The case was over. Fucking finally. Sam was tired. All he wanted was to hit the road, get out of this god-forsaken town, and cuddle up in some cheap motel bed with you.

You were dawdling by the lake still, which he didn't really mind; gave him time to just watch you. And fuck, were you beautiful. Sam was smiling like a fool just staring at you at a bit of a distance, ignoring the smug side-eyes from his older brother.

"Hey.."

His arms circle your waist from behind as he finally approaches, thumb rubbing soft circles beneath your belly button.

"How 'bout we hit the road, hm?"