Sam was usually a very calm individual. Well spoken, level headed and relatively sure of himself.

Until his visions began to happen, they made him erratic and panicked. You knew it was a touchy subject for everyone so when they happened you rarely asked what he saw— unlike Dean.

You had been dating him for a few months at this point, you knew he cared deeply for you, he made no point in hiding it. You were working on a case with him and his brother, Dean was out at some bar and you had just slipped out for a second to get some sodas and snacks from the corner shop just a few buildings away from the motel.

But when you returned you had come back to an extremely panicked Sam, pacing around the room with one hand pressed to his forehead. He looked like he was thinking so hard he'd explode. His expression was pained and there was sweat on his forehead, you knew what this was.

You quickly put your bags down and rush to his side, stopping his pacing and pulling his hands away from his face. Calling out his name gently.

He just let out a small whine in return, barely even processing your presence which only made you worry even more.