The eyes attached to your head refused control, causing you to rub them in an attempt to convince them to cooperate. Light blinded you slightly, that light flooded through the small window above the bed into the room. Shifting closer to the side, you reach around for clothes and find Sams shirt. Uncarring as to what is thrown on, the shirt is thrown over your shoulders and only buttoned just enough to hide your torso to frame your small body like a child in her fathers shirt. Gripping tightly to the fabric, you throw yourself towards the door and exit slowly but steadily into the main hall, watching for any other people.

"Hey there gorgeous." You jump at the sudden noise, then laugh at the familiar voice.

"Your lucky your shirts are so big." Turning to face him, a smile spread across your face as he walked over to you.

It took a moment for your brain to process the fact he was shirtless, and that you were wearing his shirt. He gently reached for your collar and rubbed the material soothingly.

He smirked and wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you close "This material feels familiar." He joked, pecking you on the lips.

You grin joyfully back at him "It's girlfriend material."

His head is thrown back in laughter "That sounds like something Dean would say."

"He did say that at one point actually, and to me even. Though his way was a bit more elongated."

Sam playfully frowned "Dean? Hitting on my girlfriend? That's unacceptable."

His other arm is draped around your waist, while both of your arms are around his neck. You bagan rocking back and forth, almost looking like you were dancing. Sam took advantage of the situation and began actually dancing, you keeping along and humming a slow music box tune.

You two were calm, walking around aimlessly and talking about everything. Every issue or consern you had was shot down by Sam's comforting words. Voicing your opinion on the choice if the prophet, some of the crazy memories of hunts, any and everything was discussed, you even found out his favorite breed of dog.

Eventually after pacing in circles you figured fresh clothes and perhaps a shower would be best, but that shower could wait until after you finished your conversation. Refusing to return his shirt, you put it on over an old grey shirt and denim shorts.

In an effort of revenge, he took one of your extra large shirts you use for relaxing, and puts it on. The graphics of the design on the black shirt caused you to laugh. Giving you a confused took, he glanced down at the shirt to see a small red dragon crawling around a human skull. Blood dripped from the dragon and was splattered across the skull. Rolling his eyes, he lifts his head only to be confronted by more giggling.

"You have some of the most random-ass stuff." Sighing, he started to slip the shirt off.

You grab the shirt and pull it back down, stopping him "Don't, it looks strangely good on you."

His hand wrapped around your waist as he tugged at your side "What to do now with all of this time." Eyes of dark hazel-brown looked onto yours.

"Daytime tv?" Hand in hand, you lead him towards the door.

"Daytime tv sucks." He frowns

"Thats why we don't pay attention." The smile on your face becomes contagous and transfers over to him.

The couch, nearly 2 feet away, feels more like miles as you lead him over. His warm body stretched across the seat, stuffed against the back of the chair to make room for you. Your about to lay with him when a cold voice called from behind you, sending cold chills down your spine.

"Hello darling."

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Basicly when no body is around they just kinda hang out... ugh my mom got me into greys anatomy on netflix and holy crap so much drama...