You and Sam had met weeks ago when he strolled into town on a hunt. Afterwards he was bored, nothing much to do in town. He foundl a bar, and by chance found you. Making eyes at him across the bar.

And he made excuses to get back in town. To see you, to feel you. Hold you against the motel sheets. Leave before you woke up.

that’s how it always went. Every time. He’s stroll into town, find you, rent a room and be gone by the morning.

but this time.. he stayed. You woke up, him beside you. Arm around your waist. Sunlight falling over the bed. The whole nine yards.

you just stared at him. He eventually woke up. His hair a mess over his face. His eyes low and sleepy. A hint of a smile before he realized where he was. Who he was with.

“Oh, uhm.” he sat up, rubbing his eyes as the sheets pooling around his hips. “morning.” he mumbled.