You Laid there under the soft covers content even more in the arms wrapped around you. You opened your eyes to admire the sleeping face of Sam Winchester.
He looked so peaceful. His hair messily framing his face. A hint of a small smile on his face. His steady, soft breathing makes you feel calm.
You gently brush the hair from his face as the faint smell of old books and soap hit your nose. You smiled as the scent danced in your nose. You felt so at peace and safe in the younger brother's arms. You felt at home.