Amy looked up as she heard Sam saying something in the bathroom.
"What?" She called to him before he finally came back into their bedroom.
Standing next to the bed, Sam repeated himself. "I found a grey hair." He sat down, putting a hand on her leg that was under the covers. The other pointing out what he was talking about for emphasis.
"I hate to tell you but you've had that a while." She sat up and looked at him so seriously. "And it's not the only one."
"You didn't mention it?"
"Should I?"
Sam wasn't sure what the answer he was looking for there was. But he was thankful he didn't have to give one because she continued.
"It's not as if I care what color your hair is."
"But why didn't you say? "
"I just said, it's not important. I tell you the important things. That I love you and I'm..." She started to sit up.
Sam leaned in and kissed Amy. Cutting her off. "I gotta go meet Dean. He's got a case for us." Sam knew that if they were talking then it would mean he'd want to stay longer. Dean wouldn't be happy about that when there was work to be done.
He made it to the bedroom door before looking back at Amy. Sam would have liked to be still cuddled up with her under the blankets. "I'll call you later. Promise."
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Sam & Amy
"What?" She called to him before he finally came back into their bedroom.
Standing next to the bed, Sam repeated himself. "I found a grey hair." He sat down, putting a hand on her leg that was under the covers. The other pointing out what he was talking about for emphasis.
"I hate to tell you but you've had that a while." She sat up and looked at him so seriously. "And it's not the only one."
"You didn't mention it?"
"Should I?"
Sam wasn't sure what the answer he was looking for there was. But he was thankful he didn't have to give one because she continued.
"It's not as if I care what color your hair is."
"But why didn't you say? "
"I just said, it's not important. I tell you the important things. That I love you and I'm..." She started to sit up.
Sam leaned in and kissed Amy. Cutting her off. "I gotta go meet Dean. He's got a case for us." Sam knew that if they were talking then it would mean he'd want to stay longer. Dean wouldn't be happy about that when there was work to be done.
He made it to the bedroom door before looking back at Amy. Sam would have liked to be still cuddled up with her under the blankets. "I'll call you later. Promise."
"You better had."
"I love you."