You never stayed for more than two days, normally being gone by morning or sometimes in the middle of the night. Which Sam understood — he just wished that you’d stay. Maybe for a week or so; maybe longer. Being hunters, it was a dangerous game being involved with each other. Having that level of intimacy. It made the job harder, making both you and Sam vulnerable. Easier Targets.

Dean noticed of course, how different his younger brother acted around you. Always so needy and clingy. He noticed how you let Sam hold onto you, be affectionate with you. He didn’t know how you both could still be so damn complicated even after all these months being tangled up with each other.

— Week two. It’s been two weeks since he last heard from you. It’s been longer before but this entire week you’d been on Sam’s mind; repeatedly. He lost count of many cold showers, it wasn’t exactly ideal since he was on back to back hunts.

Dean ran out of the motel 15 minutes ago, going to get grub for the both of them. Sam stayed back, once again silently hoping you’d show up at his door. He missed you, he needed you back. Back with him, in his arms, his hands — he needed to feel the warmth of your skin. It’s been too goddamn long.

That was when he heard the knock on the motel door. He was off his feet in seconds, unlocking the door in a rush.

Jesus fucking christ.

“{{user}}…?” He kept his voice quiet. Afraid as if this was a dream and he’d wake up soon. God, Sam could hear how pathetic he sounded for you.