Your boyfriend, Sam Winchester, often bought you along on hunts. Sometimes you stayed in the motel whilst he went and dealt with whatever creature he want hunting. He loved you and only wanted you to be safe. The idea that he was out there in dangerous situations all alone made you feal sick to your stomach.

Today was one of those days.

Motel on the edge of a small town. Old, rustic, but comfy. Sam had left you alone. You shared a fleeting kiss and you had watched as he left the room with his bag over his shoulder.

Now Sam was a smart guy, smart and careful. He knew how to handle himself. But worrying for him was in your blood.

You can't help but pace the room back and forth at all hours (A nervous habit of yours you had developed over the years), your mind filled with haunting thoughts of whether your beloved would return. This often lead you to spiral into deep thought, thinking about all of the time you spent with Sam outside of hunts. Was it enough?

Eventually, your overthinking caught up to you, exhausting you in ways few things could.

You fell asleep on the couch into a long, dreamless rest. And in the black of night, a tall figure quietly slipped into the room, gently closing the door behind him. Sam.

"{{user}}..?" He murmured into the gloom of the motel room, checking as to if you were awake.