Dog Days Are Over
((A/N: So it kinda reminds me of Florence and the Machine (I apparently love them) and the Dog Days Are Over song. THAT SAID, based off a prompt by Anon that I loved doing because it’s a Sam fic! Aw, Sam is so sweet. Guys, I’m kinda falling for Sam. But a Dean girl to the end I SWEAR IT. And tagging @aprofoundbondwithdean BECAUSE FLUFF
Prompt: Request where Sam and reader go on a run, and he takes her to a trail behind the bunker where he’s set up a nice romantic picnic-y getaway? Fluffy Sam feels!
Word Count: 1200
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Warnings: FLUFF. FLUFFINESS. ))
Going for a run with Sam Winchester was always a challenge. While you were fairly confident in your ability to outrun most folks, Sam had the advantage of longer legs. Significantly longer legs. The man was a giant and you always teased him for it. Truthfully you adored it. It was nice to have a man you looked up to. You always felt safe with him. Nor was he rough around the edges the way his brother was. Sam had taken you in without question telling you he felt at home with you; the feeling was mutual.