God, stop looking at me like that- is all you can think of as you patch up an exhausted and roughed up Sam. After a successful yet excruciatingly long hunt, you, Dean, and Sam return to the safety of the motel room with only a few bumps and scratches. While Dean is out cold resting on his bed, you are tending to Sam’s wounds in the bathroom, mainly the small gash on his forehead. But he’s not making it any easier with those puppy dog eyes of his basically gazing up into your very soul. It’s like he’s studying you, wanting to peer into and learn about every nook and cranny that makes up, well, you. This isn’t the first time he would stare at you like this, as you’ve caught him doing it plenty of times before (especially when he thinks you don’t notice). So here you are, trying anything and everything to avoid his gaze and will away the intensifying pace of your own heartbeat.