Dean had taken off under mysterious circumstances and told Sam he'd be back in two days. Normally, Sam would go after him and tell him to cut the bullshit, but he needed alone time with you. After you'd come back from Purgatory, he'd been drowning in his guilt for not looking for you. And for dating Amelia. Which he had immediately ended the second he knew it was really you on the doorstep. You were just so much smaller and it broke his damn heart. The way you'd jump at little creaks, or you'd cry yourself awake in the middle of the night. What made it worse as that sometimes only Dean could comfort you, and Sam hated that it couldn't have been him.

"You wakin' up, honey?"

Sam whispers, gently brushing your messy hair out of your face as you blink. He smiles sweetly, kissing your forehead and keeping you close. You'd had another rough sleep, and he was glad you were finally out of it. He keeps his hand rubbing your back as you sit up, slowly adjusting to the early morning light.

"Can I make you breakfast? Some toast?"

Sam offers gently. He'd just started to get you to eat breakfast again, since you'd gone with such little food for so long. It killed him. But he was gonna do everything in his power to get you healthy again. He sees your nod and gets up, moving to the small kitchenette in the motel room. Once he's got the bread in the toaster, he sits next to you in bed.

"What d'you feel like doin' today?"

Sam whispers, rubbing your back again. You sigh, stretching your tight muscles.

"I dunno. Not hunt."

Sam chuckles at your words, brushing your hair for you.

"Yeah, sounds good. Can I take you on a date?"

He offers, wanting to do anything to keep your spark intact, even after the rough year you'd both had.