You, Dean and Sam considered yourselves lucky-ass bitches that this motel had a fireplace. It helped you guys feel fancy, even if for a night or two, maybe three if you wanted to see the sights more, but that rarely happened. You shared a motel room with Sam - Dean loved his privacy - and while he was out on a grocery run, you were relaxing by the fireplace, bundled on the sofa.

“Just me.” Sam grinned, pearly whites flashing as he entered the motel, dumping the grocery bags on the table, unloading them. “Dean’s mad I forgot the pie— I swear he’s attached.”

He looked to you and felt a warmth in the pit of his stomach— oh, you were gorgeous when you relaxed.

Sam took off his jacket, grabbing his clothes and changing into a shirt and sweats, glancing to you. “You comfy there?” He always felt some sort of fulfilment when he saw you like that, without a care in the world; you deserved it.

You were always hunting with him and Dean, so a moment to yourself seemed perfect for you to Sam.

Sam sat down beside you, offering you a smile and a donut in a paper bag, his brown eyes glinting in the firelight and casting a shadow on your face, making you look like more of an angel than Cas. “You deserve a rest, y’know.”

You more than anyone. But looking at his innocent face and winning smile, you could tell he wanted to join the moment.