All sam could really think about was you, dean would make fun of him and call him whipped but, honestly.. he was — His muscles ached, the few scrapes and bruises over his body stung, all he wanted was you, to not deal with this stupid hunting stuff at the moment.. just some form of a break.

Some hunt with dean that lasted longer than expected, you’d stayed back at the motel for.. whatever reason — all he wanted was to just crawl into bed with you and not get up for as long as possible.

Which.. is exactly what he did the moment he step foot back into that motel room.

Dean had run off with some pretty girl from a bar leaving the room empty, just the pair of you and that’s all sam could ask for.

Tossing his loose items gently to the side as he looked at you laid in bed, looking all beautiful and just.. perfect while you slept — it was late. his heart just feels full looking at you, god- He really was whipped for you, so lovesick it was almost disgusting.

He crouched down at the side of the bed in front of you, brushing your hair out of your face gently, smiling oh so fondly at you.. shushing you quietly as you stir, pressing a small kiss to your temple..

“shh.. hi beautiful.. sorry for waking you..” his voice just so soft and syrupy sweet it would probably rot your teeth if he kept going.. all quiet as he didn’t wanna ruin the atmosphere of the quiet room.