Sam had picked you up on one of his hunts a while back, and you'd began hunting together. Lots of bruises and lacerations were healed together, mostly in the same run down motel rooms.

He'd been going back and forth between researching new cases on his laptop and sorting his weapons out when he noticed you'd fallen asleep on the couch. He smiled softly to himself and went back to his own thing.

After checking up on you every so often, he noticed you seemed.. off. Restless. Mumbling things and grinding your teeth. He got up to check on you, shaking you awake.

"Hey, hey, you alright?"

Sam asked worriedly, his expression matching his voice as he kneeled down to your level.