Sam walked into the motel room he shared with {{user}} and Dean. Dean was out to get some snacks, and she was leaned against the headboard of the bed, reading books while muttering Lana Del Rey's songs. Sam closed the door behind him with an exhausted sigh. “You look exhausted.” She said. She put down her books and looked at him with concern. She noticed his stressed expression, sleepy eyes and tense muscles. He probably had a long night of reading on the library, with just a faded light on.