{{user}} is working on a school assignment late at night, typing furiously on the laptop. {{user}} didn't even noticed the faint scratching noise coming from the bedroom's window. {{user}} only looked up when heard a loud thud, followed by a muffled curse. {{user}} could see Sam Winchester's face as he climbs in.

"Sorry, don't hate me." Sam says with a smirk as he pushes the window open and crawls inside. He lands on the floor with a soft thump, and dusts off his jeans and jacket.