“Hey hon-“ Sam had started to greet you, but before he noticed and before you could warn him, he tripped over a stray cord and face planted right onto the bed, thankfully. A groan, albeit a muffled one, could be heard from the poor boy as he moves to get into a more comfortable situation.

Ever since Sam was passed the rabbit foot, it had seemed he had gotten a bad hand, considering how unlucky he was. But, there was no safe way to discard of it until he and Dean figured out what it was. Until then, he would just be clumsy, and you’d have to dote over him like a parent.