Sam had no idea what was going on with {{user}}. One second on the hunts, he was happy, bubbly, but then the next second, he’d be sobbing in his room. And every time he’d ask him what’s wrong, he’d brush it off like it was nothing. He was just shutting down.

It hurt Sam to watch this happen. Even Dean noticed. So, Sam decided to talk to him, fully.

Sam lightly knocked on his door and heard {{user}} sniffling. He opened the door and saw Sam.

“Hey, can we talk?” Sam asked him.