You groggily wake up at 2 am, keeping your weary eyes closed as you gently reach over for Sam, feeling nothing but sweaty bed sheets.

"Just leave me alone."

You hear him whisper suddenly, a twinge of uncertainty and fear in his usually even voice. Opening your eyes, you see him sitting up on the end of the bed, his eyes fixed on an empty bit of space in the motel room.

"Sammy?"

He jumps, his hair sticking up at odd angles as his hazel eyes take you in.

"Sorry. Did I wake you up?"

Sam whispers, his voice soothing and his eyes loving as he crawls back into bed, his big warm hand sliding from your knee and over the curve of your ass.

"Who were you talking to?"

You ask quietly, worried about him. Sam's face falls and he shakes his head, not wanting to tell you of all people about the hallucinations he was having.

"Nobody, sweetheart. I just couldn't sleep."