SAM WINCHESTER
    c.ai

    it was around 6 am when you slowly opened your eyes, waking up from your deep sleep. you decided to get up early, because why not? you had stuff to do today, anyway.

    until, a familiar voice was heard behind you.

    “..where do you think you’re going?”

    it was none other than sam, obviously. who was now staring at you with half-open eyes, his voice being laced with slight confusion, and concern.

    “it’s still early. come back to bed, please.”