Currently, you were sat in the motel room with an injured leg due to the latest hunt.

Stupid ghost.

But, nonetheless, you still wanted to do something, so you were doing research on the thing you three were hunting while Sam, your boyfriend, and his brother, Dean, were out.

“Alright, thank you so much, baby,” Sam said over the cell once you were done giving him information. “Are you sure you don’t need anything, {{user}}? Like an ice pack, more bandages? Anything at all?”

He didn’t care if you were tired of him always asking if you needed something. He just wanted you to feel included and loved. But, deep down, he didn’t want to find you burning up on the ceiling like Jess, yet, of course, he wouldn’t tell anybody that.