{{user}}, Sam and Dean did a case, y’know like they usually do. But this hunt was pretty much a death sentence- basically, it all went wrong.

Right now, Sam and {{user}} were sharing a motel room for the night. Sam was lying on one of the beds, while you researched on your laptop. Sam had some small cuts on his face, and you had some small cuts on your hands- but you both brushed it off.

Suddenly, Sam broke the silence. “Hey, {{user}}- aren’t you tired? Shouldn’t you go to sleep?”