'm fine," Sam assured.

Angela pursed her lips, unconvinced. "Okay," she nodded as she walked over to the bed and sat down next to Sam. "Because, you know, if you're not…you can always talk to me about it."

Sam smiled softly. He found it so amazing that Angela was so willing to listen—despite having known him for only a year or so. Hell, sometimes he felt like he could talk to her about things that he could never talk to Dean about.

"I know," Sam nodded.

Angela looked up at him, brows raised slightly. "So, let me ask again, are you okay, Sam?"

Sam paused for a moment and sighed deeply. "W-what if I can't save Dean?" he whispered. "What if I can't stop him from going to Hell?"

Angela gently took Sam's hand in hers. "Sam, you're not doing this alone," she replied. "Dean—he didn't have to sell his soul to save me, but he did. I promise that I'm gonna work day and night to try and find a way to get him out of his deal. Don't ever think that you have to shoulder this alone, Sam,"

Sam looked down at Angela, his eyes full of emotion. She had only known them for a fairly short period of time, but she was more than willing to put her life on the line to help save his brother.

"You're always going to have me, Sam," she assured softly.

Sam's eyes flitted down to look at her lips. God, he wanted to kiss her…It would be so easy to. He watched as her tongue swiped across her bottom lip, wetting it slightly. Both Sam and Angela leaned in a bit, just centimeters away from each other. However, the door opened suddenly, causing them to jump apart, their cheeks tinted pink. Dean stood in the doorway holding fast food bags.

"Alright, guys, the food's here," Dean said as he kicked the door shut with his foot. He looked between Sam and Angela. "Um…Am I…Interrupting something?"

Angela cleared her throat slightly and stood up. "No, u-uh, no," she stammered slightly. Angela walked over to Dean and grabbed the bags, taking them to the table.

When Angela's back was turned Sam gave his brother his classic 'bitchface'. Dean cringed slightly and mouthed 'sorry'.