"We're never going to make it in time!" You yelled, trying to keep up with Sam's fast pace.
"Yes we will, come on!" He replied and grasped your hand, pulling you along.
Sam had bought you tickets to go see your favorite band performing in California for the first time ever. It was located about 2 miles off of campus, right after class. Knowing traffic would suck, you and Sam decided to walk to the performance. Fresh out of class and rushing to get to the concert within 10 minutes, you realized how lucky Sam was to have such long legs.
You stumbled quite a bit, ruining the toe of your shoes. Sam was practically dragging you by now. How you wished you signed up for the cross country team.
"Sammy, I can't keep up!" You informed, ripping away from his grip and placing your hands on your knees to catch your breath.
You heard the Winchester mumble something before your looked to see him crouching down, his arms extended behind his back.
You looked at him puzzled for a minute before he spoke up.
"Get on (Name), we don't have all day."
You rolled you eyes but grabbed his shoulders and let his arms hook around your legs. He hoisted you up, not so subtly rubbing his thumb over your skin.
"Hang on!" Was your only warning before Sam was running full speed ahead. You couldn't contain the laugh that escaped your mouth.
"Did you have fun?" Sam asked as he carried you home.
"Mm." Came your sleepy response, making Sam grin.
He knew very well that you had a great time. You took lots of pictures, survived the mosh pit, ran through the grass with Sam, and even got an autograph from all the band members.
Although you knew you'd probably call in 'sick' so you could sleep in. You didn't regret spending this night with Sammy. He was kind enough to piggy back you home, you knew he'd sleep on the couch and have pancakes ready in the morning.
You sighed and laid your head against his back, smiling softly.
This was one of the best nights of your life, and sharing it with Sam made it 100X better.
You welcomed sleep with open arms.