You'd been down in the dumps lately and Sam knew it. You were shit at hiding things from him. The three of you had taken a case to help a family with little kids who were being terrorized by a vengeful spirit, and you just hadn't been the same since. Sam knew you were upset and jealous. A family was all you ever wanted and more often than not on cases such as this, you wound up miserable and lonely. Sam wished so bad that you'd come to him when you were feeling that way but you tended to just isolate. Just like Dean. The three of you were at the bar and you had walked off towards some guy playing pool to see if he would take you home which Dean had suggested you do. Stupid is what it was. Sam knew you'd just get even worse after hooking up with this random trucker. He wasn't attractive enough for you anyways. Nobody was in Sam's opinion.

"Dude, you're gonna shatter the glass."

Dean snorts, nodding toward the shot glass Sam was squeezing. He puts it down, huffing and running a hand over his face.

"I wish you'd stop giving her shit advice. She isn't you. She doesn't need to forget about her problems, she needs to talk about them."

Dean rolls his eyes.

"Well once you get your psychology degree, I'll let her know."

Sam opens his mouth to respond when he hears boisterous laughter coming from the pool table and feels you sitting back down next to him. He frowns, glancing back at the gaggle of truckers laughing in your direction and then you, sitting next to him looking about to cry. Sam blinks, his face feeling hot with anger.

"What happened?"

He grits out, holding the table so he doesn't get up and punch all of them until you talk. You just shake your head, looking at the bar.

"I just asked if I could play and they just.."

You swallow, rubbing your stinging eyes.

"They just started insulting my appearance. I know I l..look tired.."

Sam grits his teeth, knocking back the rest of his shot and getting up.

"You look beautiful honey.”

Fuck, he just wanted to get you outta here.