Sam Winchester asked you out on the second day of your Criminology seminar, and you had been entirely inseparable from each other since then. Your friends would gush over how sickeningly adorable you two were. His friends would complain about how he wouldn't shut up about you, always talking about you at any chance he got. You knew this was what love probably felt like. It was giddy.

You and Sam had been studying together when he suddenly left. After ten minutes he still hadn't returned, so you assumed he was sick of studying and had found something else to do. You were curled up on your bed, textbook in your lap, when he returned. Sam's massive frame filled out the doorway for a moment before he continued through and slid into bed.

"Hi, baby," You greeted him softly and he responded with a noncommittal grunt.

Those big, warm, hands of his slid up and under your top, feeling your skin as he rest his head on your stomach. Human pillow.

You bopped him on the head lightly with the textbook. "Hey, goof. You do remember your exam tomorrow? Our exam tomorrow..?"

"You're gonna do great," He hummed, giving you a boyish grin from under that mop of dark chocolate hair. You smiled dreamily right back. How could you not? Seeing that boy in your bed?

You shook off your giddiness that came whenever you saw him, and tried to look stern. "I might pass, but Sammy—"

He interrupted you by sliding up your body to kiss you, that big hand coming back ou from under your shirt to cup your face. God, he was just a huge guy, and now he was draped over you like a needy puppy dog. "I don't wanna study, baby," he mumbled softly, looking so endearing you couldn't help but laugh.

"Why am I more worried about your degree than you are?"

"Because you're the best," he hummed in response. Big hazel puppy eyes looked at you and you knew you were a goner. "But let me be the best for once, and convince you to put that book down? We can put on a movie. I promise I'll hold on t'you. C'mon. It'll do you good.

You couldn't say no.