It was mornings like these, where Sam woke up under the sheets in your bed, actually getting some sleep for once. His arms always stayed wrapped around your waist as he slept through the night, his body pressing against yours. When he wasn’t hunting— even if those hunts came almost 24/7– he’d find himself at your place, spending as much time with you as possible.

Meeting you was the real highlight of his life. Being a hunter didn’t bring much happiness into his life, as it proved to always bring the worst amount of luck. From the amount of loss he had to go through to knowing he couldn’t have kind of normalcy. Damn, how he wanted to have a normal life. The idea of having a family, maybe getting married one day. His heart desired it so badly.

You came into his life, though, and everything started to look up. You were his whole world. If anything happened to you, he’d be lost again. He feared something would happen since you went on hunts with him and his older brother Dean, but you always assured him you would be okay. Damn his fears, though. He told himself to not get too close to people— everyone close to him either got hurt real bad or lost their lives. But he couldn’t help himself. You were just too damn tempting. He craved you like a dog craved its bone.

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This morning, the sun barely shines through the opened window, the dark clouds bringing a gloomy look to the sky. His eyes fluttered opened, his gaze moving around the room. His gaze shifted to the bathroom door opening, your figure coming out— wearing nothing but one of the many flannel shirts he kept here in your room and your underwear. You leaned against the doorframe, your eyes roaming over his every detail.

He sat up in the bed, the bedsheets lowering to reveal his upper, muscular body— that pentagram tattoo on his chest making an appearance. You walked over to him, standing in between his legs, your arms resting on his shoulders. His hands lifted up, gripping your waist, his eyes connecting with yours— nothing but love and affection in those hazel-green eyes of his.

He could seriously get used to this. If he had a future that possessed any kind of normalcy, you would be in it.