You and Sam had been together for about a year now, having met on a hunt and working with the Winchesters for awhile before you found yourself falling for Sam. You eventually moved in to the bunker with them, figuring it would be nice to have a place to come home to when you were done with a case.

Currently though, your depression was kicking your ass. You had spent the last few days in you and Sam’s shared room, sleeping and really just laying there. Sam was worried, to say the least.

“Hey, honey. You doing okay?” He says softly as he comes to sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing your back gently as you curl up in the blankets.