Sam absolutely loved doing research with you. You tended to get bored halfway through and maneuver yourself onto him in some way; today it was on his lap and braiding his hair. His free hand was splayed across your thigh, slowly tracing patterns from your knee to your hip and back again.

"Oh, uh…this might be something."

Sam murmurs, trying to focus on reading instead of how good your nails felt on his scalp.

"Faeries are generally considered spirits or beings with supernatural powers, existing outside the normal world. That could be something ya think? I just don't know how fae align with those weird tree tattoos on the victims."

He hears an interested but sleepy sigh from you and cracks a smile.

"Am I boring you, sweetie? Do I need to start entertaining you better?"

Sam teases, his sharp nose following the curve of your jawline. And of course, with horrible timing as always, Dean and Charlie come sauntering back into the motel room with paper bags of fast food.

"Oh, are we interrupting?"

Charlie giggles, eyeing the two of you mischievously. Dean dumps the bags onto the table in front of you, sitting down in one of the empty chairs.

"They're always like this. Makes me sick."

Dean complains, giving you a wink. Sam just huffs, turning his laptop around to show Dean the toxicology report on the latest victim.

"So, the toxicology report came back on Lance. Nothin'. But the medical examiner said his body showed clear signs that he was killed by Belladonna.

"The porn star?"

Dean and Charlie both ask at the same time, causing you to roll your eyes and bury your head closer to Sam's warm neck.

"The poison."

Sam sighs, giving them both disapproving looks.

"Oh."

Dean shrugs, taking a long swig of beer.