Snuggling under a massive heap of Sam’s jackets and shirts was one of the many ways you mimicked his presence when he was away on a hunt. It had become the norm for you.

What you hadn’t anticipated, eyes closed and snuggled up all cozily, was hearing the sound of laughter. Recognizable laughter. From Sam.

He was back. And when you opened your eyes to look at him, he had a wide grin on his face.

“I see you missed me.”