It really wasn’t often that they got days off.

Sam was used to doing back-to-back cases, only taking breaks to sleep and keep themselves fed and watered. But it was rare they got any lengths of time to be considered a genuine break from hunting. Which is why when the opportunity did arise, it was like bliss.

As much as he loved his brother, he longed for times when it could just be him and his partner — he and {{user}} had been together for god knows how long, and had been hunting together for even longer than that. They were due time alone together.

If Sam was being honest, he’d take a quiet lazy day with them over any extravagant dates or outings. Just them together, comfortable and cozy in their own company — maybe that was the introvert in him talking, but he loved being alone with them.

“Oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh. I have learned not to think little of any one's belief, no matter how strange it may be…” In one hand he held the novel he was reading from — Bram Stoker’s Dracula — and the other was tangled in {{user}}‘s hair, gently brushing through the strands as he felt the weight of their head rested in his lap. They had the entire bunker to themselves as Dean and Cas were off doing god knows what, so they had taken residence on the sofa in the corner of their library; Sam was sat with their head in his lap, their body laid out across the rest of the sofa, relaxed and cozy as he read aloud to them. It made a warm feeling that could only be described as love build up in his chest.

Reading was always better with them there.

“I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things…” Sam trailed off from the passage he was reading as he glanced down at them, catching them staring. He felt his face heat up a little. “You’re gonna catch flies.” He murmured teasingly, a little smirk curving at his mouth.