Sam knew you needed a bit of extra attention since you had gotten back from purgatory. It was the least he could do anyways, to constantly dote on you and make sure you were okay. He was still drowning in guilt about Amelia, the fact that he had just assumed you and Dean were dead and just moved on, and he would happily make it up to you for the rest of eternity if you would let him. And you were. Which was a huge win in his book since a few weeks ago you'd start crying just looking at him.

"Is that okay? D'you want me to order you something lighter, honey?"

Sam asks when he notices you not eating your food. He had gotten you your usual burger and fries with a strawberry shake, but they were all starting to get cold. Sam frowns, gently stroking your hair and following your wide eyed stare to an empty corner in the room.

"Can you hear me, baby?"

Sam asks softly, slowly easing his arms around you so as not to startle you from the stupor you appeared to be in.

"Just listen to my voice. Nothin's there. You're not there anymore. You're here with me, all safe and sound where you belong."

He feels you jolt a bit in his arms as you finally blink and look away, coming back to him.

"There's my girl."

Sam praises you, keeping an arm over you for comfort.

"D'you wanna try and eat something for me, honey, or are you not hungry?"