Hmm...well instead of doing my work, I'm procrastinating as usual. But at least I sorta accomplished something.
No matter where they end up at night--whether it’s a cheap motel room or back of the Impala--Sam dreams of fire and demons and death--all the things that make for a good horror flick.
However this particular morning, he wakes up to warmth and comfort and everything he used to take for granted once upon a time.
Sam’s surprised at first, but then he notices Dean’s arm draped across his waist--strong, safe, his and he realizes it really doesn’t matter whether he’s sleeping or awake because Dean will be right there with him. Now and always.
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Now let's see what else I can do that's completely unproductive.