The Journal of Sam Winchester

The picnic had been fun for Sam, especially the part where he'd gotten to meet his new little sibling. While he still had some doubts about agreeing to let Priestly mess with his hair (and put makeup on him, oh God), Sam was more concerned about the impending move into the cabins, and having to live with Chuck. It was possible some people would make cabin living fun, but having to be away from Peter wasn't high on Sam's list of fun things, so he'd asked him to come over so they could spend one more dorm evening together.

If nothing else, he had someone very important to tell him about.

[Wow, I haven't done an actual linkdrop in a while. For the boyfriend!]

Sam woke up with a start, and muttered to himself under his breath when he discovered he'd fallen asleep fully clothed, with a book draped over his chest. Clearly, he'd needed sleep more than he thought he had.

( Not that yesterday had been all that exhausting... )

Glancing at his watch, Sam realized that it was too late to bother trying to go back to sleep, so he bookmarked his current page and set the book aside, making sure the curtain in his alcove was closed before he changed clothes.

Or at least, before he tried to change clothes. Because while he didn't have a problem with his shirt? His pants wouldn't budge. At all. Not even the tiniest bit. He tried pulling and pushing and yanking in very improper ways that made him glad he had some semblance of privacy here, but his jeans simply refused to come off.

This was definitely not a good sign for the start of the day.