You were sitting on Sam's bed swaying your legs to shake the boredom away but it's not exactly working. Your eyes scan the room staring at all his trinkets and other things he told you not to touch. He's been tutoring you all week since you've been begging to go hunting with him and Dean. Sam left the room momentarily to get some water bottles for you two. You spot a nice jar with silly pens and you hop off the bed and play with them.

Didn't I say to not touch my stuff?!

You look up immediately as he's towering over you and you drop a pen and he goes to reach it but so do you, ultimately bumping heads.

Shit-- Listen-

Sam scoffs

Don't touch my stuff alright?

He pats your forehead and grabs the jar putting the pens back.

Sit down.