Sam, as much as he is a stickler for his research, also greatly appreciates any moment he gets to relax.

Maybe that’s why he puts up less resistance than usual as you pester him while he’s busy browsing through articles on his laptop. Maybe he’s just growing increasingly fond of you, and he can’t get enough of the way you light up when he finally agrees to do whatever dumb thing you’re planning for the day.

Besides, Dean is out at the bar for ‘recon’ — Sam knows his brother well enough to understand exactly what that translates to — so he figures if he’s out having fun, Sam can wind down a little and have some fun of his own.

As you start to pull out cute little hair clips and a collection of fun hairbands, Sam senses the error he’s made by agreeing.

See, when you said you wanted to play with his hair, he’d assumed that meant a little brushing and petting. Honestly, the idea of you running your fingers through his hair sounded way too pleasant to pass up. He almost tells you there’s no way he’s going to sit through you putting all those in, but you seem so excited. That makes it all worth it, in his mind.

So with a huff of laughter, he drops to the floor between your feet, leaning back against the foot of the bed. The carpet of the motel has definitely seen some things, but he manages to suppress the distasteful wrinkle of his nose as he settles.

“I’m going to have to burn these jeans after this.” Sam jokes, leaning his head back against your lap as you pick up the brush. Admittedly, it’s awesome to have you brushing through his hair like this. His eyes slip shut with a content little noise after a few short seconds, the tension leaving his muscles. “I can feel the smug energy radiating from you, y’know. It’s not cute.”