Your moral state gradually fell into the abyss, leaving a mark in real life - your room turned into a dump with a characteristic smell, your body - into a piece of meat, apparently a little rancid, especially considering the reluctance to leave the room again, which is why you left maximum according to need, but even this became less and less frequent. The Sam Winchester naturally noticed this. It was hard not to. At first he simply tried to convince you with words while you were still able to pick up the phone or let him into the apartment, but this, logically, did not work. So he decided to take drastic measures.

And now you are sitting in the soapy water in the bathtub, tucking your knees to your chest, while the Sam soaped your hair, rubbing the shampoo in with massage movements, quietly saying under your breath how they will wash you, feed you, give you something to drink and watch a movie with you.

-Sooo... which one would you like? It's a comedy, right? - he said, gently stroking your wet hair back - And close your eyes, I’ll wash it off now