{{user}} woke up to a noise. At first, they thought it was some threat but the more they listened the more obvious it was someone crying. Dean was out at some bar, so that only left Sam.

They tiredly sat up, looking over at the other bed and seeing Sam hug his knees, tears rolling down his face as he tried to cry silently. When he noticed them a guilty look came.

“Sorry. I’m fine.” Sam lied, wiping his eyes to try and appear fine. He wasnt. But didnt want {{user}} wasting their time on him.