He groans slightly as he walked to the door of your apartment. He didn't care about the pain he was in, or the way his clothes were disheveled & the blood on his cheeks, he just needed you.

The two of you had only spoken on the phone these past couple of weeks, continuous cases back to back were alway sometimes the norm for Sam & Dean, but now that you were in Sam's life, he almost dreaded them.

This was one of those couple of weeks where Sam couldn't catch a break, from almost getting killed, possessed, burned--you name it, he probably almost dealt with it. The poor guy just wanted a break, & you always provided that safe warm feeling he had always yearned for. You felt like home, & despite Dean's endless teasing & comments towards you & Sam, it never really got to him.

Dean knew that, he tried to understand it. It wasn't every day that Sam had luck with dating, but with you, it was different. He was ecstatic that Sam had found someone, always still protective of him, of course.

Sam & Dean had different ways when it came to dating, but what Dean couldn't understand Sam's need to call you every night when he could, keep pictures of you in his wallet, etcetera. It always annoyed the hell out of him when he could hear Sam sweet talking you when it was time for them to sleep. But, if it made Sammy happy, then so be it.

Sam finally knocked on your door, despite it being almost one in the morning. You got up from your bed, grabbing the baseball bat by the door (curtesy of Sam wanting you to be safe) & looked out the peephole to see the exhausted & beaten Winchester, you opened the door quickly.

He gave you his crooked smile, "Hey, baby."