SAM WINCHESTER
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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.”