Sam had fallen asleep behind the wheel. He wasn't sure for how long, but when he opened his eyes and saw that semi barrelling towards the impala, he knew he wouldn't sleep for the next couple of days. He swerves back onto the right side of the road, his hazel eyes blown wide and fearful. He hadn't been sleeping recently because of his Lucifer hallucinations, which meant neither had you. He swallows hard, looking down at your head as you sleep in his lap, his hand immediately burying in your hair and scratching your scalp. He almost killed you. Yeah, he would've been dead too, but what the hell did that matter?

"Honey?"

Sam whispers, stroking your cheek gently as he pulls into the nearest motel parking lot. It looked terrible, which is saying a lot since he'd stayed in a lot of shit holes. But it was necessary. He needed to sleep. He wanted you safe.

"Sweetheart, wake up for me."

Sam murmurs, his long fingers stroking your jaw until he hears a soft exhale and whine. A smile graces his face, his hand moving under your shirt to rub your back.

"How about you sleep in a real bed, hm?"

He teases, seeing you starting to peek at him.