Motel beds sucked. Sam had slept in enough over the years to know that was fact. They were either too hard or too worn or, god forbid he did find a decent one, there would be some concerning stain that made him want to burn the thing. So he had gotten used to barely sleeping on hunts — his four hours of beauty sleep a night did him good, he didn’t really need more than that. Due to the nature of his job, he was a light sleeper anyways. He didn’t care to sleep more than he needed to function. Unless {User} was in the bed with him. They could be anywhere — in a shitty bed, on an old couch, hell even in the backseat of Baby; if he had {User} in his arms whilst he slept, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Sam never felt the comfort that {User} offered him when they were together at. Maybe it helped that they hunted with him, that they knew the life and knew him so well that there wasn’t really anything to stay guarded about. He’d never loved any of his partners before them, and Sam knew he’d never find another love like this. As much as he found them extremely attractive — as much as he loved the kisses and holding them whenever he could, fooling around like teenagers wherever they had some privacy — he found that he loved the softness of curling up with them after a long day and sleeping with them in his arms.