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Lazy Morning Discussions

pairings/characters: (established) sam x gn!you

summary: a lazy morning discussion of the future is sometimes painfully unrealistic, but it's still fun to imagine, right?

warnings: suggestive activities, yearning for a better future, kinda sad but a lot more fluffy :D

word count: 1,386

A/N: this was a request!! thank you so much for reaching out and i hope this is what you were looking for!! <3

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It was a lazy Tuesday morning at the bunker. There hadn’t been a case to be worked in almost a week and you and Sam were starting to feel the effects of not working. You were definitely taking advantage of that though. Yesterday, you both made homemade pizzas for dinner and made him sit through the Twilight saga that Dean made fun of you for. You stayed up late which led to now being tangled in blankets at almost 11 am. You had never seen Sam stay in bed past 8, sometimes 9 when he was sick, but the two of you just got to talking and made no effort to get up.

After hours of talking, a few rounds of particularly exhausting activities, and talk of coffee, you both remained buried under the comforter and tangled in each other's hold.

“I would prefer a city to be within walking distance of anything we might need, suburbs are too spread out,” you reason, looking up at the ceiling, your clasped hands lifted and toying with his fingers. “I suppose if it was a smaller neighborhood close to a town or main street than that would be suitable.”

“I just would hate an apartment, too cramped,” he frowns.

“Of course you would say that, there’s barely even enough room for me in this bed with you,” you joke, shaking your head. He looks over to you with a shocked expression and sits up to grab your waist and pull you on top of him.

“Personal space has never been a complaint of yours before,” he teases, resting his hands on your hips and toying with the hem of your underwear.

“I think you could manage an apartment if we had a yard or patio of somesort,” you crossed your arms and exaggerated a thoughtful expression on your face, ignoring his comment.

“That would be better,” his hands run down your thighs and back up, blossoming goosebumps across your skin. His eyes trail your body in a slow and adoring manner, leading right back up to your eyes and he settles his head in the pillow as he watches you.

“A townhouse would be nice,” you envision, “maybe we would get to know our neighbors and have cook outs!” You beam at the thought, looking down at him and he just watches you above him, admiring the way your messy hair frames your face like a halo.

“Yeah, sure, but what if we got one of those really difficult neighbors who enforce HOA rules like trash cans being out too long or property lines?” He offers and you roll your eyes.

“Okay, I’m telling you now, if we bought a home, I refuse to listen to someone trying to tell me how to take care of it,” you scoff, your hands braced on his chest with a finger tracing his tattoo.

“Yep, our neighbors would hate us,” he decides with a compliant shrug and you smack his chest lightly with a dropped jaw.

“Hey! You don’t know that!” You shake your head, really picturing the perfect home to share between you two.

“Well, we would definitely need room for a dog,” Sam decides, running his nails up the side of your torso, making you hum in idle pleasure. Your eyes snap open once you realize what he’s doing.

“If you want a dog so bad then I at least get two cats,” you demand. You couldn’t believe his distraction almost got you to agree to owning a dog.

“But that’s three animals- we’ll definitely need more than an apartment,” he hooks his hands around your torso and pulls you down so that you’re flush against his chest and your elbows are braced on the pillow beneath him. “Especially if we ever-.” He stops himself, his expression draining at what he almost said. You feel it too, the ache shared between you two. You sigh and rest your cheek against his chest, tucking your arms under his back.

It was a sore subject- kids. You’ve always envisioned a future with children but took it as a mindless fantasy and nothing more. That was until you met Sam and now all you could think of was the possibility of creating a human that’s half you and half him. It hurt to think about.

It was fun to plan for a fancy home you realistically could never afford or think of what town or city you two would choose if you could. That stuff was just that- stuff. It was all a materialistic day dream that could change from day to day, but children lead to the full stop of imagination. It reminded you both of how truly unrealistic your dreams were.

Sam ran his fingers through your hair, feeling guilty at his slip up. He hated reminding you of what could never be.

“Seattle would be nice,” he spoke, pulling up a blanket once he felt how cold your exposed back was. “Bright, colorful, all four seasons, colder,” he listed, trying to cheer you up with a new city to focus on. You stayed silent though, thinking of how empty a home would feel at this point if you couldn’t create life in it.

“It’s by the water too, beaches. We can bake under the sun and cool off in the water,” he sets it up, all for you, but you can only think of building sandcastles with a child you’re not destined to raise. Sam’s hands continue to roam over your body, trying anything he can to comfort you.

But it’s quiet again and you try to focus on the steady beat of his heart and the warmth radiating from his skin. He lets you for a while, not speaking again and allowing you to be with your own thoughts right now. His hands don’t cease, though.

An undetermined amount of time passes and he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head before gently flipping you over and onto your back so that he’s now the one hovered over you. He doesn’t even have to be directly over top of you to cage you like he does.

You reach up to tuck his hair out of his face and he gazes down at you, a somber smile blessing his lips. He still doesn’t speak but he can tell you’re about to.

“Dean would kill us if we moved to Seattle,” you argue with a gentle shrug. His smile brightens and he drops his head with a laugh.

“Yeah, okay, you’ve got me there,” he reaches a hand to caress your cheek, leaning close to kiss your forehead and lingering for a bit longer than he usually would. When he pulls away, he smooths your hair and settles his hand under your ear.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips and his eyes roam your face, taking in just how beautiful you are to him.

“At what point do you think we need to get out of bed and get ready for the day?” You ask, snaking your arms around his neck to keep him close.

“Today? Never,” he shakes his head, dipping down to peck your lips.

“We have to eat at some point,” you argue, feeling a rumble of hunger in your stomach.

“Debatable,” he murmurs, kissing you again, this time a bit sloppier.

“Sam,” you giggle, turning away but his hand pulls you back into place and he kisses you again, biting your lip teasingly and earning a breathy whimper from you.

“Right, right, you want to get up, you said?” He pulls away, acting dumb but your arms drag him back to you and you pull up with the help of his palm under your skull to lift you into a packed kiss. He chuckles into your lips and keeps you pressed into him.

“I don’t recall,” you whisper, latching your lips onto his in a soft embrace where you can ignore your fears, worries, dreams, and lack thereof. Despite all you wish you could have with Sam, you have to remind yourself just how lucky you are to have him in your life in the first place. After a life of constant fighting, heartache, loss and disappointment, knowing that Sam is still the man you call yours is more than enough.

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