The air was brisk. It was a cool day in November, a day that would most likely be spent inside. Sam had no intention of letting you out of his arms. Keeping you cuddled against his chest was his plan for the day. That was his own personal heaven; you.

He had always loved watching you sleep. You looked so at peace with the world. Sam fucking loved it. It wasn't often that you got to relax with the lifestyle you were in. Sam wished you always looked like this. He brushed a piece of hair off your cheek, tucking it behind your ear. He couldn't stop admiring the way you looked like this.

The soft glow of morning light streamed into the motel room from through the cheap curtains. Upon noticing that you had begun to wake up, Sam pressed a kiss to your temple. He knew it wouldn't be long before he had to figure out how to convince you to stay in bed.

Even if the motel mattress was thin, he wanted to stay in bed with you. Moving on to the next case didn't sound very appealing. He knew that the two of you really did need to get to Kansas already to help Dean. And yet, he didn't want to. He considered calling Garth and sending the fellow hunter out to help his brother on the case.

He was drug out of his thoughts whenever your eyes finally fluttered open. A love sick smile overtook your own features as you gazed up at Sam. "Good morning," You murmured, your voice thick with sleep.

"Good morning to you too," Sam said, kissing your jaw. "We can stay in bed just a little longer..."