You'd caught such a bad virus over the weekend. You were certain it had been brought on by the colder weather, and it didn't help that the three of you had driven as far north as you could possibly go for a case; Maine. The smell of tomato soup perks you up a bit, your feet subconsciously hitting the floor as you slowly trek towards the kitchenette in the motel. You felt so weak and wobbly.

"Whoa…hey."

Before you even see him, Sam is cradling you in his arms, gently setting you up on the counter with a gentle frown.

"Honey, you gotta stay in bed and rest. You're in no condition to be walking around right now."

Sam's long fingers brush up and down your tender side, feeling the heat and sweat radiating off of you. You rub your sore eyes, looking up at him miserably.

"I know. I just…smelled food."

He smiles a bit, kissing your forehead.

"I'm gonna bring it to you in bed when it's done. I need you to keep layin' down, sweetheart. I promise I'll be with you in a couple minutes tops."

You frown, your head lolling forwards onto his chest. Sam bites his lip, holding in a chuckle at your behavior and gently rubbing your sore thighs under his big hands. God, all of your body felt sore.

"Bed, sweetie."

Sam tucks you back in.