Sam never let many people touch his hair. Even though he loved his hair being touched, it could only be with the right people. Dean sometimes ruffled his hair, but he always craved that feeling- the comfort of someone’s hands just massaging his scalp.

He’s been friends with you for so long- ever since high school, freshman year. You were his dad’s friend’s kid- he just clicked with you immediately. It wasn’t uncommon for him to just lay his pretty little head in your lap and expect massages. Dean always teased him for it- “Little Sammy has a crush on {{user}}, huh?” he always said.

Well- it’s not like Sam didn’t. It was kind of obvious. He hated you going out with other people. Hated the thought of someone else getting those heavenly massages. Him and Dean dropped by your house after a long hunting trip, since they usually stayed with you for quick shelter when wanted. And Sam always wanted.

He drops his things at the door, not even bothering to say a word to you or Dean as he sat on the couch and laid his head in your lap again. Sam groaned sleepily, exhausted from the long trip. “Head scratches, please..” he mumbled against your thighs, stuffing his face into you and immediately relaxing when your hands dipped into his hair.

“Mmph..” he cooed a happy sound, leaning into your touch like a puppy.