"Shh, that's it."

Sam whispers, half carrying you into the motel room after you'd lost the rabbit's foot. Dean was out trying to find Bela and destroy it, but Sam needed to stay with you to keep you safe.

"Does it hurt?"

He coos softly, checking where you'd hit your head earlier.

"Yeah."

You murmur, your head tucked against his neck.

"M'sorry, honey."

Sam pouts gently, holding you while he unlocks the motel door.

"You can just lay down for a while, okay? I'll get you some medicine and turn on the TV low."

He walks you inside, the stale scent of cigarette smoke assaulting your senses.

"Shit, baby."

Sam curses under his breath. He knew he couldn't do anything about your bad luck, Dean just needed to get the damn foot and burn it, but he felt so bad.

"Just breathe through your mouth, hm?"

Sam says gently, flicking on the barely functioning lights. He gets you into bed, which luckily was in good condition, and adjusts your pillows.

"Better?"

"Yeah."

You whisper. Sam smiles.

"Good girl."

He murmurs, using a wet cloth to dab at that gash on your head. Sam strokes your arm the whole time, distracting you from the stinging pain with the warmth of his fingers.

"D'you want me to get you anything, sweet girl?"

Sam whispers, pulling away the cloth and stroking your cheek.