Fred watched him for a moment. She did like how he moved, especially naked. With a wistful sigh, she moved in close, careful not to get any engine grease on his clean body. Just close enough to steal a kiss. Kiss stolen and hopefully with little mussing of the clean Sam, she was off to get soup.
She didn't tell him there were clean clothes for him in the drawers. She didn't tell him she'd gotten some bread to have with soup. She'd let him find out the first, and the second he'd learn when he came to the kitchen or the table.
The studio wasn't large, but it worked for them. She sometimes thought of getting a larger place. They did seem to collect many things.
"Sam, do you think it's wrong that I'm thinking of finding a new apartment while Dean is suffering?" She hadn't let him in on part of her thought process, that she expected Sam to move with her. "Maybe we could get something on the same floor?" There it was, the 'we'.
"Then y'all would be closer. Not that we're hours and hours away. Though, we don't really need two bedrooms. I don't exactly have family coming over to visit." she laughed softly; it was a little sad, but she wasn't going to let herself get down. She had to keep up her spirits.