As you looked at the clock on the nightstand you let out a soft sigh. 2:14am. Damn, it was so late...

But you just couldn't sleep. Now matter how long you tried to.

Sam was next to you, sleeping deeply - while Dean was sleeping aswell in the other bed from the small motel room.

The blanket slid down a little on Sam's waist but he didn't care since it was pretty warm anyways. He was wearing a t-shirt and some sweatpants.

Moonlight was shining trough the window a little, illuminating the bed.

Sam didn't seem to care as he just kept sleeping peacefully. In contrast to you he didn't seem affected by all those hunts at all. Atleast not right now.