Supernatural One-Shots

Breakfast

I wake up with a jolt, shivering at the nightmare I've just emerged from. I sit up and rub my face. I drag myself out of bed and over to my dresser. Feeling kinda lazy, I pull out a light brown tank top and some old blue jeans.

After changing out of my pajamas I walk into the bathroom and flip the light switch, the bright light making me flinch. I wash my face with water and dry it before taking a good look at my hair. It's long enough that it doesn't get too ratty in the mornings. I brush it out and look again. It's mostly straight, with a slight natural wave. I shrug and leave it be.

I walk back into my room and pull out a brown flannel shirt and slip it over my tank top, leaving it unbuttoned. I roll the sleeves midway up my arms.

I walk into the kitchen, cringing as my bare feet hit the cold tile. Just as I'm trying to decide what to eat for breakfast, there's a knock at the door. I jog to the door and open it a crack. Sam's standing there with a bag of food. I open the door a bit wider and he smiles at me.

"Hey, wanna have breakfast with me?" he asks, holding up the bag.

I smile, "Sure," and let him in.

He heads to the kitchen as I close the door. He's pulling breakfast burritos out of the bag when I reach the kitchen. We sit down, opposite each other, and begin eating in silence.

"You look pretty," he says between bites.

I look up at him and playfully narrow my eyes.

"You're just saying that because I'm wearing flannel," I say with a smirk.

He shrugs.

"What can I say? I like flannel," he says.

But I can tell he really meant the compliment.

"Thank you," I say quietly after a moment.

"No, thank you," he smiles, almost shyly.

He leans over and pecks me on the cheek. I can feel the instant heat of my blush. We finish out breakfast in comfortable silence.