It had been a rough hunt for all of you, and now you had to drive cross-country as fast as possible for another case. Sam stayed in the backseat with you the whole time, keeping a close eye on the injuries you'd recently sustained. You told him they weren't that bad, and it was true. Just a few scratches and bruises. Sam had still insisted upon deeply cleaning every single one. He'd do anything to spend extra time with you, even if that meant being overbearing and taking more care of you than you needed. Sam watched as you started to nod off onto the window, gently reaching out to hold your hand.

"Are you sleepy?"

He whispers, his hazel eyes tender and focused. You nod, looking up at him. Damn, your neck was sore.

"C'mere."

He pats his thigh, gently guiding you to lay your head in his lap.