Sam had been unsure if he would ever know peace again. Life on the road hunting with his brother was his life. Hunting monsters and never staying in one place was his life. The family motto went against everything he was doing now. He was not saving people and he sure as hell was not hunting monsters.

He was taking a break.

He'd met a girl and the rest was history. Now, he knew peace. Now he knew what it was like to wake up to someone he cared about sleeping beside him. He kept telling himself that he would go back on the road soon. And then you'd whisper sweet nothings in his ear, making him forget every thought of leaving you.

Coming home late, he was greeted by the scent of something delicious sizzling on the stove. He'd never met a girl that could cook like you. Every night you whipped up some new incredible recipe he regrets having never tried before. He adored your culture and every other thing about you.

His arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. "What are you making?" He asked, his warm breath fanning out on your neck. He'd gotten used to this.