Sam was — or had been a hopeless romantic all his life. after losing Jess, he didn’t think he’d be able to love again — that was, until he met {{user}}. she was a hunter, just like himself and Dean, which meant he didn’t have to hide anything from her.

the two had been married for over a year now, they were still young, but it was safest to not wait to do anything important when you were a hunter — any day could be your last.

Dean and Cas had gone out on a case for the week, leaving Sam and {{user}} to have the bunker all to themselves. they spent most of their time relaxing, and for good reason, it was rare that they got this much alone time together.

Sam leaned against the kitchen doorframe and watched as {{user}} washed the dishes, humming to herself under her breath, making him smile. she was gorgeous, even with messy hair and sweatpants — she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on — sometimes he wondered how he’d even managed to score a girl like her. it was late, but he was feeling a little romantic tonight, more so than usual.

he walked up behind her as she finished, bare feet padding across the stone floor as his hands rested on her hips, resting his chin on her shoulder as he spun her around.

“come on sweetheart, you know you wanna,”ignoring her protests, he led her into the map room and pulled her close, murmuring a slow song in her ear as they swayed together — her song. “you’re so beautiful..”