Sam: whenever your sad or anything like that Sam, always reads to you, sits you down on the couch between his legs, your head resting on his chest so you can feel his breathing. And he reads to you, he reads anything, from lore, poetry, novels or even just makes up a story as he goes. But it never ceases to make you smile.
You sighed heavily, letting your head lull backwards, and closing your eyes tightly trying to stop the tears of frustration. Your best friend Castiel was dead, and you just didn't know if you could get him back. You were taking it really hard, it was horrible. You felt your bed dip, and you knew who it was immediately because he pulled you into his arms holding you there "sit there I'll be right back." He said getting up again and you knew what he was doing, he was going to get a book so you sat back and waited for him.
He came back into the room and sat behind you pulling you close, letting your head rest on his chest. Opening the book to a random page, he started to read softly, kissing your head every once in a while. This went on for a few hours before he noticed your breathing slow down and the he looked down at you and saw the smile on your sleepy face, you looked up at him before pressing a sleepy kiss to his lips and snuggled into his neck. "Thank you Sammy. I love you." You whispered before falling asleep. "I love you too"
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