"Saaaaaaaaamm," you said impatiently. "Yes, (y/n)," he replied. "I'm so bored," you stated. You and Sam had been sitting in the shitty motel waiting for Dean for what seemed like forever. "You're always bored. When Dean gets back we'll walk in the park or something." You sighed and got up. Getting Sam to do something when he is reading is nearly impossible. You flopped down on the squeaky bed and fell asleep.
The next morning you woke up to a loud crash in the kitchen. You quickly grabbed your gun. You silently crept over to the source of the sound , but quickly lowered your gun when you saw what happened. Sam was attempting cook breakfast, but slipped and fell. You began to laugh uncontrollably. Sam started to laugh too. "Here let me help you up, you clumsy ass moose," you managed to say between laughs. He kept laughing and extended his hand out to you. Instead of him trying to get up, he pulled you down on top of him. Your face turned a dark shade of red. "Still bored?" He chuckled. You leaned down until your lips met. Sam's hands traveled down to your waist. You were interrupted by a loud "FINALLY!"
Dean had shouted. "It only took you guys for fucking ever!" He had always shipped you and Sam. Dean helped you and Sam off of the slippery floor. "So about that walk in the park."
