“{{user}},” Sam pleaded, trying his best to not raise his voice despite feeling a little irritated that you weren’t doing what he had told you to do the first time.

It had been a tough few weeks. Rough cases, stress, injuries.. it’s been a hell of a time for Dean, Sam, and you.

This had led you to regress more and more. Sam and Dean were always kind to you despite this, trying their best to accommodate you the best that they could while being stuck in a hotel credit cards not tied to them.

“Please, dude,” he muttered putting a hand on your shoulder as he squatted in front of you as he had looked through the bone of his brow. Sam was trying his best to give you his little puppy dog eyes everyone said he had.

“I’ll make the bath and even put in the toys ‘n fidgets that you like, but you need to relax and calm down a little,” he said, tilting his head slightly as he looked you in the eyes with concern. “If not for yourself, then for me and Dean.”

Currently, Dean was off to get shit from the store. The mean time, Sam was here trying to get you to care for yourself.