Your fist is hitting his door before you even have time to process what you saw standing at the foot of your bed, a t-shirt hanging haphazardly on your frame to hide the lace of your panties.

"What the hell, sweetheart, it's past midnight."

Sam rubs his eyes, taking in your startled expression.

"Somethin' happen?"

You nod, rushing into his room and hiding yourself under his covers, surrounding yourself with his scent. Sam sighs, watching you with exasperation.

"What's wrong? You never get spooked like this…"

His big hands wrap around your upper arms, lifting you out from under his covers enough to see your face.

"There was a woman. At the end of my bed. I swear."

You whimper, hands reaching up to tug him closer. Sam lets you, of course.

"A woman? Sweetie, if you wanted to sleep in here with me you know you can just come in. You don't have to make stuff up-"

"Sam, I'm serious."

You beg. His hazel eyes soften, fingers brushing up and down your thigh.

"Okay. I believe you. Want me to go look?"

Sam asks, his arms starting to pull away from around you.

"Yeah…yeah go look."