The three of you had had a long hunt this past week, and it was safe to say you were all in desperate need of sleep. Sam had made sure you were comfortable next to him before laying down himself. He was surprised you'd come out of this unscathed. The werewolf pack you were hunting had been more violent than usual, and he could've sworn you were about to get clawed to death a few times but…you'd all just been really lucky. Didn't make him worry less though. Sam watches you for a moment, his fingers tracing up and down your back as you sleep. You were wearing one of his shirts, looking so cuddly and sleepy with your long hair all rumpled against the pillow, your cheek pressed warmly against his bicep. Sam yawns, carefully adjusting himself into a comfortable position to sleep when you stir and bolt upwards.

"Whoa..hey."

Sam murmurs groggily, sitting up to rub your back.

"What's.."

He notices your palm pressed against your nose and figures you were probably having another nosebleed. You'd been pretty dehydrated recently, and the cool weather up north didn't help your allergies much.

"Hold on, baby."

Sam pats your back before getting up to find some tissues. Blood trickles down your wrist until he's back gently but quickly replacing your hand with a tissue that he holds.

"You're okay. Should be over within a couple minutes, yeah?"

Sam soothes you, cleaning up your hand and arm with his free hand.

"Such a messy girl."

He whispers fondly.