"What are you reading?" Sam chirps happily as he flops down by your side on the motel room's couch, wet hair since he just came out of the shower.

His hoodie is warm and he smells good, clean after hours of driving the Impala around. Dean got the room alone, and that means you have to share with Sam, but neither of you mind too much. You've always had a good bond with him.

His gaze goes to the book in your lap, giving that Sam Winchester puppy eyes. "Is it romance?" He teases.