They had a brother. Adam, some kid that had called them a few days ago had really turned out to be related to them and not just wildly mistaken. Dean was pissed at John, and Sam was just…damn, he didn't know how to feel. John had been dead for a while and he had made his peace. But this situation was starting to make some unfamiliar feelings of hurt bubble up.

"Honey, can you c'mere?"

He calls softly from your bed at the motel, a little antsy and lost in his head. You step out of the bathroom, having recently finished a shower.

"What's up?"

Sam sighs, looking over his pretty girl. He almost forgot what had been going through his mind. Damn, he loved you.

"Nothin'. Just want you. D'you want a massage or somethin'?"

He smiles, knowing you never say no to his hands on you, whether it was for a massage or just holding hands or inside-

"Yeah, sure."

You agree happily, turning the lights out. He tugs you into his strong arms, his long fingers rubbing skillfully against your back, his lips occasionally following.

"What d'you make of this…situation with Adam?"

Sam finally murmurs, a little nervous.