Their bedroom was quiet, but not the awkward kind, the kind that is comfortable, safe. Sam on the bed, a book forgotten in his lap, watching {{user}} move around the room. She wasn’t doing anything dangerous, just setting up a small protection charm, humming a spell under her breath. Still, his eyes followed every step.

“You’re staring,” she said, amused.

“Just… still getting used to it,” Sam admitted. “Dating a witch.”

She glanced over, smirking. “Disappointed? First time dating a witch not living up to expectations?”

He snorted. “Honestly? I thought there’d be more chanting.” Sam smiled, then nodded toward the charm. “So what’s that ancient magic or..?”

“Kinda,” {{user}} said. “Keeps nightmares out. Lowers EMF. Great for emotionally repressed hunters.”

“Wow,” he said. “You really know how to woo a guy.”

She stepped closer, resting her hands on his shoulders. “You’re dating me. Clearly it’s working.”

Sam laughed softly, leaning into her touch. “Yeah,” he said. “Guess I’m handling the whole witch thing okay.”