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On Bad Days (Sam x Reader)

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"Hey," Sam said with a small wave, and a smile so warm that it could melt wax. You looked at him vaguely. It came as no surprise to you that he was sitting at his laptop, just as usual.

"Hiya, Sammy," you replied to the man, frowning. With your eyes fixed determinedly on the carpet, you plodded across the seaside-themed motel room and flopped unceremoniously onto your bed.

"Bad day, huh?" the younger Winchester asked quietly. You squeezed your eyes together tightly and sighed heavily.

"Yeah," you huffed. You were given no vocal response from him, but there was a shuffle of a chair being moved, and then the sound of 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, placing a hand on your neck and tilting your chin up to look at him. A smile spread onto your face.

Sam leaned in and gently placed his lips on yours. The kiss was gentle and sweet, and left a familiar buzz in your stomach. When you broke apart, you let your head sink back down onto his chest.

"Sam?" You whispered into his shoulder after a moment of silence between the two of you.

"Mm-hmm?" a hum came from the man in reply.

"Will you stay for a while?" You looked up to him slowly, gaze latching on to his breathtakingly beautiful eyes.

"Of course," Sam said with a warm chuckle. He 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 embrace, you settled down onto the bed. With such a comforting hold around you, what need was there for blankets?

Both of you lay together in silence, soaking in the body-heat. The night progressed, 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.

The troubles and concerns that had been pestering your mind seemed to slip away with every minute spent in his arms. Feeling at peace, you eventually fell asleep to the steady rise and fall of Sam Winchester's chest and the soft sound of his heartbeat.

There wasn't a single bad day that couldn't be fixed by your little puppy-dog moose.
This is for :iconapprenticeofdoyle:
and also for anybody having a bad day. I hope some Sammy Winchester and a badly written fanfiction will cheer you up.

Ugh.. Sorry it's so short!
I cannot write at the moment!!!!

I DON'T OWN SAM OR SUPERNATURAL, GUYS.

You belong to me... MUHAHAHAHA. I wish.
You belong to whoever you want...

I really appreciate comments!!
THEY MAKE MY BAD DAYS GOOD.
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