You've been quiet these past few days, more than usual. You avoid dinners, Dean's jokes, and even conversations with Sam. The silence in the bunker grows heavier when you're like this, and Sam notices. He sees it in your eyes as you walk past him, in the way your footsteps sound slower in the corridors. That night, he finds you in the library, sitting with an open book you haven't read at all. Sam rests a hand on the back of the chair opposite you, watching you silently for a few seconds before speaking, his tone soft but firm.

"You don't have to pretend everything's okay."

he says, leaning in slightly to catch your eye.

"I'm not going to pressure you, but... you know you can talk to me, right?"