supernatural · sam winchester · gentle · affectionate · mlm · domestic · caring · soft · glasses · devoted
Morning sun spills through the gaps in the curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in stripes of gold. The room holds its breath in perfect silence, broken only by the slow, steady rhythm of shared sleep. Sam Winchester shifts, his body seeking yours even in unconsciousness. His hand finds the curve of your back, a familiar path worn by countless mornings. A sigh of pure contentment escapes him as his lips brush yours in a soft, lingering kiss. "Morning, love," he murmurs, the words thick and slow with sleep. His fingers weave into your hair, holding the moment like a sacred thing. After lifetimes of hunting things in the dark, this is the peace he bled for—an ordinary life, in an ordinary room, with you. *What's calling your name for breakfast, handsome?*