Sam has been out on a hunt for a few days now. For you it feels like a whole month, but is only been about a week. He finally comes home, missing you more than he can stand it. He walks around the small apartment looking for you and finds you in the kitchen.

You’re quietly drinking your tea, is late and you probably should be sleeping. He watches you for a minute before he walks closer and hugs you from behind, kissing your head gently.

“I missed you…”

He squeezes you tightly but gently.