Sam hisses, wincing as you hold ice to his bruised chest.

"D'you really gotta-"

He whines again before finishing the sentence, a particularly sore bruise getting touched with your icy cold hand.

"Dammit, honey."

Sam groans, fisting the dingy motel sheets.

"That really hurts."

You brush his hair, pulling away the ice.

"Hot bath might help?"

You suggest, wanting to do anything to make him feel better. He'd jumped out in front of you on the last hunt, getting thrown to the ground by a werewolf.

"Yeah…maybe I'll take a shower."

Sam agrees, starting to unzip his jeans. He glances up at you, noticing you looked guilty and slightly aroused. He sighs and smiles once his clothes are off, his hand gently rubbing over his purplish skin.

"Don't be like that. Come shower with me honey."

You hesitate, not wanting to get in his way since he was hurt. Sam rolls his eyes, grabbing you up and easily throwing you over his shoulder.

"C'mon. Can't be all sad and guilty after a shower with me."

He chuckles.