Morning Fluff

I don't own Supernatural or Sam Winchester. I just like to have a little fun with him.

Sam woke up when he felt her pounce on the bed. It was early. Morning sunlight was just beginning to filter in through the shades. He knew she'd been out all night and was just returning from roaming and hunting. He felt her tiny feet as she padded across the bed.

She hesitated watching him and then satisfied that he was aware of her; she sniffed intently along his back and then tentatively stepped up on him. "Ummm." He let out a sleepy pleasurable sound. She curled into a ball on the small of his back. He liked the feel of the gentle pressure of her light weight. The heat of her body began to warm his back bringing soothing comfort to the bunched up muscles beneath her. How did she know exactly where her heat would feel the best? The vibrations of her gentle purring spread through his lower back along with the heat helping to relax the muscles.

It was like having his own personal spa. Sam glanced back at her, a small solid black fur ball. She opened her eyes, just a little peek of the emerald greens and smiled. Who knew Sam would be a cat kind of guy. Certainly not Sam, but this little girl had claimed the biggest man in the apartment complex and won his heart.

"Ok." He sighed. "Let's get some breakfast." She rolled over and stretched losing her balance and falling off to his side where she nuzzled against him. He couldn't help but smile.

Fin

Just a little lite musing… from a cat lover and a Sam lover.