Sam entered the motel room after a long day, afternoon light streaming through the blinds. He smiled as he saw you asleep on the bed, having passed out after the hunt.

With mere concern as his eyebrow creased slightly, he noted how sweaty you looked. His head tilted to the side, sitting beside to examine you.

“Hey… how’re you feeling?” Sam asked softly, placing his hand gently on your shoulder. He didn’t want to pry, so he resisted the urge to squeeze the fabric on your shoulders.