You couldn't believe it. After a year Sam was on your doorstep, looking mostly unscathed despite being in Hell with Lucifer for ages. He felt the same. His kisses tasted the same. His touch made you shiver the same. You barely made it ten minutes before you both wound up in your bed, stripped and panting.

"You don't know how much I need you."

Sam whispers, his head buried against your neck and leaving rushed, sloppy kisses against your warm skin.

"I thought about you every second. Every moment.."

He bites your skin, his tongue soothing it immediately afterwards.

"Just let me show you, honey.."