The case was over, but you were very much still haunted by it. There had been a killer clown, yes, a stupid killer clown, that the three of you had to take care of. You'd never sat well with clowns. They freaked you out. Luckily, Sam knew all too well how you felt; having a mild fear of them as well. But now you couldn't sleep and you really needed to try to. You were all leaving town pretty early in the morning to drive basically cross-country for the next case you had lined up. You roll over for probably the seventh time in the past ten minutes, causing Sam to let out a soft groan.

"You really gotta sleep, honey."

He murmurs sleepily, his head snuggling into your neck and kissing gently.

"You need some help, hm?"

Sam yawns, patting your thigh and guiding you between his legs to lay down.

"Just relax. Nothin's gonna getcha. Except maybe me."