Plot: You and Sam danced in the kitchen with pajamas while the rain is your music.
Your POV
I woke up with throat burning as I grumbled and slipped out of Sam's hold. I put my slippers in and walked lazily to the kitchen looking for a soothing glass of water.
The bunker was dark, perhaps too dark. The pouring rain and screaming thunder from outside echoes in the walls of our home and if I was a five year old now, I'd be so scared.
I reached the kitchen nonetheless. My senses were dull due to the comfort of my clothes and I didn't pay attention to the sound. I reached for a glass and opeend the fridge. I took the big water bottle and opened it then poured water on my glass. I took a seat on the chair and emptied my glass of water.
Ending with a sigh, I rubbed my eyes to wake up and realized, I can't get back to sleep. So I stood up but Sam entered the kitchen before I can even set my foot out of it. He grumbled and he grabbed the glass I drank on and filled it with water, like I did.
He sat down on the chair and I headed my way to him. His eyes dazed over me and he shyly covered his face with his fist and smiled throughout. I pinched his cheeks and he looked straight at me. Sam suddenly stood up and left.
I felt sad about it but he came back grinning with a speaker on one hand and his phone in the other. I narrowed my eyes but he set the speaker down and started tapping on his phone with clicks and dings.
Sam played (slow song), my favorite song.
I stood up while he stood up in front of me with his chest sunken in cutely, in that way, he gave me space. I grabbed his outstretched hand and he pulled me in. He slipped his callused hand to my other and started swaying to the song.
A big thunder threw the speaker off and Sam frowned. He let go off me and the warm vibe he gave slipped as he stopped the speaker and shut off his phone. The loud drizzle of rain was the only music with no specific melody or tune. But it was perfect.
Sam returned hmself to our position and we smiled at each other while we danced with the rain singing for us. Pajamas were our gown and tux and 1am in the morning was our time.
— long time no see 😉
— reason; writer's block and I'm trying to get my stuff together since I collapsed like, 5 months ago? Yeah I know, it sucks but I'm starting to do well again. Especially since SPN is like back on track with me.
— thank you for reading this I hope you didn't regret 5 or 10 minutes of your life.
