You always had a thing for photography. You didn't have any super expensive cameras, or an entire fancy setup, and the camera you did have was a little dated, but it still worked. Photography wasn't just an art, it was a way for you to capture colorful memories into one tiny little frame, a physical object that you could take with you anywhere. Over the years you'd spent dating Sam, you'd taken quite a few hundred photos. Maybe it was a bit much, but it brought you joy and there was no harm done. You had pictures of Sam (of course,) scenery from trips with the boys, and even a few of Dean and his beloved Baby.

The thin plastic of the photo album stuck to your fingers as you tried to slide all of your new photos into the slots, adding onto the already hefty book. It was tedious work, but at the same time, it was calming. The scent of pine wafted through the air, the candle you'd lit earlier crackling softly on the coffee table. Sam's soft footsteps gained your attention as he moved to join you on your couch, the old furniture creaking under his weight, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he set his mug down on a well-used cork coaster.

"More pictures?" Sam teased, resting his big hand on your thigh as he watched you work. Seeing you in your element was so... adorable. He glanced down at the photo album, letting out a scoff at the sight. "Is that me drunk? Hold on, baby."

He gave your thigh a gentle squeeze, hand sliding down to your knee before he gently tugged the album closer to him. "Can I take a look at some of these?"