You and Sam had just cleared up a case that had turned Dean into an old annoying man and nearly killed him. With his renewal of youth, he immediately gave you and Sam a cocky grin and set out for the nearest bar, leaving you and Sam alone. Which was nice of him for once, Sam supposed. You'd both turned out most of the lights except for a stray lamp and turned on an older TV show. Sam's fingers danced through your long hair, his chin resting on top of your head. He'd been thinking a lot about the case. The witch that had begged to grow old and die to join her daughter and family in the afterlife… but really he just thought about you. Would you and him make it to see each other's first gray hairs? Or wrinkles? He wanted to. He wanted everything with you and he'd known that since you had first met.

"I'm glad we still have so much time together."

Sam whispers, closing his eyes as he kisses your hair.

"I just hope it doesn't go by so fast, y'know?"

You nod, holding his hand that wasn't busy touching you.

"I know. But I think it's best not to think about it so much. Just enjoy every day."

Sam hums against your hair, sitting up with his warm arms wrapped around you to adjust you.

"You're so smart, baby."

He teases, grinning softly as he leans down to kiss you wherever he could.