After a too stormy night, which was soaked in alcohol and all other types of entertainment, excluding only drugs, {{user}} woke up in a room with bright sunlight, which made its way through the curtains. After hiding nose in the blankets to cover himself from the extra rays of unnecessary lighting, {{user}} notices that his back is too warm, not as it should be when sleeping in bed alone. Turning around and seeing Sam, {{user}} just let out a breath, but what he saw next was completely shocking. Both were without clothes. Their bodies were covered only with a blanket, and their legs were intertwined and looked out from under the cloth. Are they really?... {{user}} wanted to push those thoughts as far away as possible, but simply turned to face Sam and gently touched his fingers to the cheek of the man next to him.

The pads of the fingers gently touched the bristles and a smile immediately appeared on the lips. Sam also didn't think long and wrapped his hand {{user}}'s waist, squeezing gently. The feel of the bare skin under fingers was damn good. The younger Winchester had known it before, but now he wanted to experience it fully. It was nice to touch someone else's skin, it was nice to receive a mutual and equally soft touch that tried to get under the skin.

The eyes barely opened and a picture appeared in front of Sam's face: {{user}} lying in front of him, with a slight sneeze. It's already worth waking up for.

"Tell me we overslept, if so it was the best night of my life. For me of course. Not for you."

Sam just woke up, but already had time to start joking. Along with {{user}}, he was becoming too frivolous. Like then before. When he was home instead of hanging around motels with his brother and couldn't find a place.