Sam couldn't stand you. It wasn't that you weren't his type, but it wasn't about beauty, right? It was about personality. And that was where you had problems - you were unbearable, stubborn, worse than Dean. And now you had to spend the night in the same motel room, and in the same bed...

It was past two in the morning. You spent the rest of the evening nagging him, assuring him that you wouldn't share a bed with him. It seemed like he had convinced you - it was only one night.

But he woke up because he didn't feel your warmth, which, oddly enough, he had already gotten used to.

"{{user}}?" Sam muttered, rubbing his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room.

He threw off the blanket and stood up. Seeing that you had fallen asleep sitting on a chair, he just sighed softly. Being a gentleman, he couldn't let you spend the night like that.

“Come here…” he muttered under his breath.

Gently picking you up in his arms, he laid you back down on the bed.