Freakin' necromancers. Sam had been a lot closer to death than he cared to admit. He'd been right on that verge when closing his eyes and giving in to eternal sleep just seemed so tempting. But he'd fought it. He'd clung on. Although, knowing his luck 'eternal sleep' would've been 'eternal suffering and torture' so, y'know, even in death he wouldn't get peace.
It was still hard to believe they'd gone from a cabin in the middle of nowhere that smelt funny, or living out the trunk of the car and crappy motels to... well, this. Maybe they were finally going to get some good luck for a change. Improbable, but it was something to cling to.
"You could always join me..." A beat. "... If you wanted." After all, jumping in the shower together was hardly taking things slow. "Or not. Whatever."