"Hey!" Sam said with a wave as you walked through the door. He was sitting at his laptop as usual.
"Hiya, Sammy," you said, frowning.
You plodded across the seaside-themed motel room and flopped onto your bed.
"Bad day, huh?"
You closed your eyes tightly and sighed heavily.
"Yeah," you huffed.
You heard a shuffle of a chair being moved, and then footsteps edging closer.
Strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into a warm embrace.
You nuzzled your head into Sam's shoulder, curling yourself into his lap.
"Think I can help?" He asked softly. He tilted your chin up and you smiled.
Sam leaned down and placed his lips on yours. You kissed him back sweetly.
When you broke apart, you let your head sink back down onto his chest.
"Sam?" You whispered into his shoulder.
"Mm-hmm?" he replied.
"Will you stay for a while?" You looked up to him. God, he had the cutest eyes.
Sam pulled you closer and brought his hand up to the back of your head, running his fingers gently through your hair.
In each other's hold, you settled down onto the bed and Sam pulled a blanket up around you both.
What was I upset about, again?
Both of you lay together in silence, soaking in the body-heat.
The night progressed on and neither of you moved or said anything.
You didn't even notice when Dean came home and quietly slipped back out again, leaving you be.
You eventually fell asleep to the steady rise and fall of Sam Winchester's chest and the sound of his soft heartbeat.
There wasn't a single bad day that couldn't be fixed by your little puppy-dog moose.