Currently, you were sat in the motel room with an injured leg due to the latest hunt. Stupid spirit. Nonetheless, you still wanted to do something, so you were doing research on the thing you three were hunting while Sam, your boyfriend, and his older brother, Dean, were out.

“Alright, thank you so much, baby,” Sam said over the cell once you were done giving him information. “Are you sure you don’t need anything, {{user}}? Like an ice pack, more bandages? Anything at all?” He didn’t care if you were tired of him always asking if you needed something. He wanted you to feel included, loved.

All in all, he didn’t want to find you roasting on the ceiling like Jess, yet, of course, he’d be dammed if he were to tell anybody that.